Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

Chapter 417: Chapter 172: “Seeing All the Flowers of Chang An in One Day!_4
 

Especially for someone like Chen Qiu, whose actions are nearly madly trampling the rules without considering the consequences. For a woman who has never stepped foot outside her door, that is simply a fatal poison. Women are naturally drawn to the strong, particularly to a powerful figure like Chen Qiu.

If Chen Qiu had lost that day, he would have been seen as ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, impetuous with youthful arrogance, and lacking the patience to conceal his capabilities—unlikely to achieve greatness.

But…

Chen Qiu won that day, and won decisively at that. Thereafter, Evil State no longer existed in this world.

That gave rise to a different narrative, that is, the ultimate sense of crazy freedom.

“Master, you haven’t answered me. You were once the strongest Heavenly Pride in the Central Plains. Do you think Chen Qiu has one-third of your talent when you were young?”

“…”

The corners of the old man’s mouth suddenly twitched, but after a moment, he still said with an indifferent expression, “More than one-third, at least seventy percent.”

The composure expected of the older generation must be maintained.

One must not lose face in front of their direct disciples, and he also didn’t expect that in this disciple’s heart, he held such a high status.

He considered himself to have been quite a famous Heavenly Pride in the Central Plains when he was young, but compared to Chen Qiu, well, that was another story. He didn’t possess a twelfth-grade Nascent Soul—in fact, not even a ninth-grade one.

The higher the grade of the Nascent Soul, the harder the Heavenly Tribulation becomes.

Sometimes having a high-grade Nascent Soul isn’t such a good thing either. The Heavenly Tribulation for advancing to the Divinity Transformation Stage is difficult. He consoled himself with this reasoning in his heart.

…

Quzhou, to the south.

“By the way.”

The scholar turned his head to look at Fat Long, suddenly curious, and asked, “Why are you always so afraid of dying? It seems like your fear has reached the extreme.”

Fat Long shook his head, not speaking, and said somewhat dejectedly,

“I don’t feel like talking about it. I’m not in a good mood right now.”

“After this, you’ll be the Great Elder. Once this is over, I’ll go and ask Brother Qiu to step down from being the Great Elder. I won’t be able to fight shoulder to shoulder with you guys anymore. I’ll just retire in Chao Tian Sect.”

“Uh… actually, you’ve never fought alongside us.”

“…”

Fat Long looked expressionlessly at the scholar and said, “I’ve taken action a few times, okay?”

“Really?”

“Forgotten? It was at the market in Ask Heaven Workshop when the workshop owner wanted to kill us. Brother Qiu used the Self-Destruction Term to severely injure the owner, then I grabbed a knife and plunged it into his side. And in Fatty State, on the cliff above your Foundation Establishment cave, when a Golden Core came looking for trouble with Brother Qiu, I also charged at him with a knife when Brother Qiu caused a severe injury. Also, the first time we went into the Secret Realm with Brother Qiu, the demon beasts Brother Qiu killed were all severely wounded by me!”

Fat Long said resentfully, “I’ve taken action many times, alright? It’s just that you guys seem to completely forget my involvement!”

“Uh…”

The scholar replied somewhat sheepishly, “Sorry, I don’t know why, but my most vivid memory of you is that you like to go to brothels.”

“I haven’t been there that many times, okay?”

“But it made a lasting impression.”

“Great.” Fat Long sighed deeply, his expression becoming a bit downcast as he shook his head, “Forget it, let’s not talk about the past. I just hope that once your cultivation rises, you’ll still come to the back mountain to chat with me. I’ll cook some meat for you.”

“Don’t be like this. Brother Qiu may not agree to you resigning as the Great Elder, although… you’re not really useful right now.”

“Even if Brother Qiu disagrees, I still want to resign. My current entry has already determined that I have no future in the path of Dual Cultivation. I have no face to continue in this position of Great Elder. I may be afraid of death, Fat Long, but I occasionally need some dignity.”

