I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

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..."

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!"