Cultivating Immortality: I Can See the Script of Life

Four days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Wan Yi sat cross-legged on the hard stone bed, his body radiating with vital energy. Strands of this energy swirled around him, eventually condensing into a dark yellow magical power within his body, which slowly circulated.

The magical power accumulated until the dantian was completely filled and could hold no more.

Wan Yicai slowly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"Success! Early stage of embryonic breathing!"

He successfully entered the Dao in just three days, and even if you include the time spent studying the techniques, it was only four days!

Such speed, wouldn't it shock everyone if word got out?

Wan Yi knew perfectly well that his rapid attainment of the Dao was at most due to his average aptitude, which made him a support. The real contributor was his golden talent, [Extraterrestrial Demon]!

That's right, he didn't actually fully understand the intricacies of the "Corpse Raising and Puppet Refining Technique" at all, and he only had a superficial understanding of many parts, but he had a get-out-of-jail-free card.

With the talent of [Extraterrestrial Demon], there's no fear of going mad; just keep trying.

Even if there are some parts that are not fully understood, at most it will slow down the speed of cultivation. It will never be like other disciples who accidentally suffer from qi deviation and die on the spot.

Wan Yi curled his lip in self-deprecation: "Well, at least I can start working to pay off my debts ahead of time. Life in the Demonic Sect is never a moment's rest."

He casually took out the disciple's jade tablet, infused it with a wisp of magic power from his fingertip, and the jade tablet instantly glowed faintly, completely refining itself in an instant.

Wan Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that's good. Unless he dies, no one can take away his contributions without his permission.

Of course, we can't be too sure of anything. This jade token was issued by the sect, so they definitely have ways to forcibly take it away.

Wan Yi stared intently at the cloud-shaped characters on the jade tablet. Now that he understood writing, he could immediately decipher the contribution figures on it.

There are also 928 contributions.

Wan Yi counted on his fingers, feeling increasingly distressed.

After deducting the 900 loan from Yinshan Society, the interest-free loan from the sect only left me with 28 contribution points.

After a moment's thought, he quickly sorted out the accounts.

The sharing was just released, and 50 contribution points were deducted as a cultivation fee.

Of the remaining 22 contribution points, 10 were robbed by Wu Wei, 10 were spent on listening to the Dao, 1 was spent on rent for the cave dwelling, and 1 was used to buy ten Bigu Pills.

Although he was already a cultivator of fetal breathing, Wan Yi still couldn't abstain from grains.

The embryonic breathing realm, to put it simply, is about refining essence into qi. It doesn't allow you to directly absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth, so you still need to eat to replenish your essence.

They can eat even more than ordinary people, and they need to take spiritual pills to eat.

If one relies solely on fasting pills to survive, it will inevitably hinder one's cultivation progress.

Besides, Wan Yi was also troubled looking at the dilapidated underground stone chamber that didn't even have a lock.

Living here all the time isn't a solution; we need to find a more normal cave dwelling soon.

And the monthly rent is also a considerable expense.

And what about magical artifacts and spells? Which of those doesn't require contributions?

That's why Wan Yi just joked that he had to work.

Could you let him work?

That is impossible!

There's no future in working for someone else; it's a complete waste of time!

I have a golden touch; I can see through fate and have precognition.

Why miss an opportunity and go to work illegally?

He must be crazy!

Thinking of this, Wan Yi sat back down cross-legged on the hard stone bed.

What's the rush?

Let's play it safe for now and consolidate our cultivation first.

Going out now would be too conspicuous.

Wan Yi immediately closed his eyes and continued to bury himself in cultivation. He endured another five days before slowly getting up, dusting himself off, and heading straight towards the Corpse Puppet Hall.

Upon arriving at the Corpse Puppet Hall again, Wan Yi walked confidently toward the counter and immediately spotted Jiang Chuan sitting there on duty.

Jiang Chuan also caught sight of him quickly. Just as he was about to greet him with a smile, his gaze swept over Wan Yi and he suddenly paused. A flash of inspiration appeared in his eyes, and the smile on his face froze instantly, filled with shock.

How...how is this possible?

He's only been a disciple for ten days, and this kid's already a cultivator?

If we only consider the time spent on cultivation, ten days to enter the Dao is actually not much, and is even considered slow.

The key point is that just ten days ago, Wan Yi was a complete novice in cultivation who didn't even recognize the Cloud Seal Heavenly Script.

