213: Young man, do you want to cultivate immortality?

At the corner, next to a sundry stall, a young monk in a gray robe silently withdrew his gaze from the departing Xuanbing Platform group.

Xuanzang looked at the relief on the faces of the common people after their escape from disaster, and then at the discussions of the Martial Forest individuals in the distant restaurant, who were both fearful and curious about the “Seven Great Profound Orders.” His heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Envy.

It was truly f***ing envy.

In this era, Daoist Immortal methods have begun to flourish. A newly established Imperial Dynasty, simply because of the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect, can issue such overbearing decrees, intimidating all Martial Artists in the world.

Why?

Isn't it because a true Immortal stands behind them!

Xuanzang touched the genuine Buddhist Immortal method he had comprehended and compiled, the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra, in hisPregnant, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

He possessed a treasure mountain, yet dared not reveal it to others.

He was currently only at the first level of Golden Core, which might be considered a master in this world, but that was all.

He clearly understood that the Sect Master of the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect could steadily pass down the Immortal Dao because his strength had long reached heaven-shaking levels, enough to suppress all greed and covetousness in this world.

What about himself?

If he dared to jump out and shout, “This poor monk also has Immortal methods, and they are Buddhist ones,” he feared that the next day, those Martial Saints who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years, and even Martial God old monsters who had crawled out of their coffins, would line up to “invite” him for tea.

At that time, should he hand it over or not?

If he handed it over, the Buddhist Immortal Dao would become a wedding dress for others.

If he didn't hand it over, he feared he would be torn into pieces on the spot by those old monsters and thoroughly studied from inside out.

“Alas, the Great Thunderclap Temple, in the end, still has only me.”

Xuanzang sighed, placed a copper coin on the table, turned, and merged into the vast crowd.

The Dao is long and arduous; let’s take it slowly.

...

The scene that unfolded in Qingfeng City was merely an insignificant ripple in this magnificent era.

At this moment, on Tianzhu Peak, Tai Xuan Immortal Sect.

Lu Yuchen lay in a grand armchair, a straw stalk in his mouth, with his legs crossed.

Watching the Disciples within the Sect, both direct and Outer Sect, cultivating desperately as if they were injected with chicken blood, he felt incredibly comfortable.

“Tsk tsk, not bad, not bad.”

He squinted his eyes, looking composed, and began to count on his fingers.

“In a blink of an eye, it’s been almost five years since I came to this cursed place.”

“Two years ago, I met that kid Lin Fan, and through a mix of deception… ah, no, it was through patient guidance, I finally led him onto the Dao.”

“Then came the establishment of the Sect, taking in Nanny, that little foodie, and then picking up Ling Ke'er, a Martial Emperor Reincarnation, and also that kid Xiao Huohuo…”

“Now, our Tai Xuan Immortal Sect is truly strong and prosperous, with a thriving population!”

The more Lu Yuchen thought about it, the more invigorated he felt. The curve of his lips couldn’t be suppressed, even carrying a hint of smugness.

To think, back then, he was just a Transmigrator who couldn’t even get enough to eat.

And now?

If he stomped his foot, the entire Tianwu Continent would tremble!

The sense of accomplishment was simply incredible!

“But…”

Lu Yuchen smacked his lips, always feeling that something was still missing.

“You can’t put all your eggs in one basket.”

“Now we have Immortal methods and Buddhist methods, but there are so many diverse cultivation arts and crafts. We can’t neglect them, can we?”

“It’s time to open a few more alt accounts!”

He slapped his thigh.

“Right! That’s what I’ll do!”

...

Lu Yuchen's mind began to race.

“Confucianism, I must establish one. They Cultivate the Righteous Qi, their words become law, and they keep their promises. How cool!”

“Formation Cultivators are also necessary. They specialize in Formation to suppress Luck and Seal demons. It sounds so high-end!”

“And Body Cultivators, Gu Cultivators, Talisman Cultivators, Demon Cultivators, Devil Cultivators, Evil Cultivators, Beast Cultivators, Poison Cultivators…”

“Alchemy Cultivators, Artifact Cultivators, and Divine Cultivators are even more indispensable!”

Lu Yuchen counted on his fingers, rattling off more than a dozen Dao Legacies in one breath. The more he spoke, the more excited he became, as if he could already see his glorious future of wearing countless alt accounts, wielding all the Dao of the heavens, and becoming the greatest mastermind behind the scenes.

As for the reason?

It’s readily available!

Just like the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect, they are all ancient Legacies that have remained hidden from the world. Now that Spiritual Qi has recovered, sensing the call of the era, they have all emerged to widely recruit Disciples!

