Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

Reward and punishment combined.

The simplest, yet most practical method of managing people.

Taking all the responsibility upon oneself is the reward.

Beating someone thoroughly enough when disciplining them is the punishment.

From then on, these reckless youths were completely subdued by Chen Yan, never again harboring any thoughts of causing trouble for him.

Moreover, Chen Yan did not expose the fact that he was actually very capable in a fight.

The reason he could brutally beat Xie Yi was purely due to luck.

Because in the eyes of those reckless youths, the situation originally had Xie Yi completely overpowering and beating Chen Yan, while Chen Yan struggled even to defend himself.

However, suddenly Xie Yi’s foot slipped, giving Chen Yan an opening. Chen Yan then wildly swung the stick in his hand without any technique, embodying the saying ‘random punches can defeat a master’.

Xie Yi believed he had full confidence that if he fought Chen Yan ten more times, he would win all ten.

But he didn’t dare.

Whenever he recalled that ruthless strike Chen Yan had aimed directly at his forehead, Xie Yi couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Furthermore, Yan Chen was actually a decent person, someone worth befriending…

So Xie Yi thought to himself.

…

Two days later, outside the main gate of the Xing Mansion.

This was the first time Chen Yan had stepped out of the Xing Mansion’s gates and stood within Yunyang City.

Just as he had heard and understood from within the mansion, the scale of this city was large and it was quite prosperous.

It was even more prosperous than Taiyun City.

One must know, Taiyun City was the western region’s capital of the Qingque Kingdom, the territory of Cloud Prince Qin Ming.

Yet this Yunyang City was merely a fairly large, ordinary city within the borders of Jin’an Country.

Their positions within the two countries were completely different.

“Yan Chen!”

A youth walked out from the main gate of the Xing Mansion, a smile on his face, calling out towards Chen Yan’s direction.

“Young Master.”

Chen Yan cupped his hands in greeting.

The newcomer was precisely Xing Zimo, born from the third branch of the Xing family.

He walked up and looked Chen Yan up and down, assessing his attire.

Because today Xing Zimo was taking Chen Yan to meet the young master of the Duan family, he had specifically instructed the steward to get Chen Yan a set of clothes made from high-quality fabric.

Finally, Xing Zimo’s gaze settled on Chen Yan’s face, stared for a moment, then his face broke into a smile as he raised his hand and slapped Chen Yan’s shoulder:

“Damn, you’re a handsome bastard, aren’t you? If I had your face, there wouldn’t be a single woman in Yunyang City I couldn’t win over!”

Faced with Xing Zimo’s praise, Chen Yan merely smiled.

That he was quite handsome was something Chen Yan naturally didn’t need others to tell him; he was well aware himself.

Moreover, although he hadn’t yet recovered his cultivation, he still maintained that detached aura of an immortal cultivator.

Different from cultivators born into cultivation families, rogue cultivators, or those from second or third-rate sects.

What Chen Yan possessed was the true aura of an immortal cultivator who originated from a top-tier immortal cultivation sect.

“Let’s go, to Jianghe Tower!”

Xing Zimo said, then strode forward.

Chen Yan followed behind him.

As he also took a step, Chen Yan suddenly felt a slight discomfort in the back of his left thigh.

This was a bruise he had accidentally gotten during sparring sessions on the training ground over the past two days, due to hiding his true abilities.

In fact, Chen Yan’s injury was quite serious; his entire left thigh was still swollen.

But he didn’t mind.

Because from the moment he was reborn again, Chen Yan quickly discovered something.

His current threshold for enduring pain was remarkably high.

Forget just this kind of dull, swollen ache; even if someone stabbed him twice right now, he probably wouldn’t even furrow his brow.

As they passed by, several wisps of faint blue spiritual energy suddenly flashed through Chen Yan’s mind.

These were not good memories.

However, Chen Yan believed the reason he now felt largely numb to pain was definitely related to the thousands upon thousands of times he had died at the hands of Huo Mu.

“By the way, I heard you beat up that kid Xie Yi a couple of days ago?”

Xing Zimo said.

“Just a sparring match, won by luck.”

Chen Yan replied.

“Good on you for beating him! I’ve been annoyed by that kid for a long time!”

Xing Zimo said, then paused briefly:

“Also, my cousin has been singing your praises behind your back.”

Chen Yan knew who Xing Zimo was referring to.

Xing Ziyu.

The third son of the Xing family’s second branch, the younger brother of Xing Zichang and Xing Ziang.

Currently, this young master was highly regarded.

“Forgive my carelessness, I don’t know where I might have offended Young Master Ziyu.”

Chen Yan said.

“My cousin said that although you are young, you are quite skilled in the art of managing people, and could become a great talent in the future.”

Xing Zimo said, then looked at Chen Yan:

“I didn’t see where you’re skilled at managing people?”

“Just used a few minor tricks to deal with Xie Yi and the others.”

Chen Yan admitted frankly.

“You really have that kind of skill?”

Xing Zimo laughed:

“Teach me later!”

“Just some insignificant little tricks, not worth mentioning.”

Chen Yan said again.

…

Jianghe Tower was the finest restaurant in Yunyang City.

Its six-story structure, painted in vermilion lacquer, was adorned with silver-gilded patterns. Under the flying eaves of each floor hung thirty-two exquisite lanterns, each inscribed with poems left by quite famous literati and scholars within the borders of Jin’an Country.

Standing just before the steps of Jianghe Tower, one could catch a faint whiff of expensive incense.

The people coming and going here were invariably either wealthy or noble. The price of a single banquet table here could cover more than half a year’s expenses for an ordinary commoner’s family.

“Young Master Xing!”

An old man dressed in brocade robes stood at the door, warmly greeting Xing Zimo’s direction.

“Steward Shi!”

Xing Zimo smiled and walked towards the old man.

“My family’s Second Young Master is waiting for you in the private room on the top floor. He sent me here to welcome you, so allow me to escort Young Master Xing upstairs!”

The steward surnamed Shi said this to Xing Zimo.

From beginning to end, he never glanced in Chen Yan’s direction, which was quite normal.

The Duan family’s young master had only instructed him to welcome Young Master Xing, nothing more.

“Then I’ll trouble Steward Shi.”

Xing Zimo said.

“Young Master Xing is too kind!”

The old man in brocade robes said.

In fact, Xing Zimo’s status within the Xing family wasn’t particularly high either.

Currently, the most valued branch of the Xing family was undoubtedly the second branch. That the position of family head would be passed to the second branch in the future was basically a foregone conclusion.

However, based on Chen Yan’s observation, among the current generation of the Xing family’s bloodline, it seemed only Xing Zimo truly possessed a chivalrous spirit and a great fondness for making friends widely.

Arriving at the top floor, two servants stood guard outside a carved wooden door. Steward Shi respectfully pushed the wooden door open. Inside, on a soft couch, sat a young man dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, with a face as fair as jade, slightly older than Xing Zimo.

This person was the Second Young Master of the Duan family in Yunyang City, Duan Ruijie.