The scholar patted Fat Long’s shoulder, sighing sympathetically before he offered consolation.

“Don’t worry, it will get better, Fat Long.”

“By the way, why did you choose such a name for yourself?”

“Haven’t I told you? When I was born, there was an extraordinary phenomenon in the sky. A five-clawed Fat Dragon circled the heavens nine times before entering my body, proving that one day I would soar above the masses. Hence the name, Fat Long.”

“Uh… I’m being serious here, stop joking around.”

“Then first tell me why your brother used to say a few words occasionally, but now he doesn’t speak at all. Is he cultivating the Mute Skill?”

“…”

…

“There’s no need for that…”

In the Nine States, within the Jing State, Xuanwu Sect.

A young disciple wearing a white robe looked at his senior brother with confusion and said, “Senior brother, you’ve finally broken through to the first level of Nascent Soul, but now you’re going to spend your own Cultivation to lower your realm to the Golden Core Peak?”

“Yes.”

This Xuanwu Sect senior brother took a deep breath and said with a solemn face, “With my Cultivation, participating in the ‘Nascent Soul Combat Power Ranking’ would definitely be a death sentence, as I wouldn’t stand a chance against anyone.”

“But if I were to go to the ‘Golden Core Combat Power Ranking’ and get a top-100 rank, that wouldn’t be a problem, and I might even make it into the top ten.”

“Haven’t you seen the content of the Heavenly Dao Decree? It says that this competition is not only about rewards; those who are chosen will also have special effects in the upcoming ‘Great Strife’ version of Heavenly Dao.”

“Chaotic times are upon us, and even if I have to re-cultivate back to the first level of Nascent Soul, it wouldn’t waste too much resources and time.”

“He who hesitates is lost.”

“I’m just a Second Grade Nascent Soul, and although breaking through to the first level of Nascent Soul at this age makes me a strong Heavenly Pride in Jing State, there’s Chen Qiu from Quzhou right next to us in Jing State. With such a figure emerging, how can I have a chance in the future if I don’t take a gamble?”

“If I lose the bet, at most I’ll have wasted some resources and time.”

“But if I win—”

“Then I could possibly reach the Divinity Transformation Stage and become a strong presence that dominates a region!”

After a long silence, the young disciple raised a thumbs up and said, “Senior brother, what spirit!”

…

Meanwhile—

In Da Xia Country, a young man was busy writing at his desk. After a moment, he let out a satisfied sigh and looked at the few lines on the rice paper on the table.

‘Once filth that couldn’t be bragged about, now I have boundless thoughts of indulgence.’

‘With the spring breeze at my back and quick horse hooves, I’ve seen all the blossoms of Chang An in one day.’

“To see all the blossoms of Chang An in one day…”

The young man murmured with a trance-like expression, repeating the lines softly. Then he couldn’t help but smile satisfactorily, already fantasizing about the events to follow.

This was his third day since he had transmigrated to this world.

He had already mapped out his future path.

The poetry appreciation meeting was next, and all he needed to do was to copy this poem from his past life. Surely it would dazzle everyone. Then he would be taken under the wing of some noble, and wouldn’t his career take off like a rocket?

Aside from that.

He hadn’t seen what the poetry and cultural scene was like in this world, but he knew it was an Immortal World. In a world where great power was concentrated in individuals, the cultural development must not be great. This poem was one of many classics from his previous life!

Once presented, it was bound to impress everyone!

And it wasn’t just this poem.

There were countless verses in his mind; these verses were his strongest foundation, his most powerful bargaining chip in this world.

Only on his way here had he overheard idle talk.

They said that Da Xia once had a State Preceptor who excelled in both letters and arms and left behind many unforgettable poems. But he thought, even if the poems written by the Lord National Master were good, they certainly couldn’t compare to the essence of the countless poets condensed over thousands of years in his previous life.

Nothing to be afraid of.