Perfect!

“Alright, which one should I start with?”

Lu Yuchen stroked his chin and finally set his sights on “Talisman Cultivators.”

“In movies I watched in my previous life, those Daoist priests drawing talismans to catch ghosts had so much swagger.”

“That’s the one!”

“As for the Sect’s name… Hmm, let’s call it ‘Maoshan’!”

With the plan decided, Lu Yuchen could no longer sit still.

His figure flickered, and he vanished from his original spot.

The next instant, he appeared in the Southern Region of the Tianwu Continent, amidst a continuous, sparsely populated, primeval mountain range.

His Divine Sense swept across, and he quickly found a mountain that was neither too high nor too low, yet extremely secluded.

“You’re the one!”

Lu Yuchen grinned, and his majestic Soul Transformation Stage magical power surged into operation.

“Rise!”

A soft shout!

Rumble—!

The entire earth trembled and groaned violently at this instant!

The mountain he had chosen was forcibly pulled out of the earth by an invisible, immense force.

Soil, rocks, trees… the entire mountain was lifted by supreme magical power, slowly ascending into the air.

Immediately after, he pointed an empty finger at a large rock at the foot of the mountain.

“Screech—!”

Amidst flyingbroken stones, two large characters, written with the flourish of a Dragon and Phoenix, brimming with Daorhyme and ancient simplicity, appeared out of thin air—

Maoshan!

Having done all this, Lu Yuchen was still not satisfied.

He waved his large sleeve again.

On the bare mountaintop, ancient Daoist temples and palaces rose from the ground.

In just the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

A Talisman Cultivator Sect, though not grand, but quite substantial in scale, had already taken initial shape.

“Hmm, not bad, not bad.”

Lu Yuchen nodded with satisfaction, but he always felt that something was still missing.

“Oh, right, Formation!”

He slapped his forehead, only then remembering this matter.

How could a decent Sect not have a mountain-protecting Formation?

But here came the problem.

All his previous Formation were System rewards; he had never learned this stuff himself.

Nor had he ever taken in any Disciples proficient in Formation to give him a return.

“System, get out here!”

Lu Yuchen began his specialty: “daily harassment” in his mind.

Three hours later.

【Ding! In view of the Host’s indelible and outstanding contributions to the development of this world, this System can make an exception and bestow upon the Host one ‘Sect Concealment Formation.’】

“One?” Lu Yuchen immediately became displeased upon hearing this and began his performance.

“I say, System, aren’t you being a bit stingy? I’ve been working so hard, spreading the Dao, doing infrastructure, and pushing the world’s progress. Is it easy for me?”

“Look, I still have more than a dozen alt accounts waiting to be opened! You only give one Formation. What’s that enough for? It’s not even enough to fill a tooth gap!”

“And look at other Systems. They give out Divine Artifacts and Divine Cultivation Techniques at the drop of a hat. And you? You’re as stingy as an iron rooster…”

Continued harassment.

One hour later.

【Ding! …Bestowing upon the Host twenty ‘Sect Concealment Formations.’】

The System’s cold mechanical voice seemed to carry a hint of… impatience?

“Heh heh, that’s more like it.” Lu Yuchen knew when to quit while he was ahead, a cunning smile on his face.

He launched one of the Formation, which transformed into a stream of light, instantly enveloping the entire “Maoshan” and then vanishing from sight.

Having completed all this, he swept his Divine Sense and quickly locked onto a target within the mountain range.

It was a teenager, about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in animal skin, holding a bow and arrow, currently chasing a deer.

The teenager’s name was Lin Ying.

As he finished hunting and rested against a large tree, a smile curved on Lu Yuchen’s lips.

He flicked a finger.

The energetic teenager, Lin Ying, felt his eyelids grow heavy and, leaning against the tree trunk, fell into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he saw a large mountain shrouded in Immortal mist, named Maoshan.

On the mountaintop, an old Immortal with an ethereal aura smiled slightly at him.

“Foolish child, you are fated with my Maoshan. Today, I shall bestow upon you a token. Within three days, if you can find the path up the mountain, I shall take you as my Disciple and impart to you the supreme Talisman Dao.”

With that, the old Immortal flicked his finger, and an ancient wooden token flew into his hand.

...

Having completed all this, Lu Yuchen withdrew his magical power.

He looked at the still-sleeping teenager and the Maoshan token that had appeared, unbeknownst to anyone, in the teenager’s arms, a playful smile on his face.

“Kid, whether you can seize this Opportunity depends on your own fortune.”