I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals

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Three months later.

On Autumnwind Isle, in the underground chamber.

A rat puppet with dusky yellow fur, a sleek body, and about ten feet in length was finally assembled in front of Lan Chang’an.

After embedding several third-rank puppet crystals, Lan Chang’an activated his Puppet Control Technique.

The puppet's dull gray eyes lit up with a chilling red glow that sent shivers down the spine.

Swoosh!

The silver-gray claws flashed momentarily, tearing through the protective barriers within the chamber, leaving a deep, narrow fissure in their wake.

The afterimage of the rat puppet solidified, exuding an invisible pressure akin to that of a third-rank creature.

A look of joy spread across Lan Chang’an's face as he confirmed the puppet was functioning stably.

After advancing to the True Dan stage, his spiritual sense and magical power had increased significantly. With an abundance of third-rank materials, he had successfully achieved the level of a third-rank puppet master.

However, this success came only after two failed attempts, which had cost him a significant amount of materials.

The reason he ultimately crafted a rat puppet was simple—his remaining materials were insufficient.

Creating heavy defense-type puppets required a large quantity of resources. Third-rank materials were both expensive and rare, and the ones he had painstakingly collected over the past twenty years were almost depleted.

The rat puppet, being smaller in size and more flexible, consumed fewer materials overall.

Lan Chang’an had modeled the puppet after the Earth Burrowing Rat, although its capabilities were greatly simplified.

"Burrow!"

At Lan Chang'ans command, the rat puppet dived into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Its burrowing technique left noticeable traces behind, lacking the seamless natural talent of a real Earth Burrowing Rat.

After a short while, the rat puppet hurriedly returned, looking disheveled and battered.

Squeak!

Hot on its trail, a real Earth Burrowing Rat of similar size chased after it, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"Alright, enough fooling around."

Lan Chang’an waved his hand, recalling the rat puppet.

The Earth Burrowing Rat hesitated, reluctant to part with its newfound playmate, but eventually withdrew its gaze.

"Master, can this puppet be my companion?"

The Earth Burrowing Rat spoke in a childish, human-like voice.

"Weren’t you just playing with that third-rank Bear Demon in the Black Fog Mountain Range? Half a year wasn’t enough for you?"

Lan Chang’an frowned.

As it turned out, during the six months he had spent searching for a body refinement technique, he had given the Earth Burrowing Rat a long vacation.

The Earth Burrowing Rat had ventured into the Black Fog Mountain Range, where it befriended the mid-third-rank Bear Demon it had met during its breakthrough. Over time, it also became acquainted with several other demonic beasts in the region.

The Earth Burrowing Rat shook its head, looking aggrieved. Half a year had passed, but it had yet to encounter another rat demon of its own level.

Rat-type demon beasts were relatively weak in the Black Fog Mountain Range, lingering at the bottom of the food chain. Very few ever grew strong enough to become Great Demons.

"Don’t worry. We’ll be returning to Liang Kingdom soon. You’ll see your old friends there."

Lan Chang’an comforted it briefly.

Hearing this, the Earth Burrowing Rat swallowed nervously, as if reminiscing about some wonderful experiences.

…

After sending the Earth Burrowing Rat away, Lan Chang’an proceeded to test the rat puppet’s overall capabilities.

Its strength was definitely no match for the Earth Burrowing Rat.

Even Lan Chang’an himself, relying solely on his magical power and magical treasures, wouldn’t be able to defeat the Earth Burrowing Rat, which had formed a Half-Step Golden Dan.

"Its defenses are relatively weak and can’t withstand more than a few strikes from a True Dan cultivator. Although it saved on materials, you get what you pay for."

"However, its offensive power rivals mine, and it’s quite nimble."

Overall, Lan Chang’an was satisfied with his first third-rank puppet, as it met his expectations.

At present, he wasn’t lacking in defensive options. Beyond his treasure talismans, he also had the Minor Teleportation Talisman he had acquired from Master Lihuo.

What he truly lacked was offensive firepower in normal circumstances. A nimble rat puppet could enhance his offensive, ambush, and assassination capabilities.

