I have Immortality In The Cultivation World - Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Relying on Others’ Power Like a Turtle
 

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Inner Formation.

Two simple stone cottages, a medicinal field spanning four to five acres, all plain and unadorned.

In the small square in front of the stone cottages, Chancellor Turtle was imploring the eagle and tiger beasts to eat more century-old Spirit Ginseng so as not to lack in vital essence replenishment.

“Golden Lord, just take a bite!”

“Black Lord, let’s stew the Spirit Ginseng in meat porridge, give it a taste!”

The body of the eagle demon was mostly golden yellow, and it glanced at Chancellor Turtle with cold eyes, finding it extremely noisy; with a sweep of its wings, it knocked the turtle to the ground.

The tiger demon’s body was pitch black without a single other color. Seeing Chancellor Turtle upside down, it playfully flicked him.

The turtle shell spun rapidly and only after a long while did it slowly come to a stop. Chancellor Turtle’s mung bean eyes were still spinning, and his consciousness was on the verge of collapse.

“You are such a waste, having eaten century-old Spirit Ginseng for so long, and now your cultivation is about to be surpassed by the eagle and the tiger.”

Zhou Yi manifested his form and kicked Chancellor Turtle back up right.

“Immortal, you’re finally back. They…”

Chancellor Turtle was about to tattle, but sensing the murderous intent, he quickly changed his tune, “My talent may be lacking, but I have a long life span. I can easily live for a thousand to eight hundred years. In the future, I will surely become a Demon King!”

“Not bad.”

Zhou Yi nodded in approval. When he first took in Chancellor Turtle, it was because he saw potential in it.

Beings like the yellow ox, golden eagle, and black tiger all possessed heterogeneous bloodlines. As their bloodlines manifested and transformed, their strength grew far beyond ordinary demonic races, similar to human cultivators with Heavenly Spiritual Roots or Exotic Spirit Roots.

Chancellor Turtle, on the other hand, was the most common of demonic beasts, who by sheer luck, consumed Spirit Grass and gained intelligence. Cultivation was difficult and slow. Previously dominated by the snake demon and now oppressed by the eagle and tiger, it was like a wild grass among Loose Cultivators.

Zhou Yi looked at the eagle and tiger demons: “While I am in secluded cultivation, vital essence must not be interrupted, or else I will drain you dry and replace you with another spiritual beast.”

Squawk! Roar!

The golden eagle nodded repeatedly, while the black tiger lay on the ground, with its large feline head trying to squeeze out a smile.

Subsequently.

Zhou Yi collected the stored vital essence and descended a hundred zhang below the surface of the Spirit Land to carve out a stone chamber for secluded cultivation.

“Cultivating the Eagle Transformation while dispersing my Mana, I’ll further increase my escape speed. Coupled with the Blood Burning Escape Technique, even a Golden Elixir True Monarch won’t be able to do anything!”

For Zhou Yi’s first Foundation Establishment, he used twelve Foundation Establishment Pills. After that, he used ten, then seven, and then four for subsequent Foundation Establishments. This was due to the Spirit Refinement Art, Spirit Condensation Art, and cultivation experience, but more so it was the transformation of Mana.

After rebuilding his cultivation, his Mana became more condensed, making it easier to transform Qi into liquid, naturally facilitating Foundation Establishment.

“The annals state that those with Heavenly Spiritual Roots have no bottleneck before Core Formation, with Qi Refinement completion naturally coalescing a Dao foundation. During Core Formation, they also have a thirty percent higher chance compared to others, which is why they are valued by sects!”

A Golden Elixir True Monarch is a pillar of the sect, not to be compared with a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator.

It is rumored that the Dan Ding Sect has more than ten disciples with Heavenly Spiritual Roots, who have always been in secluded cultivation at Divine Fire Peak, taught and enlightened by the old ancestor, never participating in minor or major competitions.

“Core Formation is difficult. A self-established foundation adds a thirty percent chance—I must not miss it.”

If Zhou Yi wasn’t one hundred percent sure of Core Formation, he would rather be trapped in the Foundation Establishment Stage forever, thus every added possibility was incredibly precious to him.

The first thing to do in seclusion.

Sacrifice a hundred years of lifespan, divine the fortunes for a hundred days, all steady and stable.

…

Twenty years later.

The foundations of the Dao finally dissipated naturally, and Zhou Yi dispersed his Mana, returning to the cultivation of the Earth Element Art in the Spirit Land.

…

In the blink of an eye, thirty years had passed.

The He family palace.

He Dong was very old, sitting on a Taishi Chair sipping tea.

In the hall, ten cultivators sat to the left and right. The He family had been extremely fortunate over the years, with seven individuals with Spirit Roots appearing in the worldly realm.

