I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Chapter 194: Chapter 191: It's Not the Height of the Mountain

The Buddhist establishment slandered Xiao Tiezhu for a simple reason.

Years ago, when the venerable Miao Shan attempted a blood sacrifice to avert calamity, he ended up losing the duel, perishing and extinguishing his Dao, effectively severing the Buddhist lineage.

Initially, Buddhist monks wrote books that smeared his name, and later on, ordinary monks, not knowing the details, added their own interpretations when annotating scriptures, truly coming to believe that Xiao Tiezhu was the enemy of Buddhism.

Two hundred years have passed since Xiao Tiezhu's death.

After ten generations of laypeople under the influence of Buddhist scriptures, countless believers consider him the World-Ending Devil King.

The Daoist sects cared a bit more about face, merely branding Xiao Tiezhu as a heretic and excluding him from the ranks of the revered sages, all because he had hindered too many cultivators in his lifetime.

No one dared to speak out while he was alive, but once you're dead, they freely besmirch your reputation!

"How can we vindicate Daoist Brother Xiao?"

"Eradicate the entire Buddhist order?"

Zhou Yi immediately dismissed the idea, recognizing that all Buddhist disciples nowadays are mere mortals; indiscriminate killing would make one no different from wicked demons.

Indulging in killing is a grave taboo for cultivators!

"Or should I reveal my spells and divine skills to become a national master, then use such a position to rewrite the Daoist scriptures, venerating Daoist Brother Xiao as an ancestral master?"

"That method seems feasible, but it's too cumbersome and may take decades without guaranteed success. The influence of Buddhism and Daoism over two hundred years, acknowledged by hundreds of millions of believers, cannot be reversed overnight!"

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, a faint idea forming in his mind.

If Buddhism and Daoism took two hundred years to slander, it's entirely possible to spend two thousand years cleansing the name, and there's no need for personal involvement.

"Time is on my side!"

"Aside from my cultivation, by merely giving a few pointers to some destined individuals, I can use their hands to vindicate Daoist Brother Xiao."

As Zhou Yi contemplated this, most of his anger dissipated.

After spending more than three hundred years in seclusion at the bottom of the sea, where there was a lack of interaction and only the company of a less-than-sharp-witted Spirit Ginseng child, Zhou Yi had become repressed.

After leaving the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple and strolling down the streets, he felt like the Handsome Monkey King first entering the world of men, finding interest in everything he saw.

Zhou Yi, coming across all sorts of food and trinkets, indulged himself by buying as much as he pleased, with everything consuming turning to nothingness in his stomach. He wandered and snacked through four or five streets before he felt a hint of fullness.

"Seeking warmth and..."

Zhou Yi, familiar with the area, headed to an old haunt, only to find that the Spring Breeze Building had turned into a pawnshop. After inquiring, he learned it had moved to Pleasant Place.

"After one thousand two hundred years, things have finally changed. Otherwise, I would have suspected some old monster was manipulating everything from behind the scenes!"

Pleasant Place was located on the edge of the West Market, and as Zhou Yi arrived, he realized it was a whole street of brothels, the rich scent of perfumes wafting through the air, accompanied by the clear calls of the ladies.

"Sir, come and have fun!"

Amidst the bustling songs and dances, with red sleeves waving, the place was a riot of colors, eternal spring.

After wandering back and forth along the street a couple of times, Zhou Yi abandoned the idea of visiting his old haunt and chose a brothel named Fragrant Beauty Courtyard instead.

The expensive ones usually aren't bad.

"It's not that I don't appreciate the old, but my standards are somewhat high!"

Celebrating for half a month, he indulged himself in the rolling world of mortal pleasures.

Zhou Yi, long secluded in cultivation, shed his air of coldness and solitude with the warm hospitality of the ladies, embracing a mortal liveliness.

Leaving the brothel, he made his way back to his old home in Da Qian.

The courtyard was quiet and tidy, free of fallen leaves and dust, obviously, someone had been tending to it regularly.

Two ancient trees that were a thousand years old stood in the courtyard, their lush greenery thriving, their fragrance filling the air on a hot summer day with purple-red grapes.

"They're actually still alive?"

Zhou Yi was surprised and, after a close examination, discovered that both ancient trees had signs of becoming demons.

After trees turn into demons, their lifespans substantially increase, but they do not develop spiritual intelligence. They require a prolonged nurturing of spiritual energy before they can become true tree demons.

The reason the jujube tree and grapevine survived such a long time was because of Zhou Yi's care, and influenced by the dissipating spiritual energy from the collapse of their ancestral veins, they began transforming into demons.