He had to learn to read and write from scratch and study martial arts manuals, all of which took a lot of time.

Ordinary disciples need at least a month to understand the techniques and dare to try practicing them.

Even someone with average talent like Jiang Chuan took almost half a month to successfully enter the Dao back then.

If anyone dares to practice the technique without understanding it, they could easily suffer a qi deviation and be taught a lesson in no time.

At best, they'll go insane; at worst, they'll die suddenly!

No wonder Jiang Chuan was so surprised.

So, Jiang Chuan lowered his voice and asked, "Junior brother, you...you've entered the Dao?"

Wan Yi chuckled inwardly, but outwardly maintained a calm demeanor, bowing respectfully: "Greetings, Senior Brother Jiang. I'm fortunate to have just entered the Dao."

He knew perfectly well that he had planned to come and take on the mission, and that he would eventually have to reveal his cultivation level, which was why he deliberately lay low for five days.

If someone were to achieve enlightenment in just five days after starting out, it would definitely cause a sensation throughout the Corpse Puppet Palace, attracting the attention of various powerful figures, and they might even be captured and forced to refine puppets.

But now, surviving for ten days makes much more sense.

Jiang Chuan had told him before that it took him a little over ten days to become a Taoist.

If one has good comprehension, entering the Dao in ten days is considered normal and not too conspicuous.

In fact, Wan Yi wanted to lie low for a few more days, but tomorrow was the day Wu Wei was giving a sermon. If he didn't reveal his cultivation level and didn't go to listen to the sermon, that guy would definitely come knocking on his door.

Jiang Chuan exclaimed repeatedly, "Junior Brother's comprehension is truly remarkable. He entered the Dao in just ten days, even more impressive than I was back then. He will surely achieve great things in the future."

After his remark, he changed the subject and asked, "Junior Brother, you've come today presumably to receive a mission and earn contribution points, right?"

Wan Yi nodded quickly: "Senior brother is absolutely right. We still have the Yinshan Society's loan on our shoulders, so we need to hurry up and earn contribution points to pay off the debt, otherwise we will be crushed sooner or later."

He said that, but he had other plans in mind.

Taking on the mission was just a pretext; the real purpose was to gather information, find out if there were any new main characters in the script, unlock new plot points and pick up any leftovers, and incidentally, find out where Qian Zhuo was.

Wan Yi only knows that Qian Zhuo is related to the Yinshan Society, and knows nothing else. He cannot check the script often enough to seize opportunities.

Jiang Chuan pondered for a moment, then asked, "Junior Brother, is there anywhere you'd like to go? If not, how about the mortuary?"

Wan Yi looked puzzled: "Senior brother, what kind of place is this 'corpse-sewing room'?"

Jiang Chuan explained with a smile, "Our Corpse Puppet Hall focuses on raising corpses and refining puppets. Most disciples earn contribution points through this, but cultivator corpses are hard to find, and even if they are found, they are mostly incomplete."

"This mortuary is responsible for sewing together the mutilated corpses of cultivators collected by the sect, and then selling them to the disciples in the hall. Although the monthly salary is not high, it is stable."

He paused, then added, "Besides, you're a newcomer to the Dao, junior brother, and you don't have much experience in raising corpses or refining puppets. Working in the corpse-sewing room means you'll be in frequent contact with corpses. Spending some time there will be a good opportunity to study the secrets of raising corpses and refining puppets. It's much better than blindly raising corpses now and losing everything."

"In addition, Qian Zhuo, the junior brother in charge of the mortuary, entered the sect at the same time as me. He is a fairly honest person and will not deduct your monthly salary."

Wan Yi couldn't hold back on the spot.

So, if you work in other parts of the sect, your monthly salary will be deducted?

This demonic sect is so shady!

But when Wan Yi heard the name Qian Zhuo, he was instantly overjoyed.

You search high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly!

I didn't expect to find this guy's whereabouts so quickly.

That's true. Jiang Chuan was also a supporting actor in "Respect for the Dead," so it's normal for him to know Qian Zhuo. It's understandable that he would introduce him to work for an acquaintance.

Besides, the morgue also sells corpses, so I can take the opportunity to observe other people's profiles and maybe even find a third scenario.

Thinking of this, Wan Yi quickly cupped his hands and replied, "Thank you for the recommendation, Senior Brother Jiang. I'll choose the mortuary. Thank you for your help, Senior Brother."