Reincarnation Immortal Venerable: Starting from the Ninety-Nineth Incarnation

The days after Li Yanzhou entered the outer sect of Qiyun Sect were more peaceful and stable than he had imagined.

As soon as the morning bell rang, the disciples went to the main hall to listen to the teachings. Only the sound of the wind and the gentle flow of spiritual energy remained in the mountains. The tension and bloody memories of the days of escape were gradually smoothed out in this tranquility.

Li Yanzhou led a very regular life, listening to the teachings of the disciples every morning, which allowed him to understand the fundamental rules of this world.

This world is called the Azure Cloud Realm, and the place they are in is the Central Plains of Ten Thousand Paths within the Azure Cloud Realm.

Spiritual roots are divided into six grades from bottom to top: barren root, mortal root, good root, outstanding root, brilliant root, and untamed root. His barren root, which was once regarded as useless, was the lowest grade. The cultivation realms are divided into three realms of mortal cultivation, three realms of opening the mansion, three realms of foundation cultivation, and three realms of ascending to the pinnacle. Each realm is further divided into three minor realms: sensing qi, calming the breath, planting the foundation, opening the mansion, receiving spiritual energy, and transforming the pivot...

He had no time to learn these common-sense things when he was wandering and displaced, but now that he has settled down, he can finally see the world he lives in clearly.

At noon, he meditated and cultivated by the medicinal herb field. In the evening, he sat with Su Qingyao and Shi Dazhuang on the small hill behind the mountain, watching the sunset dye the sea of ​​clouds golden and red.

He no longer needed to be haunted by the shadow of being hunted down, nor did he need to be constantly on guard against lurking dangers. He was finally able to calm down and practice the "Dust Boat Technique" to gradually solidify his cultivation.

The chaotic energy flowed slowly through the meridians, gentle, profound, and restrained, completely different from the ordinary spiritual energy of the Azure Cloud Realm.

It is neither violent nor dazzling, but it can steadily nourish the meridians, repair hidden injuries, and purify impurities. Even the minor hidden dangers left by falling off the cliff will quietly disappear in the daily operation.

Li Yanzhou could clearly feel that his late-stage Qi Sensing Realm was becoming increasingly stable, and he was only a thin barrier away from the peak.

During this time, he also paid special attention to the movements of Qiyun Sect and found that although this sect was not a top sect, it had hidden secrets. The outer sect deacons would occasionally secretly investigate the identities of the disciples, and there were often subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy in the depths of the back mountain, vaguely as if there were high-level cultivators in charge. This made Li Yanzhou more and more cautious. He never revealed the secret of the spirit jade and the chaotic energy, nor did he ever mention his identity as a remnant of Qingxuan Sect.

Shi Dazhuang had long since become the undisputed "darling" of the entire outer sect.

He was tall and incredibly strong, yet his personality was as simple and honest as a child's. He spoke slowly, had a sweet smile, never argued with anyone, and didn't understand the meaning of fighting or grabbing.

Whenever an outer disciple has heavy or tiring work to do, all they need to do is call out to Dazhuang, and he will immediately come running over happily to help. He can carry spirit wood, move stone blocks, carry water buckets, and organize medicine baskets. He does everything quickly and steadily, and afterwards he just scratches his head and smiles, not asking for any reward whatsoever.

The senior disciples in the miscellaneous service department often gave him fruit, and Granny Zhang in the dining hall would secretly save the biggest piece for him every time she steamed spirit grain cakes. Even the usually serious outer sect stewards would soften their expressions when they saw him and occasionally give him some tips on how to strengthen his body.

Dazhuang didn't understand what it meant to be popular; he only knew that people smiled at him and were willing to give him food, so he treated everyone with the same sincerity.

Every time Li Yanzhou found Dazhuang, who was busy running around, he felt both helpless and amused.

Having traversed two lifetimes, he had witnessed scheming, betrayal, and life and death, but he had never seen such a clean and pure person. Dazhuang had no cultivation and a simple mind, yet he lived a brighter life than anyone else.

What concerned Li Yanzhou even more was that every time Dazhuang came into contact with the aura corresponding to the spiritual jade in his sea of ​​consciousness, a faint chaotic fluctuation would emanate from his body. However, this fluctuation was so weak that even Dazhuang himself was unaware of it. Although Li Yanzhou was puzzled, he had no clue for the time being and could only keep an eye on it secretly.

