Chapter Six: Junior Sister Grows Up
Chapter Six: Junior Sister Grows Up
"Changshou, do you still remember the mantra I taught you yesterday? Recite it for me."
"Li Changshou! How can a cultivator be so timid about life and death, unwilling to take risks? How can you expect to obtain opportunities?"
Ah, why did the master's demeanor change so quickly?
It seemed like these two memories were separated by several decades. When I first joined, the master was so amiable. But after all these years, the master...
became extremely stern.
Li Changshou chuckled, then realized that his Dao body seemed to be in a state of slumber. The fatigue from continuous cultivation was still lingering.
Was he dreaming?
It had been a long time since he last dreamt. As his cultivation progressed, the frequency of sleep reduced significantly. Each time he slept, it was like this – accumulated exhaustion from prolonged high-intensity cultivation needed relief, even if his spiritual energy remained abundant.
"Old Tian, Old Tian, stop pretending to be asleep! Get up, Old Tian!"
Once again, he heard the hoarse shout, and the siren approached from a distance, still so clear...
Li Changshou smiled bitterly. It seemed like he had turned around in the darkness, facing those rushing memories.
He scrutinized each scene like a passing landscape. It felt as if he was watching the life story of someone else.
In this story, there were no flying cultivators, no lofty deities. Perhaps there were deities, but they were always shrouded in mystery.
The protagonist of this story was named Tian Zuguang, and it unfolded on a blue planet called Earth.
Tian Zuguang, as the name suggested, was expected to bring honor to his ancestors. He did his best, leading a smooth life until he was twenty-eight when he was suddenly diagnosed with a terminal illness...
In his final moment, he sighed lightly, feeling the last bit of strength leaving his body. His consciousness seemed to fall into an endless abyss.
Suddenly, a strong sense of reluctance surged within him. Like the final flicker of the flame of life, he propped himself up on his wheelchair with all his strength. However, before he could take a step forward, he directly fell to the ground...
And so, the famous line from his last life echoed in this one:
"Old Tian, Old Tian, stop pretending to be asleep! Get up, Old Tian!"
The memory abruptly stopped, with a gap lasting about three years. The following scenes became clearer.
A boy, wearing open-crotch pants and sporting braided hair, ran on the grass. He quickly grew up, and at the age of seven or eight, he encountered an old immortal who took him as an apprentice...
Perhaps, this was fate, destiny.
Li Changshou sighed lightly, locking away these memories in the depths of his heart. Regardless of everything, these were his most cherished moments, although time had gradually eroded them.
Do not slack off, do not relax. The environment around him was not as peaceful as it seemed.
Thinking of this, Li Changshou turned around in the darkness, feeling his body gradually free from fatigue. His divine consciousness spread around him, finding nothing unusual. He hesitated to wake up.
Perhaps the inertia of long-term inactivity had surfaced.
It had been good to have another chance at life, and he was grateful to the 'great god' who had left a backdoor for him, whether it truly existed or not. However...
Could he have a modern life?
Even if he couldn't return to the present, couldn't he be sent to an ancient era like the flourishing Tang or Ming Dynasty? He could live a peaceful life, pass the time happily, and maybe have a few concubines.
But in an instant, he found himself in a cultivation world, and not just any world but the harshest, cruelest, and most irrational one...
The primordial chaos!
After fifteen years of apprenticeship, studying the scriptures in the sect and listening to various stories told by his master, Li Changshou finally understood the environment he was in.
Since that day, he activated the 'auto-isolation mode' button.
Yes, he arrived in the ancient era, the Hongmeng of myth and legend. He was born in an era nestled between two great calamities.
Looking ahead along the historical trajectory of Hongmeng, the influence of the War of Gods and Demons lingered. Although the human race prospered, the remnants of the demon race were still powerful. With the protection of Nuwa, the goddess of the human race and one of the Six Saints, the demon race clung to the borders of the five continents, dreaming of revival and engaging in perennial warfare with the human cultivators.
The six saints had returned, calculating against each other for a bit of prestige, causing countless living beings to die for the sake of trivial matters.
The two big shots from the Western teachings, Jieyin and Zhunti, controlled the desolate lands of Xiniuhezhou, propagating their teachings and poaching disciples from other sects.
The disciples of the Daoist sect, Chan and Jie, had already risen. The twelve golden immortals of Chan had just gained fame, becoming the hot topic among cultivators in recent millennia.
The imposing force of the Jie sect was also taking form, with countless powerful individuals gathering under the leadership of the Primordial Heavenly Master. Although they bickered incessantly with the Chan sect, fortunately, there hadn't been any actual friction yet.
This was the golden age for Daoism, and all three teachings thrived. Human cultivation prospered under the support of the three teachings. In the central Shenzhou region, Daoist sects dotted the landscape. In the Three Thousand Great Worlds, traces of disciples from the three teachings were found everywhere. Daoism had spread across the Three Realms, and primordial spirit cultivation and human alchemy had become the mainstream in Hongmeng.
This was also the worst time for ordinary cultivators. The competition for ascension paths was extremely fierce. The Heavenly Court, established not long ago, acted according to the whims of the immortal figures of the three teachings. There was no order in the five continents, and for cultivators to grow, it depended entirely on their own efforts and luck.
Luck played a significant role!
Li Changshou was fortunate that his master, while not particularly strong, had some background in the Heavenly Court.
Although Li Changshou strongly suspected that the founder of the sect was probably just one or two named disciples of the Heavenly Court's Tianzun.
About the Western Kunlun Daoist Yuan, the only thing Li Changshou could think of was that this immortal had cultivated disciples during the War of Gods and Demons and became one of the Hum-aha Two Generals. Other than that, there were only some irrelevant rumors.
It was likely that Yuan Daoist was just one or two named disciples of Taichu Tianzun. Immortals were ranked too low...
Back to his own situation.
No background, no magical powers, no destiny. How could he make a name for himself in this era?
What a joke! Just surviving would be good enough.
So, from that year on, Li Changshou set a goal for himself: [Survive], live as long as possible, avoid all kinds of calamities, and peacefully live out this second