I Have Immortality In The Cultivation World
/ I have Immortality In The Cultivation World Chapter 160 – Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Historical Records
Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Historical Records
“How far is ‘very far'?”
The child's eyes sparkled with curiosity about the outside world.
Zhou Yi countered with a question, “What's the farthest place you've ever been to?”
After pondering for a while, the child replied, “It takes over ten days by horse carriage to visit my grandfather's house.”
“It's ten times further than that.”
On his return to Qianjing, Zhou Yi did not intentionally reveal his whereabouts, nor did he move about stealthily.
A Golden Elixir True Monarch was formidable enough to traverse the Nine Continents, let alone achieve a speed comparable to that of a Nascent Soul patriarch, allowing Zhou Yi to return home openly and aboveboard.
Of course, before coming, he cast a divination!
He drew a top-tier divination sign.
There may be a pleasant surprise on this journey.
Zhou Yi was indifferent to the surprise, intending to rest in Qianjing for a while before setting off to look for his sect in the Eastern Sea.
The child wrinkled his little face, trying to calculate how far ten times the distance would be with his fingers.
There was movement atop the wall again, and a little girl's head peeked over, her hair in pigtails. She visibly relaxed upon seeing the child, then, upon noticing the changes in the courtyard, showed a look of shock and quickly descended the ladder.
Zhou Yi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, then he gently shook his head.
A moment later.
A middle-aged voice came from outside the door: “Chen Jing pays his respects to the Taoist Priest.”
“Come in.”
Zhou Yi waved his hand, and the courtyard door opened by itself.
Chen Jing entered solemnly, straightening his clothes; the little girl who had been on the ladder followed behind him. After they entered the courtyard, he bowed and said.
“If my ignorant young son has offended the Taoist Priest, please forgive us.”
“It's nothing.”
Zhou Yi smiled and said, “Having been in seclusion for a long time, seeing a child has aroused my playful nature; I hope Mr. Chen won't mind.”
Chen Jing replied, “It's an honor for my son.”
Upon seeing his father, the child first showed a look of fear, but seeing his father's respectful demeanor, he somehow grew bold, sipping tea in an imitation of Zhou Yi's manner, and said.
“It's nothing, it's nothing.”
“Hahaha!”
At these words, Zhou Yi burst out in hearty laughter and said, “With such intelligence and talent, don't be too harsh on him in daily affairs. I see by his facial features…”
Chen Jing tensed up, hoping for his son to have a bright future but also dreading any shocking statements from the Taoist.
“Mediocre, destined to achieve nothing significant in this lifetime. It's better to assign him fewer tasks and let him live without worries, enjoying wealth and comfort.”
The child clapped his hands in delight at these words, looking ever more fondly at the Taoist, wishing he could trade places with his own father.
“Thank you, Taoist Priest.”
Chen Jing's voice couldn't hide his bitterness, as anyone being told their child would amount to nothing would feel the same way.
Meanwhile, the little girl beside him, rather indignant, said, “If a person's lifetime achievement can be determined solely by their facial features, then what's the use of studying or taking imperial exams? Everyone should just visit a face reader instead!”
“That makes sense.”
Zhou Yi nodded in approval. For a girl in her early teens to have such insight was quite remarkable.
The little girl had expected the Taoist to rebuke her, justifying face reading with some Taoist classics, but his unexpected agreement left her feeling half elated and half suspended.
Chen Jing, however, was taken aback. The exalted figures of the Immortal Pensions Office were all seemingly kind and gentle, but actually ruthless. He quickly bowed to apologize.
“My daughter doesn't know the rules, I beg the Taoist Priest's pardon.”
“She is quite right; there's no need for an apology.”
Zhou Yi said with a smile, “Mr. Chen, when you face difficult decisions in the future, it might be worthwhile to listen to your daughter's opinions… Dragon eyes and a phoenix neck, she possesses an appearance too noble for words.”
The latter half of the sentence was not spoken aloud but transmitted secretly, resounding only in Chen Jing's ears.
Chen Jing reacted with mixed feelings, uncertain how to respond, “The Taoist Priest may not know…”
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and said, “But the bloodline of the ancestors is extraordinary, thus, with such facial features, it is a catastrophe.”
“The Daoist master truly is a divine being!”
Chen Jing, with no other choice, said, “The Chen family ancestors can be traced back to the founding period of the country. According to the family records, after the Sage Empress's family members died in the military disaster, the Sage Emperor changed his third son's surname from Li to Chen to continue the family line.”
“To have such a profound origin!”
