I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

The Light Dividing Sword, the supreme treasure of the Spirit Sword Sect.

According to the records, once activated, the sword would multiply into thousands and its power would shake the Nine Continents without the slightest hindrance.

Zhou Yi had been refining the Mountain and River Cauldron since the mortal world, and through the combined efforts of his family and sect, it had been nourished for over twelve hundred years. It had barely advanced to become a life-bound magic treasure, which was enough to show the preciousness of a spiritual treasure!

“The Light Dividing Sword is even more a top-tier spiritual treasure, with its original power restored, the sword spirit’s strength is comparable to that of a Nascent Soul ancestor!”

“Even though it’s a broken sword, the karma bound to it is a bit too heavy…”

Zhou Yi pondered for a long time, glanced at the young boy squatting on the ground, and revealed a kind and friendly smile, waving his hand as a dozen treasures shimmered in the air.

“Little fellow, you can choose from these cultivation techniques, divine abilities, and wondrous spirit pills. How about I exchange them with you for this rusty sword?”

The boy, feeling that Zhou Yi was not a demon or ghost, boldly asked.

“Are you an immortal?”

Zhou Yi said with a smile, “I am not an immortal, but a Qi Refinement practitioner from Kunlun Mountain, Sun Xing.”

Relieved by his words, the boy stood up and said, “This sword can comprehend swordsmanship. If you can teach me, then I’ll exchange it with you!”

“Really?”

Zhou Yi attentively sensed the Light Dividing Sword. The remaining spirit was not enough to transmit divine sense, otherwise it would not have been thrown into the scrap heap.

“I have eighteen thousand sword techniques for you to choose from, little fellow; tell me more.”

Xiao Tiezhu killed Jian Xuan and obtained part of the Spirit Sword Sect’s inheritance. In the Wanjuan Daozang, he also collected countless mortal world sword arts and cultivator sword techniques, enough for the boy to practice for several lifetimes.

“My name is Lin Fan, not ‘little fellow’.”

Lin Fan said, “Half a month ago, I visited Uncle Li’s shop and watched him forging swords. I accidentally cut my finger, and blood dripped onto this sword. Strangely enough, I learned a set of the Ethereal Sword Technique.”

“I collected scrap metal for half a month and even borrowed a hundred wen from a friend to gather enough to buy this sword!”

“Interesting! Interesting!”

Zhou Yi praised repeatedly and, with his mana, he probed inside Lin Fan’s body, indeed finding an extremely rare sword physique.

He faintly guessed the cause and effect. The Light Dividing Sword, at the brink of death, recognized Lin Fan as its master, and was willing to exhaust its remaining spirit to impart sword techniques, simply because it didn’t want to fade silently into oblivion.

When the sword spirit eventually collapsed, it was very likely to fuse all its spirit into Lin Fan’s body to lay the foundation for his innate potential.

“Originally, I had some doubts about whether the sword spirit, at the brink of death, used a spell to lure me out. Now it seems it was truly accidental, but with my arrival, this incident can turn out perfect for both parties!”

Zhou Yi incorporated the Light Dividing Sword into his dantian, constantly nourishing it with mana, and asked with a smile.

“Which sword technique do you want to learn?”

Lin Fan furrowed his brows and pondered for a long time, then with a troubled little face shook his head and said, “I don’t know.”

“Then I’ll teach you according to my methods.”

Zhou Yi’s figure flickered, transforming from a young clergyman into a white-haired old Taoist. The fortune-telling long banner in his hand became a green treasure sword, and he stroked his beard, “This appearance is more fitting for teaching sword techniques.”

Lin Fan gaped in amazement and stammered, “Immortal!”

“Stop dawdling, your sister is calling you.”

Zhou Yi waved his hand to lift the restriction, and calls from outside immediately entered the room; they were calling Lin Fan to come eat.

“Coming!”

After all, he was just a boy in his early teens, Lin Fan rushed outside eagerly; before he left, he turned back to ask.

“Do immortals need to eat?”

“Any wine?”

“Sister brewed rice wine, it’s especially tasty!”

“Lead the way.”

Zhou Yi, not the least bit courteous, followed to the main hall.

Lin Fan muttered to his sister, introducing Daoist Master Sun as a peerless swordsman from all over the world who, seeing his extraordinary talent, came over to teach him sword techniques urgently. Seemingly aware that he couldn’t hide it from Zhou Yi, he occasionally winked and gestured, pleading for him not to reveal the truth.

The sister, named Lin Yu, looked at Zhou Yi with an extraordinary demeanor. Although she had doubts, she did not ask him directly.

“Thank you, Daoist Master, please sit down and eat first.”

Four dishes, one soup, and homemade rice wine, a simple meal that couldn’t compare to a bowl of Spirit Rice, yet Zhou Yi relished it immensely.

After dinner.

In the courtyard.

Zhou Yi lay in the Taishi Chair, taking the large bowl of tea handed to him by Lin Yu, and sipped contentedly.

