Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

The intelligence was wrong. This opponent’s strength far surpassed his own.

Soon, the cold-faced man, breathing heavily and enduring excruciating pain, made that judgment.

Martial Spring Realm?

No. As an inner disciple of Mirage Palace’s Illusion Time Tower, this cold-faced man had seen plenty of senior brothers and sisters in the Martial Spring Realm within the sect, and he had often watched sparring matches between Martial Spring Realm cultivators.

While Martial Spring Realm cultivators could easily toy with Qi Circulation Realm cultivators, even taking their lives in an instant…

But to pin him against a wall from over a dozen meters away like this?

Qi Sea Realm, or even Spirit Connection Realm.

That was the cold-faced man’s guess.

“I know you’re from Mirage Palace.”

Chen Yan said calmly:

“Besides you, everyone else currently in the Kang Mansion—none of them are getting away.”

“AHHH!!!”

Another scream tore through the air as the cold-faced man’s right index finger was crushed into pulp, smeared across the wall.

Chen Yan suddenly felt bored and disgusted.

Just how twisted did someone’s mind have to be to actually enjoy torturing and killing others?

Thinking this, Chen Yan shook his head.

Then, with a crisp *crack*, the cold-faced man’s cervical vertebrae were snapped cleanly by an invisible force.

But it wasn’t over yet.

With that thought, Chen Yan’s figure flickered, vanishing from the Listening to the Waves Pavilion in an instant.

…

Jiangdu Prefecture, Kang Mansion.

Kang Zongdan stood respectfully off to the side, watching Hua Yu, dressed in coarse cloth, pacing back and forth in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Once you’ve finished cleaning out the rats that need to be dealt with, you’ll come with us to Moxu Mountain. Mister Zheng has arranged a guest elder position for you at a sect there.”

Hua Yu’s tone was casual.

“Understood.”

Kang Zongdan bowed awkwardly toward Hua Yu, then asked:

“May I ask, Senior Hua, why does Mister Zheng want me to go to Moxu Mountain?”

“Don’t pry into things that don’t concern you.”

Hua Yu waved his hand impatiently:

“Just follow Mister Zheng’s arrangements.”

Truth be told, Hua Yu was quite dissatisfied with Elder Zheng’s arrangements this time.

After all, he was a Merit Hall Supervisor of Illusion Time Tower in Mirage Palace, a late-stage Martial Spring Realm cultivator just a step away from the peak. Within a few years, he had a good chance of breaking through to the Qi Sea Realm and being promoted to a Protector of Illusion Time Tower’s Merit Hall, or even higher.

Yet Elder Zheng had sent him to escort some elderly rogue cultivator who had just barely entered the Qi Circulation Realm to some third-rate little sect on Moxu Mountain to become a guest elder.

Without even telling him the reason.

Hua Yu felt that Elder Zheng had looked down on him.

“…Yes.”

Kang Zongdan’s expression turned awkward at the rebuke. He took half a step back and fell silent.

Now, all he had to do was wait for that cold-faced Mirage Palace Immortal Master to return and report, and then he’d follow these Immortal Masters to Moxu Mountain.

As for where Moxu Mountain was…

Kang Zongdan didn’t know. This was the first time he’d heard of it.

From that great senior surnamed Zheng, Kang Zongdan had learned just how vast this world truly was.

Tens of millions of miles in every direction.

Compared to the Chenping Continent, Yunxi Country was nothing but a drop in the ocean.

Suddenly, a soft cough sounded from the entrance.

“Back already…”

Hua Yu muttered instinctively, then turned his gaze toward the main gate of Kang Mansion. His words came to an abrupt halt.

Standing there was a handsome young man in pristine white daoist robes, a stranger to him.

“Who are you? Where’s Xu Hang?”

Hearing this, the handsome young man merely smiled slightly:

“Don’t you already know the answer?”

Hua Yu’s eyes sharpened. He took half a step back, his Martial Spring fully activated.

Chen Yan decided to run an experiment, or rather, a test.

A test of the Great Derivation Art, which he had already mastered to perfection.

He clasped his hands behind his back, standing still, watching as Hua Yu, fully driving his true qi and movement technique, charged straight at him.

And then—

Great Derivation Art!

Chen Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed randomly at the air.

Heaven and earth spiritual energy converged rapidly into Chen Yan’s palm, forming a long sword that materialized in his hand, which he slashed toward Hua Yu’s face as he charged.

Hua Yu dodged quickly, then took advantage of the opening left by Chen Yan’s missed strike to attack his chest and abdomen.

But just as his fist, wrapped in true qi, was about to land on Chen Yan, a dark floating shield suddenly formed in front of Chen Yan, easily blocking the blow.

Then, Chen Yan’s figure flickered, instantly putting five meters of distance between them.

“Where do you think you’re going?!”

Seeing his attack neutralized, Hua Yu grew more serious. Even now, he hadn’t realized that the young man in white daoist robes before him hadn’t used even a trace of true qi.

In his eyes, this kid was just carrying a storage treasure packed with plenty of spiritual artifacts. That was all.

If he could kill him, then all those treasures…

Thinking this, Hua Yu felt a surge of excitement.

“Ten Thousand Weight Sink!”

This was Hua Yu’s secret killing technique from Illusion Time Tower, his ultimate move.

He resonated his true qi with his bones, tendons, and meridians, unleashing a terrifying power far beyond his usual capabilities, and slapped his palm toward Chen Yan.

Chen Yan didn’t dodge.

The palm struck him directly, piercing clean through his heart.

Hua Yu was elated.

Thought you were something special.

But to his surprise, the handsome young man in white daoist robes standing before him didn’t even flinch, his expression completely blank.

In the next instant, Chen Yan raised his hand, grabbed Hua Yu by the throat, and lifted him off the ground with terrifying force.

Choked by the throat, Hua Yu could barely breathe. He struggled, unable to understand why this kid, whose heart had been blasted through, wasn’t dead.

Gradually realizing something was wrong, Hua Yu activated Ten Thousand Weight Sink again and smashed his fist into Chen Yan’s head.

Chen Yan didn’t dodge.

The fist tore through, half his head sheared off in a horrifying scene.

But his grip on Hua Yu’s throat never loosened.

Hua Yu’s psychological defenses shattered completely.

A monster! What kind of monster was this?!

Ten Thousand Weight Sink! Ten Thousand Weight Sink!

He struck Chen Yan wildly, palm after palm.

And then—

*Shiiing!*

The sound of a blade piercing flesh.

The young man in white daoist robes stood half-kneeling in the air, driving a sword through Hua Yu’s chest from behind.

And the “Chen Yan” in front of him, now beaten into an unrecognizable mess, dissolved into wisps of heaven and earth spiritual energy, dispersing into the air.

Because that was merely an external incarnation manifested through the Great Derivation Art.

The Great Derivation Art at its peak—not bad.

The external incarnation created through it lacked a Martial Spring or Qi Sea, but both true qi and spiritual energy could be compensated for with the Great Derivation Art.

Thinking this to himself, Chen Yan pulled the sword from Hua Yu’s chest, ignored the body collapsing like a heap of mud on the ground, and turned his gaze toward Kang Zongdan and the other Mirage Palace disciples.

“Your turn.”

Chen Yan revealed a gentle smile, speaking so calmly.

For a moment, the entire scene was dead silent.