"Since I’m still in the Core Formation Realm, I should craft more puppet crystals as backup."

From his storage bag, Lan Chang’an retrieved a pile of spirit stones and began refining third-rank puppet crystals using his puppet techniques.

Puppet crystals were essential as the energy core for high-ranked puppets.

They were crafted by using spirit stones as the base material, consuming spiritual sense, and incorporating small amounts of soul-path materials.

Puppets embedded with third-rank crystals would gain rudimentary intelligence.

Even without their master’s direct control—or even in their master’s absence—they could carry out simple tasks such as guarding a cave, patrolling, or pursuing enemies.

Of course, this "intelligence" wasn’t comparable to that of a sentient being. It was more akin to the primitive AI on Earth before Lan Chang’an transmigrated.

For simple tasks, it was reliable, but for more complex missions, its performance became far less dependable.

"I’m running out of third-rank materials. I’ll have to slowly gather more in the future…"

After crafting a batch of puppet crystals, Lan Chang’an was mentally and spiritually exhausted.

Fortunately, his Evergreen Technique had exceptional recovery capabilities.

The next day, he completed his routine of nurturing treasure talismans and skipped his usual cultivation of the Evergreen Technique.

With the extra time, he focused on practicing the middle-of-the-road body refining technique, Hundred-Refinement Vajra Art.

Lan Chang’an had no intention of coveting Xiang Jinglong’s Earth Fiend Heaven-Supporting Art.

From what he had learned, the Earth Fiend Heaven-Supporting Art was a top-tier, primary body refining technique, reminiscent of the ancient Body Cultivation school.

Practicing it granted unique physical abilities and made the practitioner stronger than most cultivators of the same level.

However, when reaching the fourth rank, it was the same as advancing to the Nascent Soul Realm, and one would have to face a Heavenly Tribulation.

Lan Chang’an, as a cultivator of the longevity-focused school, valued living as long as possible. Why would he voluntarily subject himself to an additional Heavenly Tribulation?

Xiang Jinglong must have abandoned his Fake Dan cultivation and fully committed to the path of a body cultivator to pursue that technique.

Lan Chang’an, however, only sought to supplement his main path with body cultivation, not to attain unique physical abilities.

He simply wanted to strengthen his body and enhance his speed.

The Cloud Sand Body Refinement Manual and the Hundred-Refinement Vajra Art he practiced were, in essence, auxiliary techniques.

…

Half a month later, Lan Chang’an turned 172 years old.

That day, a surge of water and wood spiritual energy radiated from the deep pond behind his estate.

Sweeping it with his spiritual sense, Lan Chang’an nodded slightly.

The Profound Water Turtle had advanced, reaching the mid-second-rank.

Compared to the Earth Burrowing Rat, its progress was painfully slow, akin to a tortoise. But this was characteristic of Profound Water Turtles, a species known for their longevity.

In truth, the turtle’s current pace of advancement was already more than twice as fast as others of its kind.

If not for its slow speed, Lan Chang’an wouldn’t have been able to buy its sickly egg years ago for just a few hundred spirit stones.

"Counting up, this turtle is only 130 years old," Lan Chang’an mused.

Normally, it would take a Profound Water Turtle 200 years to reach second-rank.

Lan Chang'an's True Dan-level Evergreen mana had nurtured it, allowing it to absorb the essence of time itself.

The vast difference in cultivation levels meant the turtle would soon enter a rapid growth phase, with the potential to reach third-rank within decades.

Such a growth rate naturally appears extraordinary, but it is still slower than that of ordinary spiritual beasts.

For a high-level cultivator like Lan Chang’an, nurturing spirit beasts with unique methods was not a big deal.

Unless Lan Chang’an personally attained a upper-tier True Dan or a Golden Dan, it was unlikely to attract any unwanted attention.

Lan Chang’an had already made preparations for such scenarios.

While the quality of his Core Formation couldn’t be concealed during breakthroughs, there were plenty of methods to hide it afterward.

Only during intense combat would his true strength potentially be revealed.