Su Qingyao gradually gained a foothold in the outer sect.

Originally from the Dan Peak of the Qingxuan Sect, she learned quickly and had a solid foundation in identifying herbs, medicines, and alchemy. The Qingyun Pill she refined had a mild and long-lasting effect, and many disciples would come to her for help when they had a minor back pain or slight pain in their meridians. She never refused and would help whenever she could, being both gentle and considerate.

Su Qingyao never revealed her Danfeng inheritance, and usually only refined low-level pills, deliberately concealing her talents.

The small hill in the evening was the place where the three of them lingered most often.

Su Qingyao sat on a rock sorting through spiritual herbs, her fingertips dancing lightly. Li Yanzhou meditated with his eyes closed, his chaotic energy flowing quietly. Shi Dazhuang held a handful of wild fruits and handed them to the two of them one by one. Then he sat obediently, gazing at the sunset and grinning foolishly.

"Yanzhou, your cultivation seems to be going more and more smoothly lately," Su Qingyao said softly.

Li Yanzhou opened his eyes, smiling peacefully: "The 'Dust Boat Technique' suits me very well. It stabilizes my breathing and doesn't damage my meridians."

"That's good." Su Qingyao smiled slightly.

Shi Dazhuang immediately nodded and stuffed the largest red fruit from his arms into his hand: "Eat it, it's sweet."

"It's so good to have you all here," he said softly.

Su Qingyao's cheeks flushed slightly as she lowered her head to continue arranging the medicinal herbs. Shi Dazhuang chuckled, revealing his bright white teeth and crescent-shaped eyebrows.

Days passed peacefully, but one afternoon, a sudden downpour hit the outer sect's medicinal herb field. If several baskets of freshly picked herbs were soaked, their medicinal effects would be greatly reduced. Several disciples were in a panic, but Shi Dazhuang had already run over quickly.

Without saying a word, he took off his outer garment and gently covered the most precious basket of medicinal herbs. Then, he carried the baskets back and forth to the rain shelter. Being tall and long-legged, he could cross half of the medicinal field in a few steps. In a short while, all the dozen or so baskets of medicinal herbs were safely transferred.

Rain soaked his hair and clothes, but he still wore a simple, honest smile: "Don't worry, Da Zhuang, hurry up."

The disciples were warmed and smiling, and quickly handed him a dry towel. Su Qingyao even specially made two cold-dispelling pills and personally delivered them to him.

"Dazhuang, don't be so reckless next time, you'll get sick."

Shi Dazhuang held the pills and nodded vigorously: "Okay, Dazhuang will remember."

Li Yanzhou stood to the side, a faint smile in his eyes.

He had witnessed the bloodshed of the Qingxuan Sect's destruction, the pain and coldness in his brother's eyes, and the cruelty of the rampant demonic path. But now, looking at Dazhuang being treated gently by everyone, the hard and cold corner in his heart finally softened little by little.

It turns out that this world is not just about the survival of the fittest, nor is it just about betrayal and exploitation. Purity and kindness are equally worthy of being cherished, protected, and loved.

At night, the three of them sat in the courtyard.

Shi Dazhuang ate the spirit fruit with satisfaction, and Su Qingyao said softly with a smile, "Now everyone in the outer sect knows that we have the most enthusiastic and honest Dazhuang here, and everyone wants to protect him."

Li Yanzhou gently patted Dazhuang's head: "He deserves it."

Dazhuang couldn't understand complicated words, but he was happy enough knowing that Yanzhou and Qingyao were by his side. He chuckled and gave the biggest fruit to Li Yanzhou, the reddest one to Su Qingyao, and held the smallest one for himself, eating it with great relish.

The moonlight shone down, quiet and warm.

Looking at the scene before him, Li Yanzhou secretly made up his mind.

He needs to become stronger quickly, strong enough to protect everything, protect the people around him, and protect this simple yet precious happiness.

The evening breeze is gentle, and life is peaceful.

Having survived the annihilation of their sect and a life-or-death escape, they finally found a small haven beneath this sea of ​​clouds where they could breathe peacefully and cultivate diligently.

However, Li Yanzhou remained vigilant. He knew that this peace was only temporary. The demonic path would not easily give up the search for the remnants of the Qingxuan Sect. The whereabouts of his elder brother Li Yanran and the truth behind the destruction of the Qingxuan Sect were still a huge weight on his heart. He had to break through as soon as possible to have the ability to find out all of this.