Zhou Yi sighed. No wonder the little girl looked somewhat familiar. After pondering for a moment, he waved his hand and scattered a divine light.
The divine light fell into the little girl's body. Her previously charming appearance quickly retreated, the sharp and wise temperament dissipated, and she turned into an ordinary young girl.
Chen Jing noticed the change in his daughter and deeply bowed in thanks, “This kindness of the Daoist master, Chen is eternally grateful.”
Even after hundreds of years, the Chen family, relying on the remaining blessings of their ancestors, was taken care of no matter who became the emperor, and they never lacked wealth and honor. In contrast, those who once thought the third prince was unlucky, their families had long since declined through generations of strife.
Zhou Yi said, “Please, Mr. Chen, find some historical books for me, from the time of the Sage Emperor… until now in Fengyang Country, the more detailed the records, the better.”
Chen Jing promptly agreed. The Chen family's Scripture Pavilion had many official histories, and he also sent someone to borrow the rare editions from other well-connected families.
After talking for a while longer, they finally took their leave and departed.
Nighttime.
Zhou Yi did not sit in meditation to practice, nor did he contemplate the Lightning Method. After setting up a warning formation, he lay on the bed fully clothed and slept.
The next morning, the sun was three poles high.
“Huff—”
“Feel wonderfully refreshed, as if my body has lightened somewhat.”
“How many years has it been since I've slept so purely? A hundred years, three hundred, or five hundred?”
Zhou Yi took a deep breath, stretched his limbs, got up from the bed, and washed up just like an ordinary person, without using any spells.
He opened the courtyard door.
Outside stood many people, some holding, some shouldering, others carrying, all with stacks of books.
Chen Jing had been waiting outside the door for a long time. Seeing the door open, he finally spoke, “Daoist master, we've been busy all night and have found several hundred historical books. Most are official histories, but there are also quite a few unofficial histories, which are more interesting to read than the official ones.”
“You have worked hard.”
Zhou Yi waved his hand, and all the books went into his storage bag. He then said, “I just finished cooking porridge. Would you like a bowl, Mr. Chen?”
“It would be an honor.”
Chen Jing instructed the butler to ensure the servants didn't let slip any rumors, and stepped carefully into the courtyard.
“Mr. Chen, need not be so formal, I am just an ordinary cultivator.”
Zhou Yi served two bowls of porridge, and took out some century-old pickled ginseng, smiling as he spoke, “In this Qianjing City, there are many cultivators, especially in the direction of the imperial palace. Their aura is not concealed at all, Mr. Chen must have heard and seen quite a few of them.”
“Not hiding anything from the Daoist master, the Chen family also possesses the ancestral Guiyuan Skill.”
Chen Jing took a sip of the porridge and said, “It's a pity that no one from the last two generations of our family has been capable, none with a Spirit Root…”
He hadn't finished speaking when two streams of fresh blood flowed from his nose. One sip of the porridge, made from the Five-Hundred-Year-Old Spirit Ginseng, had made Chen Jing's Qi-Blood abundantly replenished.
Chen Jing hurriedly set down his bowl and circulated his Inner Strength to ease the Qi-Blood. Every circulation increased his Inner Qi a bit.
Zhou Yi smiled and shook his head. In those days, the talk of the path of immortality was like an absolute secret.
Some Loose Cultivators spent decades seeking entrance and weren't successful. Centuries passed, the world changed dramatically, and the talk of cultivators and Spirit Roots was no longer a secret in the eyes of the nobility; even ordinary people could tell a few tales of immortals.
He randomly took out a volume of historical book from his storage bag, titled “Secret Records of the Sage Emperor.” Just from the name, you could tell it was an unofficial history.
After flipping through a few pages, it was indeed the case.
The book chronicled the rags-to-riches story of the Sage Emperor Li Ye, from his exile at the Northern Border to his rise to emperor, with incredibly detailed descriptions, even recording many conversations, as if the author had witnessed them himself.
The historical text read more like a storybook, attributing the reason for Sage Emperor Li Ye's ascension to the throne entirely to the “Mountain and River Cauldron.”
The author infused the Mountain and River Cauldron, one of the Fengyang's three treasures, with many mythical elements, threading it throughout the whole book, effectively making it the Sage Emperor's golden touch.
The book repeatedly mentioned a phrase, “The cauldron falls to the Northern Border, this is destiny,” using it to corroborate the authenticity of the text and to critique the official histories for concealing the truth.
Zhou Yi found it very engaging. As someone who had experienced it firsthand, it was quite amusing to read how later generations wrote about those bygone days.
“How interesting, how interesting!”
Chapter end
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