...

Three months later.

Behind the tranquil Autumnwind Isle, Lan Chang’an had already packed all his belongings.

"Are the preparations complete?"

In the side hall, Lan Chang’an channeled his core energy to brew a pot of steaming tea, pouring two cups mid-air.

One cup of third-rank spirit tea floated gently into the shadowy corner behind him.

"Master Lan, everything is in order. I’m ready to transfer to the Liang Kingdom cultivation world to carry out the special mission," replied Xing Peng, dressed in a gray robe with a hood, as he cautiously received the tea cup, clearly flattered by the gesture.

Lan Chang’an had decided to return to the Liang Kingdom's cultivation world.

Leaving Xing Peng in Jing Kingdom without supervision posed the risk of him slipping out of control.

The restrictions Lan Chang’an had implanted back then—using soul gu techniques—were nearly impossible to undo for anyone below the Nascent Soul Realm.

Yet, allowing Xing Peng to operate beyond Lan Chang'ans range of influence still carried potential risks.

Additionally, Lan Chang’an valued information from the cultivation world and hoped Xing Peng could be transferred to Liang Kingdom.

As someone with connections, Xing Peng had been coasting along, often shirking duties and leveraging his cousin—Shadow Hall Chief—to arrange his reassignment to Liang Kingdom under the guise of a "special mission."

And this so-called "special mission"? The target was none other than Lan Chang’an himself.

After advancing to the Core Formation Realm , Lan Chang’an's ranking on the Unseen Gate’s priority list had significantly risen.

As a good old loose cultivator, Lan Chang’an had formed ties with numerous cultivators from Liang Kingdom, including a third-rank formation master and the Law Enforcement Elder of Jin Yun Valley.

To ensure his transfer was approved, Xing Peng reported some of Lan Chang'ans hidden information to Unseen Gate.

For instance, he disclosed that Lan Chang’an had already become a third-rank grand talisman master.

He also confirmed that Lan Chang’an had acquired Core Formation opportunities from an ancient ruin, along with the secret techniques for nurturing his Profound Water Turtle.

"When you get to Liang Kingdom, it won’t be your cousin’s territory anymore. Be more cautious in your actions going forward," Lan Chang’an advised.

"Don’t worry, Master Lan," Xing Peng replied with a casual tone. "My cousin is one of Unseen Gate’s rising stars. In a few years, he’s likely to become the branch chief for Jing Kingdom. The Liang Kingdom branch should show me some leeway out of respect for him."

"That's good," Lan Chang’an nodded, satisfied. He then added, "If things settle down in a few years, I might consider giving you a Core Reformation opportunity."

"Thank you for your kindness, Master Lan!"

Xing Peng’s face lit up with gratitude as he bowed deeply.

Although he harbored some doubts about Lan Chang'ans ability to help him reform his Core, he still clung to a sliver of hope.

After all, Lan Chang’an had obtained the Core Formation opportunity in an ancient ruin—who’s to say he didn’t also find a method for Core Reformation?

Moreover, as Xing Peng spent more time around Lan Chang’an, he realized that this seemingly ordinary True Dan cultivator was anything but ordinary.

To form a True Dan at the age of one hundred and seventy was already a minor miracle that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and even his pet had formed a True Dan!

Xing Peng, being over 30 years younger than Lan Chang’an and of decent aptitude, theoretically there was hope on the path of Core Reformation.

"Go now," Lan Chang’an waved his hand, watching as Xing Peng merged into the shadows and vanished from the side hall.

Lan Chang’an had already considered that if he truly possessed the ability to assist others in reforming their Cores, it would allow him to easily cultivate and control loyal subordinates in the future.

In the cultivation world, True Dan cultivators were rare, but there was no shortage of Fake Dan practitioners.

Still, helping others reform a core and reforming one for himself were two entirely different matters.

Both forming the Core and reforming the Core were primarily reliant on the practitioner’s efforts, with external assistance playing only a secondary role.

"If this person proves to be loyal, I might give him a chance as a test subject in the future," Lan Chang’an made up his mind.

