Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

Chapter 299: Chapter 144: “You Will Never Be the Number One Sword Cultivator in Da Xia.”_4
 

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It was equivalent to placing one’s life in the hands of another.

It represented the highest degree of recognition.

Without equal.

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Standing behind Chen Qiu, Fat Long stood rooted to the spot, his mouth slowly gaping open in confusion and shock. Dammit, he had suspected the scholar was the State Preceptor, that the scholar’s brother was the State Preceptor, he had even suspected that he himself might be the State Preceptor!

But he had never fucking suspected that Brother Qiu was the State Preceptor!

He had searched so many days for the State Preceptor, and all this time, the State Preceptor had been right beside him?!

But now was clearly not the time to ponder this, as everyone else had already knelt down. If they didn’t kneel, it would seem as though others were kneeling to them instead. Just as Fat Long was about to tug at the scholar’s sleeve to signal him to quickly kneel with him,

he discovered that the scholar and his brother had already knelt down in the rain at some unknown point, retracting their Protective Spirit Qi, respectfully bowing their heads toward Brother Qiu.

Go to hell!

Fat Long couldn’t help cursing in his heart, and without daring to delay, hastily retracted his Protective Spirit Qi as well, letting the storm beat down upon him as he knelt in the rain.

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At the Da Xia Palace, in the square,

everyone, including the Emperor of Da Xia, Xia Xundao, had retracted their Protective Spirit Qi, kneeling respectfully and in awe in the rain, bowing their heads in the direction of Chen Qiu.

Dark clouds loomed over the city.

In the midst of the storm,

only two people were standing still.

One was Chen Qiu, holding the Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella in the storm, his clothes flapping loudly, and the other was the Seventh Prince, whose emotions were on the verge of collapse, clutching a wooden Token tightly in his hand.

“Lord National Master.”

Standing in the rain, the Seventh Prince’s face was indiscernible for tears, his voice lacking the tone of sobs, but his eyes, bloodshot and intent, stared straight at Chen Qiu as he spoke, word by word.

“Xiao Qiu, am I really not the First Sword Cultivator of Da Xia?”

“Did you deceive me?”

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Chen Qiu stood in place, looking at the Seventh Prince, silent and not speaking. In his heart, the Seventh Prince’s talent in the Sword Dao was indeed not bad, but far from comparable to Bai Yi, naturally he could not be the First Sword Cultivator of Da Xia.

As a child, the Seventh Prince would always pester him to learn swordsmanship,

saying he wanted to become a peerless Sword Cultivator like Jian Yi.

He had just humored the boy, but now it seemed that the Seventh Prince had never taken his words as a joke because, back then, he himself had relied on lies for cultivation, and lying had become second nature to him.

After a long time, he stood in the midst of the storm and slowly shook his head.

“You will never be the First Sword Cultivator of Da Xia.”

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“Do you know about the Xuantian Continent, a vast land far more expansive?”

“Someday, you will become the First Sword Cultivator of Xuantian.”

“Really?” The Seventh Prince, who had been on the edge of despair, suddenly cried tears of joy like a child, wiping his blurry eyes with the lining of his white undersleeve, and with some mistrust, looked up at Chen Qiu, sobbing.

“National Master, do you really think I can become a Sword Cultivator stronger than Da Xia’s First Sword Cultivator, the First Sword Cultivator of Xuantian?”

“Of course, I have never lied to you.”

“I knew it!”

All of a sudden, the Seventh Prince smiled broadly in the rain, then gripping his sword in reverse, kneeled on one knee in the rain, lowering his head and screaming hysterically, “Disciple Xia Jiqiu greets the National Master!”

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Chen Qiu maintained a calm expression as he stood in the storm, his gaze sweeping over everyone kneeling in the square.

Nearly a thousand years ago,

Da Xia was just a small family; how could it suddenly rise and establish the Da Xia Country?

It was naturally because he had arrived.

In his sixth life, he was a Golden Core Peak Great Perfection Body Cultivator, whose iron fists were unrivaled under the heavens. As long as the Xia family was obedient to hearing his word, he would support them to this position and granted the Xia Family Head over a dozen Heavenly Dao Terms, ensuring no costs.

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After every reincarnation, he would visit the Xia family once.

However, each time he assumed a different identity.

Sometimes he was the State Preceptor, other times the Emperor’s Tutor.

