Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

"Understood."

Fat Long nodded solemnly and seriously.

Chen Qiu did not delay any further but immediately, according to the information from the Heavenly Dao Jade Scroll, placed the surrounding poison fog and neutralizing herbs in the warm medicinal tub in order, soon feeling a slight sting.

The spiritual energy inside his body began to boil and gradually turned violent.

He instinctively closed his eyes, preparing to circulate his mental method.

But the next instant—

He opened his eyes even faster, his mouth twitching in pain he couldn't suppress.

Under the entry "One with Heavenly Deficit," all his senses were enhanced, including his sense of pain.

Damn it... I might as well keep my eyes open, keeping them open doesn't affect the cultivation, it just feels weird, like how some people don't want to stare into each other's eyes while kissing, usually at least one person has their eyes closed.

If both are stubborn, then the scene is quite tender.

Time flew by.

Chen Qiu was not in a hurry, simultaneously circulating his mental method and experiencing the tingling sensation from the poison immersion. He was a Magic Practitioner, not a poison cultivator; if he were the latter, he probably wouldn't even feel this slight pain.

Many poison cultivators have grown up ingesting poisons since their childhood, their internal spiritual energy turning a jade green color.

With a casual strike, their blows carried toxicity.

...

Meanwhile here—

The scholar, initially reluctant, was gradually turning into a state of full admiration and shock. He could never have expected that this thin man in the Qi Refinement Realm beside him had so many ideas in his head.

For example, during their journey, they briefly talked a few times.

They discussed his identity as Da Xia's number one Sword Cultivator, an identity that he had now openly acknowledged. With the leak of the Memory Stone, enemies were assuredly going to come knocking, and since hiding was no longer an option, he no longer wished to conceal his identity.

They talked about the time he competed with Ji Taiping for the title of Da Xia's number one Sword Cultivator.

They also talked about his reputation in Da Xia.

This man named Liu Zide was the one giving him these strategies.

"You could occasionally look distressed and stare at your late wife's hairband in public. What use is a Sword Cultivator no matter how formidable? Isn't there always someone in the world deemed the strongest Sword Cultivator? This persona is strong, but to maintain it, you'll always have to face challengers."

"How dangerous is that, what if you die one day?"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"We can switch to a persona that is safer and more memorable."

"This way, even if someday you are no longer the strongest Sword Cultivator, you still have your uniqueness."

"The persona of a widower who remains faithful is very suitable for you. Then, in those brothels where others are lecherously frolicking, you, clad in a green robe, would sit alone in the attic, your face showing signs of vicissitude as you drink wine under the moon."

"Broadcast this scene with a Memory Stone, then find a few scholars to compose some poems about this moment."

"Then you can spend a few Spirit Stones to hire some admirers, so wherever you go, a crowd of them will scream excitedly at you; wouldn't others become even more curious about you then?"

"Moreover, people tend to follow the crowd; when many people like something or someone, others tend to more easily like that thing or person. This way..."

"..."

Liu Zide said a lot, and it sounded like these were just the most basic strategies; he hadn't even started on the more clever ones.

What a genius.

If he had known these tricks back then, he couldn't even imagine how imposing he would have been.

...

In Qiu Yuan City.

The scholar sat cross-legged in a chair, looking towards Liu Zide nearby who was anxiously and urgently directing in the courtyard, lifting his tea cup to his lips with an emotional sigh: "Truly a great talent."

The bearded strong man sitting beside him did not say anything but just looked down at the ants on the ground.

His brother's favorite thing was fame.

Liu Zide's greatest skill was making people famous.

These two really matched each other.

Birds of a feather.

Meanwhile, Liu Zide was furiously yelling into his Sound Transmission Ring: "No matter how much that woman with the 'Nine Yin Strength' is offering, tell him, I'm offering ten times that!!!"

"Money is no object, understand!!"

"Have her board the fastest Flying Boat and come to Qiu Yuan City at the highest speed!"

Then, turning to the nine men pretending to be Evil Cultivators, he angrily yelled: "Have you jerks ever even seen an Evil Cultivator? Can you act out that kind of brutal inhumanity of an Evil Cultivator?!"

"A pitiable White-clothed Saintess of a famous sect is right in front of you."

"And you're asking her if she has a husband?!"

"Be more brutal, understand?"

Standing among the nine Evil Cultivators, the Saintess in white, her eyes glistening as if teary, coyly turned to Liu Zide and seductively said: "Boss, this is my first time in front of so many people, with so many people."

"Can you add two more Spirit Stones later?"

"Add, add!!!"

Liu Zide, with one hand on his hip, looked towards this White-clothed Saintess, pointing at her nose and scolded: "I'll add your mother, can you drop that slutty act?"

"You're supposed to be portraying a naive and pitiable Holy Daughter from a proper sect, understand?!"

"The kind that is unknowing and innocent!"

"Act slutty one more time, and I'll kick you out; I can find loads of sluts for ten Spirit Stones, got it?!"

"Oh..."

The Saintess looked a bit aggrieved and nodded her head.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's the spirit!"

"Get ready with the Memory Stone, let's try it again!"

...

A few moments later.