...

A few days later.

Lan Chang’an left behind a letter on Autumnwind Isle and departed quietly.

He deliberately avoided bidding farewell to Xia Hongyu, Xia Mingqu, Xia Shenglan, and the others, choosing to forgo any emotional goodbyes.

For Lan Chang’an, Jing Kingdom was merely a temporary stopover, unlike the strong ties he felt to his homeland in Liang Kingdom.

There was nothing here worth lingering over.

Even the seed that had once been sown, Xia Wenyue, had joined the Proud Moon Palace in Feng Kingdom.

...

Above the clouds, in the Nine Fiery Heavens...

"For thirty years, I’ve lived in exile, hidden far from home.

Others mock me as the coward Chang’an.

But with a True Dan swallowed into my belly,

Who dares to say the pursuit of longevity is mere folly?"

A handsome man dressed in white robes, exuding a transcendent air, stood on a greenish-gray light streak. Hands clasped behind his back, his bright, star-like eyes surveyed the mountains and spiritual veins of Jing Kingdom below.

The Nine Fiery Heavens, also known as the Ninefold Firmament, was a realm where only high-level cultivators could fly.

Here, the gales were ferocious, capable of tearing Foundation Establishment cultivators to shreds within moments.

Lan Chang’an dared to fly only within the lower three layers of the Nine Fiery Heavens.

High-level cultivators preferred flying in this realm due to a legend: the higher one ascended, the greater the chance of encountering rare heavenly treasures.

In his past life, Lan Chang’an had only ever flown within the lower three layers. Throughout his lifetime of travel, the heavenly materials he had obtained could be counted on one hand.

The middle three layers were considered forbidden zones belonging only to Nascent Soul True Monarchs, offering a higher chance of encountering heavenly treasures.

Theoretically, even in the lower three layers, with enough luck, one could encounter fourth or fifth ranked heavenly treasures.

Lan Chang’an had heard rumors in his previous life of an ordinary True Dan cultivator who, by sheer luck, stumbled upon a spiritual treasure-grade spirit item in the Nine Fiery Heavens, forever altering their cultivation destiny.

...

In just a single day, Lan Chang’an reached the border of the cultivation world of Jing Kingdom.

Beyond lay vast stretches of wasteland separating Jing and Liang Kingdoms—areas consisting mostly of low-spiritual or barren lands, with some spiritual chasms scattered throughout.

What had once been a perilous and arduous journey for him was now almost trivial.

The flying speed of a True Dan expert far surpassed that of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The loose cultivators and robbers along the way were no more than ants in his eyes.

Even areas with spiritual null zones only slightly slowed Lan Chang'ans flight.

The boundless power of a True Dan cultivator’s spiritual power resembled an unfathomable abyss.

In smaller spiritual null zones, he didn’t even need to stop or rest to replenish his energy.

...

Two days later.

Near a river in the border wastelands, two bloodcurdling screams pierced the air.

An old man and a young girl in a pink dress lay motionless in pools of their own blood.

“Poison and seduction? Such petty tricks!”

A young man in blue robes at the late Foundation Establishment stage sneered as he coughed lightly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Slash! Slash!

Narrowing his eyes, Nie Yuan controlled his supreme-grade flying sword, driving it ruthlessly into the bodies of the old man and the girl several more times to ensure their deaths.

Moments earlier, he had battled the pair, and his late Foundation Establishment cultivation had prevailed against their early and middle Foundation Establishment cultivation, but he still sustained a minor injury.

This left Nie Yuan dissatisfied. After all, he was formerly from a prestigious sect.

Just as he wiped the blood from his sword, a calm and measured voice drifted from above:

"Young friend, your spiritual power is refined, your aptitude extraordinary, and your future bright. Why have you fallen to the life of a bandit, preying on others in this desolate land?"

"Who’s there!?"

Nie Yuan’s heart skipped a beat as he looked up to see a plainly dressed man descending from the sky.

The man seemed to materialize out of nowhere, his cultivation unfathomable.

"Me? I am merely someone upholding justice."

