Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

The current Chen Yan was a genuine Myriad Transformations Realm cultivator.

Even though he still only possessed a single strand of innate true energy.

During these past two years, Chen Yan had not been without attempts to continue condensing innate true energy, but all his efforts had been in vain.

After all, with his talent, being able to break through to the Martial Spring Realm was already a feat that could be called a miracle.

Even though he only had one strand of innate true energy, with Chen Yan’s clear-colored Martial Spring, the rainbow light suspended above it, and the Great Derivation Art…

At this very moment, Chen Yan’s actual combat power could even go toe-to-toe with a Myriad Transformations Realm cultivator who possessed thousands of strands of innate true energy.

Or, if the current Chen Yan were placed back in the Heavenly Summit Mountain Cataclysm, even setting aside immortal energy, he would have the ability to defeat He Furen within fifty rounds.

If that was the case for the Heavenly Summit Mountain Cataclysm of the past, let alone Yunyang City.

In a place like Yunyang City, forget about a great power of the Myriad Transformations Realm, even if just any random Rogue Cultivator of the Martial Spring Realm came along and gave a light cough, it would be enough to make the entire Yunyang City tremble three times.

With Chen Yan’s current cultivation realm, although the cultivation world had rules and principles about cultivators not excessively interfering in mortal affairs,

if Chen Yan wanted the Xing family to rise again in Yunyang City, it would be just a matter of a single sentence.

After all, the scraps that fell from the fingers of those few cultivation families in Yunyang City would be more than enough to let the Xing family live quite comfortably.

Chen Yan was very willing to do this favor for the Xing family.

No matter what, the Xing family had indeed shown him kindness back then.

Chen Yan followed behind Xing Zimo, heading towards the direction of Jianghe Tower within Yunyang City.

It was still that same six-story vermilion-lacquered tower, exceptionally imposing.

And standing right in front of Jianghe Tower was an elderly man dressed in brocade robes.

Chen Yan still had a vague impression of this old man, although compared to thirteen years ago, this brocade-robed elder had aged considerably.

But he was still full of vigor.

“Steward Shi.”

Xing Zimo stepped forward to greet him, addressing the brocade-robed elder in this manner.

The brocade-robed elder slightly lowered his gaze, glanced in Xing Zimo’s direction, and then revealed a faint smile:

“Long time no see, Young Master Xing.”

Immediately after, the brocade-robed elder’s gaze shifted to Chen Yan, who was standing slightly behind Xing Zimo.

Seeing this cultivator dressed in gray daoist robes, the brocade-robed elder naturally treated him with great importance.

He respectfully raised both arms, cupping his hands in salute towards Chen Yan’s direction, while his eyes fell on the nearby Xing Zimo:

“Young Master Xing, may I ask who this Immortal Master is…”

Upon hearing this, Xing Zimo was slightly taken aback. Clearly, he was stumped by Steward Shi’s question.

Because he also didn’t know exactly who this Immortal Master, who had suddenly appeared in front of his family’s mansion gate, was.

“My name is Bao Kai, an old acquaintance of Fellow Daoist Duan Ruijie.”

In the end, it was Chen Yan himself who spoke up to defuse the situation:

“Today, passing by Yunyang City, I recalled that this was Fellow Daoist Duan’s hometown, and for a moment, I was filled with a hundred emotions. I happened to run into Young Master Xing here, so I followed along.”

Bao Kai was the name of a North Pass Sect disciple from when Chen Yan was at the North Pass Sect.

Chen Yan had also heard some rumors about the North Pass Sect while in the Southern Region.

Two years had already passed since the disappearance of the North Pass Sect’s Sect Leader Si Chen and his younger sister Si Youyou.

Paper cannot wrap fire.

Although the North Pass Sect continued to operate smoothly for a while relying on inertia, once the news of Si Chen’s disappearance spread, everything became different.

At the very least, over sixty percent of the cultivators who joined the North Pass Sect did so because of Si Chen’s reputation as a great power of the upper three realms.

The North Pass Sect without Si Chen was like a ship that had lost its backbone.

Tossed by wind and rain, teetering on the brink.

At this time, the importance of Si Chen’s extensive networking and making friends during his eight years leading the North Pass Sect suddenly became apparent.

Over a dozen Unity realm cultivators jointly guaranteed the North Pass Sect, ensuring no one dared to try coveting the sect’s assets.

Furthermore, last year’s North Pass Sect mountain-opening disciple recruitment ceremony, because of the fame of these dozen or so seventh realm cultivators, saw both the number and quality of participants far surpass the previous ceremony.

Even without Chen Yan, the current North Pass Sect could still firmly occupy the position of a first-rate cultivation sect in the Northern Region of the Chenping Continent.

“So that’s how it is. This humble one is named Shi Zhang, the steward of the Duan family. I pay my respects to the Immortal Master here.”

The brocade-robed elder bowed in salute towards Chen Yan.

Steward Shi was a mortal.

Thirteen years ago, Steward Shi was probably not yet seventy, but now he was already over eighty.

It seemed this Steward Shi would have no problem living for another dozen or so years.

“Steward Shi, may I ask if the Third Young Master is at…”

Xing Zimo asked somewhat tentatively.

“The private room on the top floor of Jianghe Tower.”

Steward Shi replied.

Chen Yan observed the way Xing Zimo and Steward Shi interacted.

Compared to thirteen years ago, the current Steward Shi treated Xing Zimo with more disdain; similarly, Xing Zimo’s posture in front of Steward Shi was much lower than it had been thirteen years ago.

…

Jianghe Tower, top-floor private room.

Just as he stepped onto the stairs, Chen Yan heard pleasant bird calls coming from inside the room.

Eight servants stood in a line in front of the room’s door.

Seeing this, Chen Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, as if finding it somewhat amusing.

In terms of sheer ostentation, this Third Young Master of the Duan family was far more extravagant than the Second Young Master, Duan Ruijie.

Duan Rui’an, Third Young Master of the Duan family.

He was over ten years younger than Duan Ruijie, and was now just twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

His cultivation had already reached the peak of the Body Forging Realm, just one step away from the Qi Circulation Realm.

Among Rogue Cultivators and the cultivation families within secular dynasties, Duan Rui’an’s cultivation talent could already be considered quite good.

Steward Shi pushed open the wooden door of the private room for Chen Yan and Xing Zimo.

Inside, reclining on a soft couch was a young man dressed in brocade robes even more luxurious than the steward’s, admiring the bird in a cage nearby.

His facial features, compared to Duan Ruijie from back then, did indeed look more difficult to deal with.

Duan Rui’an looked up towards Xing Zimo’s direction, then locked his gaze on Chen Yan, who stood beside him in gray daoist robes.

A cultivator.

Immediately, he shifted his gaze away again, landing it on Xing Zimo.

“What is it, Old Xing, what brings you to me?”

Duan Rui’an said.

“Third Young Master, the reason I came to find you this time is mainly to ask why the share from the shop in the northern part of the city last month hasn’t been settled with our Xing family until today?”

Xing Zimo asked.

Upon hearing this, Duan Rui’an looked towards Steward Shi beside him:

“Haven’t we settled the payment with the Xing family?”

“Replying to Young Master, the share from the northern city shop was temporarily diverted a few days ago because something happened with the spirit farmlands being cultivated outside the city.”

Steward Shi replied.

“I see.”

Duan Rui’an nodded thoughtfully, then turned to look in Xing Zimo’s direction and said slowly:

“In that case, we can’t come up with the money either, Old Xing. Let’s just consider it settled.”