Reincarnation Immortal Venerable: Starting from the Ninety-Nineth Incarnation

"Li Yanzhou! Wake up!"

Li Yanzhou tried to open his eyes but felt as if he were filled with lead, his whole body stiff and unable to move, not even able to lift a finger. His head was buzzing, a sharp pain struck, and everything went black before his eyes, and he fainted again.

The moment his consciousness sank, countless images exploded in his mind like a movie. It wasn't a hallucination; it was all his past since his transmigration, along with some blurry and fragmented pieces. In the images, there was a person who looked exactly like him, dying in a sky full of demonic energy. Before dying, he murmured words like "reincarnation" and "calamity."

He was originally a 26-year-old retired soldier and office worker, all alone. He had just finished playing games at 3 a.m. and was smoking while staring at the "Lonely King" achievement on the screen.

Suddenly, he heard a strange call: "Li Yanzhou, help me!" Before he could react, a halo of light swept him away, and when he opened his eyes again, he was transported to the Qingyun Realm.

He transmigrated into the body of Li Yanzhou, a sixteen-year-old boy from the miscellaneous service area of ​​the Qingxuan Sect. His spiritual root was ridiculously useless, making him a "useless good-for-nothing" despised by the entire Qingyun Realm.

The one who protected him, yet ultimately pushed him off the cliff, was his own brother, Li Yanran, a genius of the Qingxuan Sect, the sect leader's personal disciple, a ruthless character at the Huashu Realm, and his only family in this world.

The images in his dream became clearer and clearer. He remembered that Li Yanran had specially arranged for him to work in the herb garden, saying that the herb garden was full of spiritual energy and could help him try to guide his qi.

It was in the herb garden that he met Su Qingyao.

Su Qingyao was a disciple of Danfeng of Qingxuan Sect. Dressed in plain clothes, she saw that he was clearly a barren root, yet he still diligently cultivated. She showed no disgust and kindly taught him how to identify spiritual herbs and avoid evil energy.

Later, seeing that his spiritual energy was always dissipating, he gave him an ancient spiritual jade that he had picked up from a pile of rocks, saying that this spiritual jade could help gather spiritual energy. He also secretly took him to the abandoned spiritual spring behind the herb garden, saying that the combination of the spiritual jade and the spiritual spring might be able to break through the bottleneck.

In his dream, by the spiritual spring, he subconsciously gripped the spiritual jade and began to circulate his Qi-sensing technique. The next second, the jade suddenly became hot, and a stream of obscure spiritual energy burst forth. There was also a stream of pure and strange energy that violently and precisely drilled into his meridians. Immediately afterward, his consciousness sank, and he fell into a chaotic darkness.

In the darkness, a blurry figure sat cross-legged on a cloud, its aura terrifyingly powerful. It was the remnant consciousness of Meng Xuanji, a powerful being from another world. Upon seeing someone enter the Spirit Jade Space, it exclaimed, "Thirty thousand years! Finally, a junior from Wugen has been able to awaken my remnant consciousness!" The voice struck Li Yanzhou's divine sense directly, leaving him stunned on the spot.

Meng Xuanji bluntly stated, "You and I are both barren roots! The world is blind, treating the root of all spirits as worthless trash! The cultivation methods of this world are not suitable for barren roots. I have the 'Dust Boat Technique,' which can refine the five elements of spiritual energy and help you break through your cultivation realm!"

His tone was urgent, yet tinged with a hidden worry. He repeatedly instructed Li Yanzhou that this technique must never be revealed, and that the path of cultivation was perilous, so he must not be impatient for quick results.

Before he could react, a golden light shot from Meng Xuanji's fingertip and countless profound incantations drilled directly into his mind—it was the "Dust Boat Incantation"!

Immediately afterward, another burst of chaotic spiritual light touched his brow, helping him break through the shackles that prevented him from cultivating and elevating him to the late stage of the Qi Sensing Realm! Li Yanzhou excitedly kowtowed on the spot, crying, "Master!"

Meng Xuanji laughed maniacally and then gave him three more instructions, her tone so serious it wasn't a joke:

Firstly: The spiritual jade in your sea of ​​consciousness can conceal chaotic energy and simulate any spiritual root. I will hide the spiritual jade in your sea of ​​consciousness; do not show it to anyone.

Secondly, the "Dust Boat Technique" must never be revealed, otherwise it will lead to death.

Thirdly: Beware of "people in the clouds".

Finally, Meng Xuanji's figure gradually disappeared.

Although Li Yanzhou did not understand what the "person in the clouds" was at the time, he remembered it firmly. However, Meng Xuanji's remaining consciousness dissipated too quickly, and he did not have time to ask for more details. Only a vague aura remained, which faintly resonated with the spiritual jade in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This secret was known only to Su Qingyao and herself. At the end of the dream, he and Su Qingyao returned from the Spirit Spring, wanting to tell his brother Li Yanran how he obtained the opportunity.

The further they walked, the more uneasy they felt. The Qingxuan Sect was eerily quiet, without even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy. Instead, it was filled with a strange and chilling aura. Feeling panicked, the two of them quietly sneaked towards the main hall, only to stumble upon the scene of Li Yanran's betrayal and Xuanzhenzi's murder. In the end, Li Yanran slapped them off the cliff with a single palm strike.