Hovering above, the plain-clothed man raised his palm and gently pressed downward.

A vast, greenish-blue whirlwind hand materialized in the air, expanding within Nie Yuan’s vision. The very atmosphere around him grew as heavy as a mountain.

"True Dan mana! Senior, spare me!"

The ground beneath Nie Yuan's feet collapsed, and his expression turned to terror. He attempted to dodge, but his body felt as though it were mired in quicksand.

It wasn’t that his movements had slowed significantly—rather, the massive hand above was far too fast, bearing down on him with suffocating pressure.

Crash!

Nie Yuan’s protective shield shattered instantly. His hastily summoned supreme-grade magical weapon dimmed and broke apart as it fell to the ground.

In the next instant, his world plunged into darkness.

...

"Nie Yuan... an inner disciple of the Flame Departing Palace, fallen to banditry to amass resources for Core Formation…"

"Hmm, his background isn’t bad."

Standing over the corpse, Lan Chang’an placed his hand on Nie Yuan’s head, extracting fragments of the dying man’s soul. From these fading memories, he pieced together a general understanding of Nie Yuan’s identity.

This man had committed countless atrocities in the border wastelands, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake.

Lan Chang’an felt no remorse for killing him.

After finishing the soul-searching, Lan Chang’an collected Nie Yuan’s essence blood and the remnants of his soul's energy, sealing them in two separate vials.

With these, he could later use his Hundred Illusions Mask to perfectly mimic Nie Yuan’s identity, even down to his spiritual power aura.

"Bullying weaklings is still the easiest!"

Lan Chang’an chuckled lightly, waving his hand to clear the scene and erase all traces.

Throughout the entire process, his spiritual sense swept the surroundings to ensure there were no witnesses.

Nie Yuan was not the first late Foundation Establishment cultivator Lan Chang’an had killed on his journey.

“A few more identities for Core Formation won’t hurt.”

...

Flying another thousand or two li, a massive third-rank spirit ship appeared on the horizon.

Lan Chang’an found it somewhat familiar.

"Isn’t that a cross-border spirit ship from the Jiuchen Merchant Association?*"

After a moment of recollection, Lan Chang’an confirmed his suspicion.

Whether it was the exact same ship he had traveled on years ago remained uncertain, but the design and the guild’s banner matched.

He recalled his past experience vividly. Back then, he and others were crammed into the cargo hold below the deck, forced to pay exorbitant fees in spirit stones just to upgrade to a cramped guest room, all while being treated as goods to be transported.

...

On the spirit ship.

"A True Dan cultivator! Are they coming for us?"

The ship’s steward, along with hundreds of cultivators aboard, were overcome with anxiety.

True Dan cultivators usually traveled through the Ninefold Firmament, rarely interacting with merchant spirit ships. Yet the approaching True Dan cultivator was unmistakably heading straight for their vessel.

"Wait! That looks like… ‘Evergreen Immortal’!"

"‘Evergreen Immortal’? The one who…”

As the elegant and refined white-robed man came into view, several cultivators aboard the ship recognized him.

The steward, a gray-haired elder with Fake Dan cultivation, let out a sigh of relief.

Evergreen Immortal was a famous True Dan cultivator, known for his inspirational story and upright character. He was a model of virtue and far from the likes of a vicious rogue cultivator.

"I am Fei Tang, steward of the Jiuchen Merchant Association and person in charge of this vessel. Evergreen Immortal, it is an honor to have you here. How may we assist you?"

The elderly steward flew out to greet Lan Chang’an, bowing respectfully.

Lan Chang’an returned the gesture with equal politeness, smiling as he said:

"In my younger days, I was blessed by the Jiuchen Merchant Association’s ‘generosity.’ It allowed me to escape the chaos of the war-torn cultivation world and sneak into Jing Kingdom. By sheer luck, I eventually managed to form my Core.

"Seeing this spirit ship again stirs up old memories. I simply wish to rest aboard for half a day."

Hearing this, the cultivators aboard the spirit ship were enlightened.

