Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

”It’s nothing.”

Yin Xia replied, and as she answered this question, she looked somewhat embarrassed.

Because during the Great Chaos of the Immortals, aside from the final phase, the person standing before her—who could now even be called the ”Steward of Chenping Continent,” Realman Du Cang—had found himself in a very awkward position.

First, he had been fleeing for his life like a stray dog on the roadside, then he was kicked around like a ball, and finally, he was captured alive by Pure Dust True Person and brought to Heavenly Summit Mountain, only to be used as a ”vessel” to bear the karmic backlash.

To this day, the various Immortal Ascension reincarnations who had participated in the Great Chaos of the Immortals still had no idea how Chen Yan had achieved instant ascension back then.

But since things had come to this point, they all had no choice but to accept the reality.

Under these circumstances, they even felt that Chen Yan’s behavior had been quite restrained.

If they had been in Chen Yan’s shoes, they figured that the moment they stepped onto Heavenly Summit Mountain after their ascension, they would have slapped all those bastards to death.

That’s what Realman Yin Xia thought.

Back when she had ascended, she had indeed done something similar, like slapping the abbot of Lingxiao Temple to death with one palm strike.Yet now, the six Immortal Ascension cultivators who had once participated in the Great Chaos of the Immortals were all still alive and kicking.

They could even call Chen Yan’s actions ”merciful and compassionate.”

Of course, Chen Yan wasn’t acting out of mercy or compassion. The reason he hadn’t killed a single Immortal Ascension cultivator was because he had his own considerations.

He had to preserve the strength of Chenping Continent as much as possible, especially the power at the Immortal Ascension Realm and above.

”During the Great Chaos of the Immortals back then, all the Immortal Ascension cultivators went all out, killing each other, which caused the laws of heaven and earth to collapse. The crack above Du Cang Mountain has yet to heal to this day, and it’s even gradually expanding.”

As Chen Yan spoke, he shifted his gaze to Yin Xia, who stood before him.

”...”

Yin Xia said nothing. She didn’t know what to say either.

”Prepare for the worst, Realman Yin.”

Chen Yan said:

”Or rather, the entire Chenping Continent needs to prepare for the worst. No one knows exactly what will happen.”

...

Kongshan Sect, Kongyuan Mountain.

”Junior Disciple Nephew! Zhao, Junior Disciple Nephew!”

A middle-aged man, wearing a loosely draped crane-feather cloak on the outside and a pure white daoist robe of Kongyuan Mountain on the inside, charged into the External Affairs Hall of Kongyuan Mountain in a flurry.

None of the supervisors and disciples standing inside the External Affairs Hall dared to stop this man.

Zhao Bin, dressed in a yellow robe, walked out from the depths of the External Affairs Hall, frowning slightly at his uncle.

”What’s the matter, Elder Lin?”

Zhao Bin said coldly to the middle-aged man who had stormed into the External Affairs Hall.

”Junior Disciple Nephew, quickly go to the Alchemy Hall and take a look for me. What’s going on with my furnace of pills...”

Muttering to himself like this, the middle-aged man in the loosely draped crane-feather cloak stepped forward to tug at Zhao Bin’s sleeve.

”Ah~”

Zhao Bin raised his hand and lightly slapped away the middle-aged man’s extended hand:

”How many times have I told you? Address me by my position when we’re working.”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned for two seconds, then his face turned somewhat awkward, but he still squeezed out a smile:

”Hehe, Elder Zhao, could you please do me the favor of coming to the Alchemy Hall with me to take a look at my furnace of pills...”

”No.”

Zhao Bin waved his hand:

”I haven’t been on duty at the Alchemy Hall for years now.”

Lin Qifeng’s face grew even uglier than before, and he held up two fingers:

”No, Zhao Bin, this pill furnace of mine isn’t an ordinary one. I spent two hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones to gather the spiritual materials to refine it. It’s a tribute for Realman Chen’s upcoming visit to the Kongshan Sect!”

As he spoke, Lin Qifeng raised his hand to make a cupped-fist salute toward the sky, putting on a respectful look.

”Two hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones?”

Zhao Bin latched onto this key information:

”Elder Lin, where did you get those two hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones?”

”They’re, of course, the savings I’ve painstakingly accumulated bit by bit over all these years!”

Lin Qifeng said matter-of-factly.

”Is that so?”

Zhao Bin didn’t take Lin Qifeng’s words seriously at all:

”How about I go tell my master and ask him to send someone to audit the Alchemy Hall’s accounts?”

”Ha!”

Lin Qifeng put on a completely unrepentant air, raising his hand to point at Zhao Bin:

”Little Binzi, don’t pull that on me. Your master and I grew up together wearing the same pants. Are you trying to scare me with him?”

”I’m not trying to scare you, but my master, sir, will definitely be very interested in those five hundred thousand in bad debts from the Alchemy Hall.”

Zhao Bin said.

”Oh, oh, oh... Wait, five hundred thousand in bad debts?”

Hearing this, Lin Qifeng’s face changed dramatically:

”Alright, alright, alright! That bastard surnamed Yue buried such a huge landmine for me in the Alchemy Hall!”

As he spoke, Lin Qifeng turned around and quickly walked out of the External Affairs Hall of Kongyuan Mountain, then turned back again to glare at Zhao Bin:

”And you too! That dogshit Elder Zhao, putting on airs in front of your uncle! Let me tell you, Little Binzi, your master Yue Chi is an old bastard, and you’re a little bastard! Got it?!”

After saying that, Lin Qifeng strode quickly out of the External Affairs Hall, but when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, spat on the doorstep, and then swaggered off.

”Elder Zhao, what about Elder Lin...”

A supervisor from the External Affairs Hall approached Zhao Bin cautiously and said.

”Don’t worry about him. That’s just how my uncle is.”

Zhao Bin said indifferently, then glared at the supervisor:

”And as for what you heard today, keep it locked inside. Got it?!”

”Yes!”

The disciples in the External Affairs Hall shuddered and hurriedly responded in unison.

These trivial disputes among the sect leader’s direct bloodline would probably just result in being punished with a few years of confinement in the forbidden grounds at worst.

But for them, ordinary disciples who had barely carved out a place for themselves on Kongyuan Mountain, it was a different story altogether.

...

Among the woods.

The leaves gently swayed with the passing wind, making a rustling sound.

Occasionally, a few bird calls rang out, exceptionally clear in this valley.

A young man dressed in a plain white daoist robe sat alone in the forest, letting falling leaves land on his shoulders.

”You still didn’t listen to me.”

Chen Yan said softly, looking at the valley before him:

”But I know you definitely wouldn’t have listened to me. If you didn’t do something stupid, you wouldn’t be you.”

A small sparrow perched on a nearby branch, a twig that seemed meant for nest-building held in its beak.

”Rest in peace. From now on, your big brother will walk the path for you.”

As Chen Yan spoke, he reached out his hand into the air.

Piercing through thousands of miles of mountain ranges, a pitch-black long sword, as if carrying ten thousand years of eternal night, flew into Chen Yan’s hand.

The Falling Star Sword, absent for eight thousand years.

The woods of the Fallen Sword Mountain Range were silent.

Only the sound of the wind passed by.

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