“Uncle Dong, it has been forty years already. Do we continue to wait?” He Zheng had become a middle-aged uncle; after decades of secluded cultivation, he was one of the only two Qi Refinement late-stage masters in the clan.

“How long has it been? Not even forty years yet.”

He Dong’s movements were smooth and natural. In the mundane world, he could be considered a master of tea ceremony: “With a lifespan of two hundred years at the Foundation Establishment Stage, it’s not easy to exhaust it; one must be patient.”

“The very fact that he did not join the Dan Ding Sect suggests that he had mediocre qualifications and only broke through to Foundation Establishment by fluke.”

He Zheng analyzed, “Therefore, we can infer that his Spirit Root might be of third or fourth grade. Considering his aged appearance, it must have taken him three to four hundred years to establish his foundation. Having been missing for thirty years, it’s very likely that he has passed away.”

“That’s just a possibility! Besides, the so-called inferior Spirit Root is nothing but speculation.”

He Dong said gravely, “Old Tang has allowed us to reside in the spirit land, which is an immense favor. You should be well aware of the hardships Loose Cultivators outside are going through, right?”

The Dan Ding Sect alone faced both the Heavenly Demon Sect and the Ghost King Sect, and after thirty years, the conflict had become intense. With a large number of Foundation Establishment real people entering the battle, disciples in the Qi Refinement Realm followed the path of Loose Cultivators, becoming cannon fodder in magical duels and fights.

Every so often, True Disciples would fall.

Loose Cultivators hiding in the mundane world, no matter how well they concealed their auras, were as conspicuous as lights in the dark night when Divine Sense swept over—mana and Spiritual Energy fluctuations gave them away.

The Demon path cultists captured Loose Cultivators to sacrifice them in secret techniques for their treasures, while the Righteous path cultivators used the excuse of disturbing the mundane world and Demon path spies to take action. The real swordfight had not yet started, and both sides tacitly eliminated hidden dangers.

That the He family had managed to maintain and increase the number of cultivators in the clan in such an environment could only be attributed to how well-hidden the Luo Water Spirit Land was.

“Uncle Dong’s lesson is well taken.”

He Zheng said helplessly, “Now that there are more cultivators in the clan, we need more Spirit Rice and Spiritual Medicine. Old Tang occupies most of the spirit land and can’t use it all up. We’re willing to pay rent at the Dan Ding Sect’s rate, wouldn’t that be beneficial for both parties?”

“You make a good point.”

After mulling it over for a moment, He Dong said, “Go ask Senior Turtle if we can rent two acres of spirit farmland. If he doesn’t allow it, let it be, and remember to be courteous.”

He Zheng took the order with a bow; he was not foolish and would not dare to offend a Foundation Establishment real person.

“Don’t worry, Uncle Dong.”

…

Outside the Formation.

He Zheng sent out a message via jade slip and waited for a full hour, nearly losing his patience.

Only then did Senior Turtle emerge from the Formation, his face dark as thunder, his brows furrowed with anger, his shell even marked with gridlines of nine vertical and ten horizontal lines, he angrily asked.

“What is it?”

He Zheng, puzzled, still said with a smile, “Junior has come to discuss with Senior Turtle the possibility of renting two acres of spirit farmland?”

“No!”

Senior Turtle refused outright and turned to leave.

He Zheng hurriedly intervened, saying, “The He family is willing to pay the rent at the Dan Ding Sect’s rates. Wouldn’t Old Tang earn Spirit Stones for nothing then?”

“For nothing?”

Senior Turtle gave him a sidelong glance, “The spirit farmland out here all belongs to the Immortal Master. If you want to rent again, pay the back rent first.”

“Senior Turtle’s reprimand is noted.”

He Zheng quickly apologized with a smile and dared not block the way any longer.

…

Back at the palace.

He Zheng returned with a grim expression and reported the incident to He Dong.

He did not embellish the report, detailing it word for word. When they heard “pay the back rent,” the cultivators of the He family instantly erupted.

“That damn turtle is really something, how could he do that?”

“I heard he’s been cultivating for over two hundred years and is still in the Qi Refinement Realm, even a pig would have turned into a great demon by now.”

“That turtle is abusing his power!”

“We have been tending these spirit fields for two generations now!”

“…”

After the Ghost King Sect seized the Daze Marketplace, ninety percent of the spiritual objects for the He family cultivators came from the spirit fields. Even so, it was barely enough to support eleven cultivators; they couldn’t afford to pay the rent if they wanted to have enough for cultivation!

When it comes to the path of cultivation, Senior Turtle became the damned turtle!

“Cough, cough!”

He Dong coughed twice, leisurely savoring his tea.

“What’s the rush, everyone? Old Tang has no clan members out there, nor has he taken on any disciples. After a hundred years, won’t this spirit land be ours anyway?”