Chapter 156

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Chapter 156: Accomplishing Merit to Become an Immortal

“What good time?” Ye Xiaoyao asked, puzzled. Had Old Sword discovered some secret realm?

“The tremor just now happened because the chains linking the two realms have just connected. The chains were pulled tight, causing the entire Central Thousand Worlds to shake.”

“The closest realm to us is the demon race. It seems the rumors spreading in the cultivation world are true.”

“If that’s the case, kid, as long as you make significant contributions in the battle between humans and demons, and after the fusion of the two realms, if the human race takes the lead, achieving merit to become an immortal won’t be an issue.”

“By then, when you ascend to the Thousand Worlds, you’ll also be able to find a good immortal sect,” Old Sword said.

“What are the benefits of accomplishing merit to become an immortal?” Ye Xiaoyao noticed a hint of excitement in Old Sword’s tone.

“First, in the Thousand Worlds, as long as you don’t do anything reckless, no one will dare to kill you.”

“Second, the heavenly fortune will gather around you. Simply put, you’ll encounter constant opportunities. Even if you sit still, good things will come your way.”

“Third, the top immortal sects will eagerly welcome you to join them because your fortune will boost their sect’s fortune,” Old Sword explained, listing the benefits one by one.

“How do I accomplish merit to become an immortal?”

“It’s too much for you to grasp right now, but remember to focus on your cultivation. Once you reach the Great Ascension stage, as long as you defeat more than half of the beast emperors, you’ll be close.”

“It’s easy—just gather one celestial tool and about a dozen Spiritual Swords. The rest can be filled in with tens of thousands of fifth-grade precious artifacts, like Spiritual Swords.”

“At that point, forget about beast emperors; even beast immortals will be no match for you,” Old Sword said casually.

Ye Xiaoyao rolled his eyes.

“Are you kidding me? A celestial tool? Should I sell you to get one?” Ye Xiaoyao shot back sarcastically.

“If you can, sell me to your good brother. He doesn’t seem like a poor guy,” Old Sword joked, both of them knowing they wouldn’t part ways until ascending.

“With Junior Brother Xu’s exceptional talent, he should already be at the Golden Core Stage.”

“If Junior Brother Xu pushes a bit harder, he might even be able to refine Spiritual Swords at the Nascent Soul stage soon.”

Ye Xiaoyao was still thinking about returning the Spirit Heart Ore he owed to his good brother, but he hadn’t found the chance yet.

“Don’t worry about your good brother for now. Take advantage of the beast race’s numbers and kill more to earn points.”

“Being with you hasn’t brought me any prosperity. By now, I’ve mastered the sword formation, but the quantity and quality of Spiritual Swords are still disappointing,” Old Sword sighed.

Ye Xiaoyao: “???”

If it weren’t for you, would I be this poor? All my spirit stones go into cultivation or buying materials to refine Spiritual Swords. I can’t even afford to buy a gift for my Junior Sister. Do you think it’s easy for me?

If Xu Fan knew about Ye Xiaoyao’s situation, he’d probably mock him: “Poor protagonist.”

A month later, Xu Fan welcomed the two Core Formation Stage Elders from the Qianling Sect again. This time was different—the elders brought not only spirit ore and spirit stones but also gifts for Xu Fan.

A piece of colorful stone, a type of Spiritual Treasure essential for refining Spatial Tools, could protect against disturbances in spatial turbulence.

This small piece of colorful stone would cost a small fortune if bought.

Since Xu Fan wasn’t prepared, he could only symbolically return two palm-sized farms, already optimized to fifth-grade precious artifacts.

Surprisingly, the two big shots seemed quite pleased with them.

After the elders left, Xu Fan looked at the colorful stone in his hand and sighed, “This sugar-coated shell is a bit too much for me.”

As a traditional, upstanding citizen in his past life, Xu Fan would never allow himself to fall short in returning gifts. So, he instructed Pang Fu to procure a batch of special spirit ore.

After Xu Fan got the spirit ore, he headed straight to the underground production area.

Right then, the production lines in the underground space were running full tilt. Xu Fan made his way to the Nascent Soul Stage puppet production line and handed the space ring filled with spirit ore to Grape.

“This batch of ore will keep all the underground production lines running at full capacity for a year.”

“Grape, do you still have enough computing power?” Xu Fan asked. Even though he always thought of Grape as artificial intelligence, it was actually a spirit with its own limits.

“With 10% of the computing power tied up by the Star Ship rune formations, all the active production lines and other tasks are using up six layers of computing power. If Master plans to deploy battle puppets within the Hidden Spirit Sect’s territory later, Grape will need an upgrade.”

“No rush. Once I hit the Golden Core Stage, you’ll get a full upgrade to artifact-level. For now, this will do,” Xu Fan said after a moment of thought. He had already gathered the materials for Grape’s upgrade, the treasure that had helped him the most. He just needed to reach the Golden Core Stage.

“Understood,” Grape replied in its electronic voice.

Just then, Xu Fan spotted a hidden door in the underground space, and a flicker of nostalgia crossed his eyes.

He gently pushed the hidden door open, revealing a massive space over ten thousand square meters in size. A model of a micro city took up more than eighty percent of the area.

The micro city was more lively now than when Xu Fan had been at Que Tian Sect. People and vehicles were moving around, and if you listened closely, you could hear the sounds of a bustling city.

Looking at the micro city he had built with his own hands, Xu Fan sighed.

“Is this my inner demon?”

Time slipped by, and Xu Fan stood in front of the micro city for three full days.

When he finally left the underground space, he noticed the entire sect had become much livelier.

At the main peak’s dojo, he saw that Li Xingci had already gathered two thousand disciples, all kids between six and twelve years old.

Inside the dojo, Little Xi, who had already reached the Golden Core Stage, was explaining the sect rules to the new recruits.

“Master, we’ve successfully recruited 2000 disciples,” Li Xingci said, appearing beside Xu Fan.

“That was quick! It hasn’t been long at all,” Xu Fan remarked.

“Common folks have always dreamed of immortals, and with so few sects in the Lin Sen Fairy City area, rounding up 2000 disciples was easy.”

“Good. Keep taking care of your little animals, and don’t leave everything to Wen Xi. You still need a split body to keep an eye on her.”

“Worried she won’t pull her weight?” Xu Fan glanced at Li Xingci.

“Yes, Master,” Li Xingci nodded.

“Too calm, way too calm,” Xu Fan shook his head at Li Xingci’s expression. His disciple, who had been a bit playful as a kid, had turned into a master of keeping a straight face. He always stayed composed, and at most, when in a good mood, he’d offer a smile.

Just then, Li Xingci picked up on something unusual in Xu Fan’s aura.

“Master, were you thinking about your family just now?” Li Xingci asked.

“Yes. When I was young, a beggar took me in. We went through countless hardships together, and in the end, I joined Que Tian Sect.”

“By then, the beggar had grown old, and before I could gather enough spirit stones to buy a longevity pill, he passed away.”

“In this life, I only had two years of good fortune. Maybe that’s just how fate works,” Xu Fan said.