The core circle of the Xia family always knew of his existence. Every time he came to Da Xia, he was the strongest in the world, yet sometimes he was a Body Cultivator, at times a Sword Cultivator, and sometimes even a Talisman Cultivator.

This life, he had become a Magic Practitioner.

In his previous life, he had spread many lies through the Xia family, many of which had taken deep root in people’s hearts by now.

For instance, the grand formation that covered the whole Da Xia, following the official paths, was to fend off the surrounding Nascent Souls. Another was that once a Third Prince had killed a rabbit on the official road and was dismembered by the Emperor of Da Xia with more than a thousand cuts. And there were others…

With these outrageous deceptions, his cultivation also kept improving.

“All rise.”

A long while later, Chen Qiu swept his gaze over the crowd, hoisting the Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella and striding towards a study within the palace, while Xiao Liu, who had been kneeling on the ground, sensibly got up and followed.

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Inside the Da Xia Palace.

In a study room, the young man known as Xiao Liu had already removed his cloak and was standing uneasily to a side, carefully speaking, “Lord National Master, there has been an unexpected development in the plan. The Eight-petal Fire Lotus in the Endless Desert has been stolen by some unknown thief.”

“It’s of no consequence.”

Chen Qiu let out a light sigh and shook his head. His plan that day was that once the Eight-petal Fire Lotus matured, the Underground Fire Sea beneath the Endless Desert would open up a prearranged Heavenly Dao Secret Realm, with the final reward being the very same Eight-petal Fire Lotus.

But the Secret Realm had not opened as scheduled, so Xiao Liu had gone to the Underground Fire Sea in the Endless Desert to investigate, only to discover that the Eight-petal Fire Lotus had vanished.

Because according to his plan from his last life, his own spiritual energy capacity at this point in his current life would not be sufficient to traverse the Fire Sea and find the Eight-petal Fire Lotus. Who would have thought that this life randomized the term “Slippery”?

Being injured could recover spiritual energy.

Having been hurt by a Divine Sense Attack from the Master of Poison Sect, while seeking pills from the Star Battle Sect, he fortuitously entered the Underground Fire Sea in the Endless Desert.

This process can quite unexaggeratedly be stated to be—

Completely inconsistent with his plan.

But…

The result was precisely the same, and even better.

He sat on the chair, looking at the eleven unopened brocade bags on the desk, shaking his head and stowing all the bags into his Storage Ring. The entries contained within these bags were all written by him.

He certainly knew what the contents were.

However, at least in his last life, one decision was absolutely correct, which was not telling his tenth incarnation all the information. That way, he would not make too many wrong decisions as in previous lives.

Having too much knowledge can complicate decision-making.

The mindset of someone who has reincarnated multiple times and started anew, compared to someone who has started from insignificance, is entirely different. That kind of fearlessness, the determination to charge forward no matter what the future holds, was something he had tried.

In the “Illusion Stone,” he relived thirty-six lifetimes in the illusion, reaching heights difficult for ordinary people in twenty-seven of them, only to die on the path of insignificance in nine.

Chen Qiu, who was sitting in the chair in the study room.

Glanced at the Illusion Stone placed at the corner of the table, and after a moment, couldn’t help but laugh helplessly, “That Fat City Lord probably still has no clue why I sent him to Fei City.”

Plans can never keep up with changes.

He had originally planned to prepare many second-grade Golden Cores for Artifact Cultivators in Feizhou, and the reason he sent the Fat City Lord there was that this person had a significant advantage—he did not meddle in others’ affairs.

And now…

He would first collect all the remaining opportunities prepared for himself, then once his cultivation broke through to the Great Perfection of the Golden Core Peak, he would be ready to leave the Da Xia cage behind.

Oh, right!

He also needed to go to Fei City to matchmake the timid Alchemy Cultivator and the second most beautiful woman according to the Heavenly Dao, who harbored mutual affection but were too insecure to express their love. That would also allow him to claim another Alchemy Cultivation legacy.

His Chao Tian Sect needed an Alchemy Cultivator for pill-making as well.

And that would be considered a good deed, matchmaking a loving couple.

Lovers were always meant to be united in the end.

Additionally, the two Demon Lotuses beneath the Boundless Snow Mountain and the Boundless Sea were also maturing soon. The following days were going to be busy.

It’s quite exhausting.