"Yanzhou! Wake up!" The urgent call, tinged with tears, pulled Li Yanzhou straight out of his dream.

He gritted his teeth and mustered all his strength, finally breaking free from the restraints and suddenly opening his eyes.

What came into view was not the darkness below the cliff, nor the Qingxuan Sect of my dreams, but a dilapidated roof, and the air was filled with the smell of herbs mixed with vegetation.

Beside him, Su Qingyao's eyes were red like a rabbit's, and she was holding him tightly, her face full of lingering fear: "You're finally awake! You've been unconscious for three days, I thought..."

It took Li Yanzhou a while to calm down and completely distinguish between reality and dreams. The time travel, the overgrown roots, the herb garden adventure, the inheritance of the Dream Mystery, the betrayal of the main hall, and being hit and falling off the cliff were all real, not illusions.

He subconsciously looked into his sea of ​​consciousness and saw that Lingyu was safely inside. The strange chaotic temperature flowed smoothly, and his cultivation at the late stage of the Qi Sensing Realm was genuine. He instantly felt at ease.

"We were saved by an old Taoist priest. This is a dilapidated temple in Qinghe Town." Su Qingyao said softly when she saw that he had recovered. She reached out and touched his forehead to make sure that he no longer had a fever before she breathed a sigh of relief.

"My brother..." Li Yanzhou had just opened his mouth, wanting to ask about Li Yanran, when the door of the dilapidated temple was pushed open, and an old Taoist priest wearing a faded Taoist robe walked in, carrying a bamboo basket filled with herbs.

"Oh ho, you're awake?" The old Taoist grinned, his voice booming. "Youth is wonderful; you can fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow and sleep for three days straight."

"Three days?!" Li Yanzhou asked urgently, "Daoist Master, thank you for saving my life. May I ask if you know anything about the Qingxuan Sect recently? Also... have you seen a young cultivator dressed in white with a cold and aloof demeanor named Li Yanran?"

The old Taoist priest looked up at him, stroked his white beard, and said in a somber tone, "The Qingxuan Sect is gone."

Those five words, like a boulder, crashed heavily into the hearts of Li Yanzhou and Su Qingyao.

"Three days ago, the demonic leader Mo Yuan led his demonic cultivators to massacre Qingxuan Mountain. Sect Master Xuan Zhenzi perished, and nearly a thousand cultivators from the entire sect were wiped out. Mo Yuan and his men turned Qingxuan Mountain upside down, as if they were searching for something." The old Taoist sighed, his tone tinged with apprehension. "For miles around, there are demonic cultivators' search teams. Anyone they see from the Qingxuan Sect is killed on the spot, leaving no survivors. As for that white-robed cultivator you mentioned, I have heard of him. Rumor has it that he has joined Mo Yuan's side and personally killed the Qingxuan Sect's sect master and elders. Now he is a guest of honor in the demonic path, and everyone has the right to kill him."

The entire sect was wiped out. Is Mo Yuan searching for something? And what about his brother, Li Yanran? Did he really betray the Demonic Path? But his usual protection didn't seem fake at all.

Li Yanzhou clenched his fists, his doubts growing deeper. He couldn't believe that his older brother, who had protected him since childhood, would really betray the sect and him.

He was about to ask another question when the old Taoist waved his hand and said, "I don't know anything else, and I dare not get involved in the demonic activities."

"Thank you, Daoist Master." Li Yanzhou and Su Qingyao exchanged a glance and slowly said, "Let's get dressed up a bit and go out to scout out the situation. Staying here all the time isn't a solution."

The streets and alleys of Qinghe Town are narrow and pedestrians are in a hurry. The two walked discreetly along the wall. Looking at the unfamiliar streets and alleys, their confusion deepened, and they had no idea where the road ahead would lead.

Reaching the alley entrance, the two stopped and gazed in the direction of the Qingxuan Sect in the distance. The area was shrouded in mist, but it no longer had the abundant spiritual energy of the past; instead, it exuded a faint, chilling aura.

Li Yanzhou clenched his fist, the confusion in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a firm resolve: "Qingyao, we can't go back. No matter what happened to my brother, we have to survive first. Only by surviving can we find out the truth."

Su Qingyao nodded immediately, her eyes filled with agreement and sorrow: "I know. The sect leader is dead, Senior Brother Li has betrayed us, the Qingxuan Sect is gone, where should we go?"

The wind carried the scent of daily life from Qinghe Town as the two walked back to the dilapidated temple, feeling both uncertain about the future and relieved to have escaped their predicament.

Su Qingyao's tone changed from calm to firm: "From now on, it's safer for me to follow you than to go my own way. Besides, I always feel that Senior Brother Li's betrayal and the destruction of the Qingxuan Sect are not as simple as they seem on the surface."

Li Yanzhou glanced at her sideways, a hint of warmth flashing in his eyes. He didn't say much, only gave a soft "hmm," but his pace slowed down unconsciously as he deliberately walked alongside her.

He knew that from the moment the Qingxuan Sect was destroyed and his brother pushed him off the cliff, his life had completely deviated from its original course.

They didn't know what the future held, why Li Yanran's personality had changed so drastically and why he had committed murder, who the "person in the clouds" was, or what fate the weeds within them would bring.

But they knew that from the moment they decided to leave the Qingxuan Sect, their lives would begin anew, and survival would be their only goal.