So, Evergreen Immortal had such a difficult past! It added a touch of legend to his already admirable story.

Only Fei Tang, the steward, showed a subtle change in expression, faintly guessing at the hidden implications.

"Evergreen Immortal honors us with his presence. We happen to have a vacant vip cabin aboard. Please, come this way."

The guild staff and cultivators welcomed Lan Chang’an aboard with the utmost courtesy, escorting him to the finest accommodations on the uppermost deck.

While there hadn’t been any available vip rooms initially, they quickly vacated one to accommodate him.

...

In the premium suite.

"So, this is the vip cabin on a cross-country spirit ship? The very type of room that Young Master Wang once occupied?"

Lan Chang’an stood inside the luxurious suite, which spanned over a hundred square meters—a stark contrast to the cramped room he had once been forced to pay for.

The suite even came with personal attendants and maids to cater to his every need. The level of service matched that of a high-end inn in a major Immortal City.

...

Half a day later.

Lan Chang’an departed, heading toward the Liang Kingdom’s cultivation world under the watchful eyes of the ship’s cultivators.

"Evergreen Immortal’s character is exemplary. He stayed only as long as he promised and even paid for his stay."

"Such an open-hearted and humble person! He even nodded in acknowledgment when I greeted him from afar."

While waves of praise and admiration spread among the ship’s passengers, Fei Tang, the steward, wore a bitter smile.

During those few hours, the guild had pampered Evergreen Immortal to the fullest—rare spirit tea, exquisite food, fine wine, and even beautiful attendants to accompany him.

Moreover, Fei Tang had personally gifted him 10,000 spirit stones and a VIP token of the merchant guild.

Indeed, Evergreen Immortal had paid for the room, but it didn’t come close to the guild’s expenses.

...

One day later.

Lan Chang’an finally left the border wastelands.

The familiar aura of Liang Kingdom filled his senses, stirring a mix of nostalgia and calm.

Looking back on his journey, the trials and tribulations of the past seemed trivial in hindsight.

Even the unpleasant treatment aboard the Jiuchen Merchant Association’s spirit ship had once been etched in his memory, but now it was no more than a passing thought.

He wasn't a petty person. His time aboard the ship had been spent relaxing, and he didn't make things difficult for the Jiuchen Merchant Association.

...

Upon entering Liang Kingdom, Lan Chang’an slowed his pace, switching to riding his Profound Water Turtle to take in the changes across the land.

However, as he crossed the border, he sensed an unusual tension in the air.

The patrol teams of sect cultivators he encountered were filled with a murderous aura, their vigilance unnervingly high.

After verifying Lan Chang'ans identity and his True Dan cultivation, these patrol cultivators—initially shocked—quickly bowed respectfully and answered his inquiries.

"The Six Demonic Sects have massed their armies at the Yan Kingdom border…"

"The Endless Palace of Feng Kingdom, led by Chu Tianfeng, has called upon nearby sects to confront the demonic forces."

Lan Chang'an received a piece of shocking news, though he had long anticipated this day.

Currently, the Feng Kingdom and the demonic faction stand on the brink of war, tension so palpable it feels like drawn swords and notched arrows.

In addition:

From the reactions of the sect's patrolling cultivators, Lan Chang'an realized they were unaware of his breakthrough to Core Formation.

The upper echelons of Liang Kingdom surely knew of his advancement, but in the broader cultivation world, spanning across kingdoms, such news often lagged behind, especially among the lower ranks of common cultivators.

It is precisely this kind of information disparity that keeps ordinary cultivators forever trailing behind those at the top.

“The closest place to the border where I know someone is the Li Family of Snow Plum Mountain…”

Seated atop the broad back of the Profound Water Turtle, Lan Chang'an flew through the waves, heading in a certain direction.

The Li Family of Snow Plum Mountain was led by Li Congren, the most outstanding grandson of Li Erqing.

Thirty years ago, when Lan Chang'an fled to Jing Kingdom aboard an cross-border spirit ship, it was thanks to Li Congren's connections that the journey was made possible.

(End of chapter)

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