Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

Chapter 459: Mr. You and Mirage Palace

Wushi Town, Moxu Inn.

This inn belonged to a cultivation sect called the Qingmo Sect, located east of Moxu Mountain.

Renting the most ordinary room here cost four low-grade spirit stones per night.

That price was certainly not cheap—in fact, one could even say it was rather expensive.

After all, in a place like Moxu Mountain, most of those staying in town were outsider cultivators with low cultivation levels and no connections.

Cultivators with backing and strength naturally had someone arranging lodging for them.

As for those weaker cultivators without support, they could be exploited without daring to complain.

It was either pay up and stay at the inn, or sleep out in the wild—those were the only two options.

To keep a low profile, Chen Yan had rented three top-tier rooms at the Moxu Inn.

These three rooms cost him three mid-grade spirit stones every single day.For Chen Yan at present, let alone three mid-grade spirit stones, even if it were high-grade spirit stones—thirty a day or three hundred—he could completely afford it.

All thanks to the Great Derivation Art.

Even immortal artifacts could be crafted from scratch, let alone spirit stones.

These days, Chen Yan could easily use the Great Derivation Art to transform his own spiritual energy or the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into spirit stones.

With his current mid-stage Unity Realm cultivation, he could, in just a few breaths, use the Great Derivation Art to derive thousands of high-grade spirit stones.

In short, Chen Yan had achieved complete financial freedom.

Spirit stones had many uses.

Beyond powering arrays and talismans, the most common application was alchemy.

Relying solely on control over fire and the quality of ingredients made it nearly impossible to produce pills that brought out more than half of their medicinal efficacy.

Spirit stones had to supply spiritual energy into the furnace during the refining process to create truly good pills.

And precisely because manipulating spiritual energy was necessary during alchemy, improper handling could very easily cause the furnace to explode.

Thus, alchemy was closely tied to the quality of the furnace, the alchemist’s technique, and their cultivation realm.

Cultivators in the Middle Three Realms could at most refine pills up to the seventh cycle. As for eighth-cycle and ninth-cycle pills, the Upper Three Realms cultivation level was an absolute prerequisite.

Even the rare tenth-cycle pills and immortal pills were said to be refinable only by cultivators above the Ascending to Immortality Realm.

For instance, True Person Aicheng, the ninth-generation steward of Heavenly Summit Mountain, was a great power in the Ascending to Immortality Realm who excelled in alchemy. In his lifetime, he had refined nearly a hundred tenth-cycle pills and seven immortal pills.

After Heavenly Summit Mountain fell, eleven tenth-cycle pills and one immortal pill that True Person Aicheng had refined remained in the mountain.

In the end, Wind Ravine Valley secured that immortal pill only by giving up all rights to the tenth-cycle pills and various other heavenly treasures.

However, as part of the deal, Wind Ravine Valley also demanded nearly half of Heavenly Summit Mountain’s alchemy manuals.

It was for this reason that Wind Ravine Valley’s alchemical expertise had remained at the top among the Five Great Sects throughout the long years after Heavenly Summit Mountain’s fall.

As for that immortal pill, it was ultimately consumed by Realman Bai Shang when he broke through from Dao Union to Ascending to Immortality.

There were rumors in the world that Realman Bai Shang’s early death was related to that Heavenly Summit Mountain immortal pill.

But those were just rumors.

Chen Yan sat beside the square table in his room at the Moxu Inn.

Sitting across from him was the young cultivator he knew all too well, clad in simple daoist robes—Mr. You.

“Little Zhou,”

Chen Yan said slowly,

“Pour the tea.”

“Yes, sir.”

The young woman standing to the side, dressed in gray daoist robes, responded. She stepped forward a few paces, picked up the teapot set on the table, and evenly poured tea into the cups before Chen Yan and that young cultivator who was a stranger to her.

As Zhou Jinyun poured tea for the young cultivator in the simple daoist robes, she cautiously lifted her eyes to steal a glance at him.

This was not the first time he had come to the inn to find Senior Chen.

And Senior Chen always addressed this young cultivator as “Mister.”

That meant the young cultivator before her was likely above Senior Chen in cultivation level, or at least not far behind—otherwise, Senior Chen would not use such a respectful form of address.

After finishing pouring the tea, Zhou Jinyun gently set down the teapot and resumed her position in a corner of the room.

This chief disciple of Weaving Dreams Tower from Mirage Palace—revered by the world as a Heaven-Favored Daughter with the potential to Ascend to Immortality—was merely serving as a tea attendant here.

If such news got out, it would surely shock the world.

But Zhou Jinyun did not feel the least bit inappropriate about serving as a tea attendant here.

After all, of the two people currently seated in the room, one was a peerless great power who could conjure immortal artifacts out of thin air, and the other was deeply respected by that same peerless great power.

Chief disciple of Weaving Dreams Tower?

Let alone herself, even if a Dao Union Realm great power came, they would likely be nothing before these two.

Zhou Jinyun even suspected that Senior Chen’s true cultivation level might have already surpassed the Ascending to Immortality Realm.

After all, a feat like crafting immortal artifacts from scratch was absolutely impossible for Ascending to Immortality cultivators.

At the very least, the twenty-nine Ascending to Immortality great powers recorded in Chenping Continent’s history could not do it. Whether Immortal Venerable Fusheng could achieve it, Zhou Jinyun did not know.

That was already beyond the knowledge of this chief disciple of Weaving Dreams Tower.

“The seven-thousand-year-old Rain-Lin Pearl Vine that Mirage Palace is trying to find has been located. The one who found it is a Body Forging Realm cultivator named Chu Fan.”

Chen Yan picked up the teacup before him, took a slow sip, and then spoke to Mr. You sitting across from him.

“And then?”

Mr. You similarly took a sip of tea and asked back.

“When Mirage Palace’s Huangfu Han summoned all cultivators above the Qi Sea Realm in Moxu Mountain, I once saw this Chu Fan.”

Chen Yan continued.

“Oh?”

Mr. You’s tone remained calm and indifferent.

“He’s already dead.”

Chen Yan said.

“I know.”

Mr. You replied.

Not a single gust of wind or rustle of grass in Moxu Mountain could escape Chen Yan’s spiritual sense.

And Chen Yan was well aware that the Mr. You before him, who remained unfathomable even to him, undoubtedly surpassed him in cultivation level—by a long shot, in fact.

“The one in his body now is a guy named Kang Zongdan. The reason I came here is to investigate this matter. Mirage Palace might be plotting something behind the scenes.”

Chen Yan said.

“But I didn’t come here for some Mirage Palace conspiracy.”

Mr. You shook his head with a smile.

“I know. You’re very familiar with Mirage Palace, Mister.”

Chen Yan said.

“That’s right.”

Mr. You nodded.

“No one in the world today is more familiar with Mirage Palace than I am—including Weaving Dreams Tower’s ancient illusion arts.”

Standing to the side, Zhou Jinyun’s eyes sharpened at these words.