I Live Forever In The World of Cultivation World

Chapter 96: Immortal Master, Spare Me

In the room.

By the desk.

He Song held his breath and concentrated, effortlessly drawing a low-grade Thick Earth Talisman.

Only after completing it did he exhale deeply, sit down, and clear his mind, beginning to ponder his future path.

When he encountered Su Yan, He Song had already made up his mind: he would not use his talent in formations to join the Vast Earth Sect.

That would draw too much attention.

If someone discovered his secret, he feared he would be immediately imprisoned and tortured for the method of attaining immortality.

But he had no such method at all.

Moreover, He Song had no desire for his life and death to be controlled by others.

In the outside world, before he gained enough strength to resist, living freely as a wandering cultivator was the best route.

At least outside, he wouldn’t need to worry about Golden Core True Lords or Nascent Soul Patriarchs probing into his secrets.

With this in mind, He Song began to think about how to deal with the over 22,000 jin of spirit rice stored in his small cargo storage bag.

Additionally, since he decided not to join the Vast Earth Sect, he would need to create the resources necessary for his cultivation with his own hands.

Both matters needed to be handled simultaneously, all while avoiding the attention of the Vast Earth Sect.

As He Song contemplated, an idea quickly formed in his mind.

‘I wonder if there’s a martial technique in the mundane world that can change one’s physique and appearance. If so, combined with the Aura Concealment Technique, it might be worth a try.’

If he could indeed alter his physique and appearance, then use the Aura Concealment Technique to hide his aura and wear a black robe, He Song felt that as long as he was cautious and traveled underground to avoid detection by other cultivators, selling the spirit rice in the markets or cities under the Vast Earth Sect’s jurisdiction shouldn’t draw too much attention.

Even if it did attract attention, they likely wouldn’t trace it back to him.

He had already ruled out secretly selling the spirit rice using his identity as a medicinal herb garden manager.

If he did that, He Song would inevitably be welcomed into the Vast Earth Sect with great fanfare as an inner disciple.

At that point, his entire plan would fall apart.

Having lived in the Immortal Markets for over a decade, He Song had seen many people who preferred to keep a low profile.

These individuals typically wore black robes and concealed their aura with the Aura Concealment Technique while conducting transactions in the markets.

This way, they could hide their identities.

In the world of cultivation, there was no shortage of cautious cultivators.

Such black-robed figures, completely devoid of aura, were not uncommon.

However, to be even more careful, He Song planned to alter his physique and appearance before adopting this approach.

By doing so, even though the Vast Earth Sect would undoubtedly hear about the sale of spirit rice, as long as he remained well-hidden, they would likely be unable to trace it back to him.

With the decision made, He Song acted swiftly, using earth travel to leave the Immortal Market from within his quiet chamber.

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The Great Li Dynasty.

Xian City.

He Song emerged from the ground here, observing quietly for a moment before quickly capturing a fierce and rugged man who appeared to possess martial skills and a murderous gleam in his eyes.

This man had been in the middle of committing murder when He Song arrived.

Furthermore, his victim was an ordinary commoner. Before He Song could intervene, the commoner was already dead.

Naturally, He Song felt no goodwill toward him. Taking advantage of the absence of witnesses, he pulled the man underground and dragged him to a secluded location.

Tossing the burly man into a dark corner, He Song raised a finger, and a flash of spiritual light pierced through the man’s right palm.

In the burly man's pig-like wails of agony, He Song spoke faintly.

"I ask, you answer. If you’re slow, you die. If you answer incorrectly, you die. If you hesitate, you die too. Do you understand?"

In the corner, the burly man, who felt as if he had been dragged underground by the collar and spun in circles, was now utterly terrified.

An immortal master's techniques!

The ability to move freely underground just now—it must be the work of an immortal master!

How had his luck turned so sour, to be targeted by an immortal master?

Living in the Great Li Dynasty, he was well aware of the existence of immortal masters. In this small Xian City alone, he had heard of several individuals who had achieved immortality.

Under the dynasty’s propaganda, he knew all too well how fearsome immortal masters could be.

Faced with an immortal master standing right before him—who had effortlessly pierced his hand and now demanded answers—he was overwhelmed by terror.

"Immortal master, spare me! Spare me! I understand, I understand! Please ask your questions!"

Seeing the burly man thoroughly cowed, He Song stopped tormenting him and got straight to the point.

"Do you know if there are any martial arts in the world that can alter one’s physique or appearance?"

He Song’s reason for seeking such martial arts in the mundane world was simple.

No matter the spell, as long as it was cast by a cultivator, it would be imbued with spiritual energy.

Martial arts, however, lacked such spiritual energy, making them far more effective for deceiving other cultivators.

This was why He Song had come here.

Who would ever suspect that a cultivator seeking to conceal his appearance would go so far as to learn mundane martial arts?

For most cultivators, altering one’s appearance or physique was as simple as learning a spell.

"Yes, immortal master! Yes!" The burly man nodded repeatedly, afraid that a moment’s hesitation would cost him his life.

"Where?" He Song’s eyes lit up.

He had expected to capture multiple informants before finding the answer he sought.

Unexpectedly, the first person he caught already knew about such martial arts.

"I don’t know the exact location, but I’ve heard that a certain flower thief(1) has been prowling around Xian City recently. According to official notices, that person possesses the ability to change their physique and appearance."

The burly man, clinging to the hope of survival, hurriedly spilled everything he knew.

"What is this person’s name? What are their traits? Where are they now?"

He Song pressed for more details.

Now that he had a target, it was crucial to gather sufficient information to locate them quickly.

"This lowly one doesn’t know, but that person should still be in the vicinity of Xian City and hasn’t left yet." After speaking, the burly man looked at He Song with a glimmer of hope for survival in his eyes.

However, upon hearing this response, He Song frowned.

"Too slow."

As He Song’s calm voice sounded, he raised a finger.

In an instant, a searing fireball appeared out of thin air and landed squarely on the burly man. The terrifying heat reduced him to ashes in mere moments.

The burly man didn’t even have time to scream before he was turned into a pile of dust.

"My first time killing someone with my own hands—it’s... alright. But this Fireball Technique is truly convenient for disposing of bodies. Brother Wei wasn’t lying."

Glancing at the pile of ashes on the ground, He Song waved his hand, collecting the remains into his storage bag to deal with later.

After meticulously erasing all traces of his actions, He Song nodded in satisfaction.

From that moment, there was no evidence that He Song or the burly man had ever been there.

In truth, He Song had never intended to let the man live.

A man of martial prowess with murderous intent in his eyes—well, such people were common in the martial world.

But this man didn’t just exude murderous intent; he had blatantly killed an ordinary commoner right in front of He Song. It was likely that many of his victims had been innocent civilians.

Falling into He Song’s hands was a form of justice for the heavens.

Moreover, the man now knew that He Song was searching for a martial art capable of altering one’s appearance and physique. If anything were to happen in the future, the man might immediately betray He Song.

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Tn: 

1. Flower thief: Flower thief are basically chinese slang for rapists (‘flower’ thief, as in, stealing girl virginity), don’t know why the chinese call them flower thieves instead of rapists, probably to save face. Since when the news of government personnel raping girls or boys come out, it would be called as ‘City Governor X is a flower thief’ instead of rather than ‘City Governor X is a rapist’, which make some naive, slow, or innocent people think that the said government personnel just stole some flower instead of raping other people.