“Would the young lady like to learn as well?”

“No need, I have to go to the Sword Workshop to work.”

After hesitating for a while, Lin Yu spoke softly, “Daoist Master, my parents died in a Jianghu sword fight, and I’ve never allowed Lin Fan to learn swordsmanship, fearing…”

Zhou Yi gently stroked his beard and said, “Don’t worry, my path is different from other sects; my disciples all live especially long lives. After all, how can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship if they’re dead!”

Lin Yu asked, “Has Lin Fan taken Daoist Master as his teacher? Should we prepare a bundle of gifts?”

“There’s no need for that.”

Zhou Yi said, “I never take disciples; today, having received a favor from the young lay Buddhist, I shall teach him swordsmanship as thanks.”

Seeing her brother excitedly carving a wooden sword, Lin Yu found it hard to say anything more. Life’s paths must eventually be walked alone, and forcibly constraining someone might not always be a good thing.

“I entrust Lin Fan to Daoist Master.”

A short while later.

Lin Fan finished carving the wooden sword, flourished a sword flower, and bowed deeply in respect.

“Please, immortal, impart your swordsmanship!”

“In my view, all sword techniques boil down to nothing but strength and speed,” said Zhou Yi slowly.

“With great strength, all techniques can be shattered; with swift speed, advances and retreats follow your heart. This morning I’ll teach you the methods to increase your strength, and in the afternoon, I’ll impart the methods for escape… the art of lightening your body.”

Lin Fan felt the reasoning was sound, yet strange; it seemed somewhat skewed compared to what he had anticipated.

Spirit Sword City was known to the world for its “Sword,” including sword forging, sword techniques, and so on, so even ten-year-old children had heard quite a bit about swords, but they had never heard such logic before.

The next moment.

The twelve Peak Masters found that the space around them began to twist.

Their own figures became smaller and smaller, almost turning into mesons.

Above everyone’s heads, a massive entity appeared; it was a Starry Sky Wanderer Kun, whose size was tens to hundreds of times that of a normal life planet.

Under the condition that the twelve Peak Masters’ figures were turned into mesons, the Starry Sky Wanderer Kun seemed even more like a splendid starry river, towering above and looking down at everyone.

“We can’t go on like this.”

The twelve Peak Masters trembled in spirit, realizing that if they didn’t resist, their mental states would be destroyed, and then they would definitely be scolded by the teacher again.

Thus, the twelve exerted their fullest strength in an explosion, seeking to resist the Starry Sky Wanderer Kun that seemed to crush down like the heavens.

But the next moment,

there was no longer a Starry Sky Wanderer Kun that resembled a splendid starry river between heaven and earth, the twelve Peak Masters’ figures also returned to normal, and the twisted space quickly calmed down.

However, the twelve Peak Masters did not dare to relax.

Because, unknown to them, their teacher Chikun Star Lord, had already come by their side, standing behind everyone, looking down at the Chikun Main Star below.

As if observing someone.

“Hm?”

The Great Peak Master, also at the Seventh-Rank Peak, likewise noticed something.

“Is this the aura of breaking through to the Seventh Rank? Junior disciple, is junior disciple breaking through to the Seventh Rank?”

The Great Peak Master muttered to himself, yet his voice rang in every Peak Master’s ear.

“Breaking through to the Seventh Rank?”

Fourth Peak Master Zuo Ge stared, dumbfounded and incredulous.

Chikun Star Lord glanced at the fourth Peak Master Zuo Ge and then at the other Peak Masters.

As if to say,

See?

Now do you understand why I didn’t call your junior disciple over?

The twelve Peak Masters were utterly bewildered.

The young Lin Fan’s earlier pride had vanished without a trace under Zhou Yi’s repeated criticism.

All those stories of acquiring Fairy Swords and suddenly understanding the Ethereal Sword Technique were nothing but fable. According to Daoist Master, without a few days in the Jianghu, he’d be killed by scams, traps, ambushes, or poison…

“If you spent all the time you use to show off to friends on your training, would it still be hard?”

Zhou Yi spoke harshly, but deep down, he was extremely satisfied. Lin Fan was exceptional in both talent and comprehension; it was just unfortunate that he was born in the wrong era.

“Heh, nothing escapes the immortal.”

Lin Fan respectfully poured tea and asked, “When can I go and experience the Jianghu after my training?”

“Spirit Sword City is just a secluded place, insignificant as ants in my eyes,” mused Zhou Yi. “In the Nine Continents and the Four Seas, there are numerous mighty figures; if you want to roam the world freely and joyfully…”

Zhou Yi thought for a moment and said, “Once you can split a mountain with a single sword stroke, you’ll be ready to venture out.”

“A single sword stroke that splits mountains, there are such powerful beings in the world!”

Lin Fan had never left Spirit Sword City and rarely ventured from the marketplace. Influenced by his parents and those around him, he yearned for the Jianghu and swordsmen, without a clear concept of their strengths and weaknesses.

The words of an immortal could never be wrong!

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