Unfortunately, time was too short, and before they could develop spiritual intelligence, the spiritual energy was already depleted.

"Ever since I came to this world, I've been accompanied by you two, and a thousand years later, it remains the same. Our fate is indeed deep!"

Zhou Yi performed a spell and stored the thousand-year-old jujube tree and grapevine into his storage bag. After looking around the house and finding nothing more to linger for, he transformed into a streak of light and left.

The Bai Clan's ancestral graves.

Zhou Yi stood in front of the old Bai's grave, burning paper offerings while muttering to himself.

"Old Bai, it's good to have a long life. We've been dodging and hiding for over a thousand years, and just by staying alive, we've become invincible in the world!"

"That's not quite right, though. There are still a few old fellows in the world using wicked spells to try to survive the great catastrophes. I'll dig them out one by one and let them bask in the sun, shattering their souls in their sweet dreams!"

"Nothing much else. Mostly, I've just been interacting with a hundred and eighty or so Oirans..."

"I'll be off first, and when I'm more free, I'll come back to show off to you!"

Zhou Yi transformed into a fleeing light, flying towards the Southwest White Cloud Peak of Da Qian.

The Daoist temple on White Cloud Peak was left with only traces of bricks and tiles, but the underground palace three hundred zhang deep was intact, including the main hall, Hall of Spiritual Fire, Scripture Hall, and other places—he toured them all, reminiscing about the past.

Afterward, he burned paper offerings in front of each grave and poured out a cup of Spiritual Wine in tribute.

Returning to the mountaintop.

Zhou Yi set up Formation and Prohibition, shrinking a two hundred zhang territory to a speck of dust, and spat out a Jianmu tree to plant it at the center.

Strands of Spiritual Energy wafted out, and an eager Ginseng Doll leaped out, taking deep breaths to replenish the escaping Mana. With the Spirit Stones and Spiritual Objects long exhausted, and the Beast Controlling Bag frighteningly empty, the time spent inside was far from pleasant.

"A mountain need not be high; it's famous for having immortals!"

"This White Cloud Peak sounds too ordinary; it should be renamed something more striking…"

Zhou Yi stroked his chin, feeling he could afford to be a little more arrogant, lest he wasted the title of being the number one under heaven that he had stumbled upon.

"Moreover, changing the name can also conceal its real location, preventing people from constantly disturbing my cultivation."

Being arrogant didn't hinder his cautious nature!

Building the Daoist temple, tilling the spiritual fields, divining fortunes daily, hastening the growth of the Jianmu tree, pondering the Daoist scriptures…

A day in the mountains, a decade in the world.

The Jianmu tree was now over two zhang high, and even without the irrigation of Creation Dew, the Spiritual Energy it emitted was enough to support Zhou Yi's cultivation, which made his progress slightly faster.

On this day.

Zhou Yi was meditating on the Starry Secrets, drawing in thin strands of starlight into his body, merging it with Spiritual Energy, then refining it into Mana, which finally flowed into the Golden Core.

Plop!

A noise came from outside, followed by a series of screams.

"Finally, someone has come?"

Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow, got up, and walked out of the Daoist temple, seeing a young man in brocade clothes dancing in the air.

The Ginseng Doll was wielding a hoe and casting a spell. A crimson vine had bound the young man, yanking him up and down, left and right, causing him to scream in terror.

"How dare you!"

Zhou Yi scolded, "Bullying the weak because you're strong, it seems I've given you too little work to do."

The Ginseng Doll hurriedly put the young man down, shouldered the hoe, and dragged the Blood Vine Demon as it fled, burrowing into the ground, not daring to show its face.

The young man was handsome, with his brocade clothes torn in several places, still oozing blood. He tried to suppress the fear in his heart and bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Immortal!"

"I am not worthy of being called Immortal."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, "Who are you, and how did you happen to enter my place of cultivation?"

"I am Prince Qin Zheng of Qing Kingdom, returning from a mission to Da Qian when I encountered assassins. While fleeing, I inadvertently entered the Immortal's abode."

Qin Zheng bowed again, "I have disturbed the Immortal, please forgive me!"

"I see."

Zhou Yi appreciated Qin Zheng's composure and said, "Few outsiders can enter Kunlun Mountain, but it's easy to leave—just stay for a full year."

"Kunlun Mountain!"

Qin Zheng exclaimed in shock, "Isn't this near White Cloud Peak of Da Qian?"

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, explaining.

"Kunlun Mountain is located at the convergence of the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man, being both here and there. Perhaps an entrance appeared at the White Cloud Peak you mentioned."

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