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Chapter 101 No one knows, can that be called death?

"I finally found a way to survive!" Jiang Chuan was very excited.

Five months!
One hundred and fifty deaths!

He finally found a way to survive!
"Old Ancestor, come in. We have found a way out."

Jiang Chuan shouted to the Purple Cloud Patriarch outside the Golden Gate.

Patriarch Ziyun rode on his own body, the Qi Gourd, and transformed into a stream of light, arriving in front of the Golden Gate.

Looking at the safe and sound Jiang Chuan, he was filled with admiration: "You found it in one go! Jingyang, your talent in formation is truly unprecedented!"

"I, Jiang, am the future Immortal Emperor. My talent in formations is just one of my insignificant talents."

Jiang Chuan stood with his hands behind his back and spoke seriously, "A mere True Immortal Formation wouldn't be enough to stump me. If it were an Immortal Formation created by an Immortal King, there's still a chance."

I simulated death one hundred and fifty times, and no one knew.

If no one knows, can that be called death?

Anyway, my talent for formation is hard to find in ancient and modern times!
"Jingyang, since you have such a strong talent for formations, can you break the formation of Kuntian Immortal Mansion and get the inheritance and treasures of Kuntian Immortal Venerable?"

Ziyun Patriarch's eyes lit up: "Kuntian Immortal Venerable has already become an Immortal King. There must be countless treasures in his Immortal Palace. When the time comes, I will give you the Dao Seeds, Immortal Gold, other scriptures, and elixirs."

Jiang Chuan asked doubtfully, "Ancestor, I have a question. Why should I share my Dao Seeds and Immortal Gold with you when I break the Immortal Formation?"

Ancestor Ziyun glared at him: "Do you still want to eat alone?"

Jiangchuan: "."

What does it mean to want to eat alone?

Shouldn't I eat alone?
The way you acted so confidently almost made me think that I was in the wrong.

Jiang Chuan then went along with Patriarch Ziyun, the only way out among the sixty-four ways.

After walking three thousand steps, the fairy light under Jiangchuan's feet suddenly rose up and turned into a light gate hundreds of feet high.

The light gate is majestic and sacred, with feathers of light all over the sky falling from it, as if this is the legendary immortal gate, and one can ascend to heaven by stepping into it.

"Behind this light gate should be Kuntian Immortal Palace. I wonder what Kuntian Immortal Venerable's palace looks like?"

Out of curiosity, Jiangchuan took Old Ancestor Ziyun into the light gate.

"Divine Calculator, you are finally here!"

The next moment, a joyful voice came.

Jiang Chuan was startled, and suddenly there was only one thought left in his mind.

"I was found out for deceiving people by pretending to be a fortune teller?"

Jiang Chuan then realized: "No, I deceived Jiang Daode, Gong Suxin and others in the simulation. I have never deceived them in reality."

"Cangyuan, you haven't been locked up for long, how come your brain is broken?"

A contemptuous voice reached Jiangchuan's ears.

"Look carefully, this is not the divine fortune teller from the Chiming Realm, this is a small cultivator from the fourth realm of Buddhism."

Jiang Chuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw an extremely magnificent palace.

The palace is about a thousand feet high and extremely luxurious. It is shining with five-colored fairy light, like a star field lying in the dark universe, with streams of chaotic energy hanging from it.

Thousands of auspicious colors were swirling around, and fairy clouds filled the sky, hanging down from the void, making the already magnificent palace even more sacred.

It was as if a true immortal was standing here, his mighty power shocking the world and making people want to kowtow and worship him.

Through the auspicious colors and fairy mist, Jiangchuan looked at the plaque of the palace.

"Thirty-two Heavenly Palaces? Isn't this Kuntian Immortal Palace?"

"It has always been called the Thirty-Two Heavenly Palaces, but many people felt that it was a bit inappropriate, or even unlucky, so they called it Kuntian Immortal Palace."

A green bull standing in front of the closed gate of the palace answered Jiangchuan's question.

The green ox is more than two meters tall, with crescent-shaped horns and thick hair. It looks not much different from the bull monsters used by many sects for plowing.

Next to the green ox was a middle-aged man bound by iron chains.

The middle-aged man has a full forehead and his eyes are as dazzling as magic lamps, and you can vaguely see the scene of the disappearing stars.

He seemed as majestic as a god, but the bruises on his face and the fact that only his underpants were left on his body destroyed his majesty.

"Thirty-two Heavenly Palaces are unlucky?" Jiang Chuan looked a little strange.

The legendary thirty-three heavens of the fairyland are where the gods live.

The three highest heavens, Yu Yutian, Qingweitian and Taichitian, are so high that one is not even qualified to live there unless he is an Immortal King.

The Green Ox actually said that living in the 32nd Heaven, Qingwei Heaven, was unlucky. If it weren't for the Green Ox in front of him, he would have felt that it was not someone to be trifled with.

Jiang Chuan will definitely ask, have you gotten any Taiyin True Water into your head?
"You two little guys are quite lucky. You actually found the only way out of the Eight Extremes Eight Directions Golden Gate Life and Death Return Immortal Formation."

Qingniu stared at Jiangchuan and Ziyun Patriarch: "Now you have two choices. The first is to choose to leave Kuntian Immortal Mansion, and the second is to choose to try to enter Kuntian Immortal Mansion and obtain my master's inheritance and treasures."

"Gong Qing, it's fine if you schemed against me and the Divine Calculator, but why are you even plotting against a small cultivator from the Fourth Realm?"

The middle-aged man called Cang Yuan shouted, "You are the spirit of Kuntian Immortal Mansion, can you please have some shame?"

"How many spirit stones is that face thing worth?"

Gong Qing asked in return, "Besides, you sneaked into Kuntian Immortal Mansion with the Divine Calculator to steal my master's treasures and inheritance. How can I suppress you and say that it was a conspiracy?"

"The Divine Calculator has inherited the legacy of the Immortal Kuntian, and is considered the successor of the Immortal Kuntian. What's wrong with him coming to collect the treasure? Moreover, the Immortal Kuntian Key you mentioned has not been seen by anyone for hundreds of thousands of years. Who knows if it was made up by you?" Cangyuan said hatefully.

"As Gong Suxin said, the divine fortune teller from the Chiming Realm has obtained part of the inheritance of Kuntian Immortal Venerable and wants to plot against Kuntian Immortal Mansion."

Jiang Chuan recalled what Gong Suxin had said during the simulation. "It seems that the Divine Calculator and Cang Yuan came to Kuntian Immortal Mansion together to seek the inheritance and treasures of Kuntian Immortal Venerable. In the end, Cang Yuan was suppressed, and the Divine Calculator escaped."

"It's true that the Divine Calculator inherited the Master's legacy, but he only received a portion of it. In mortal terms, he's at best a bastard."

Gong Qing looked disdainful and said, "Have you ever seen a prince leave his wealth and title to a bastard?"

"My father!"

Cang Yuan replied, "Didn't my father leave the Taihong Sect Leader to me, his bastard son?"

Gong Qing: “.”

You're contradicting me, right?

Do you really think that I, an old cow, can no longer lift a knife?
Jiang Chuan secretly gave the middle-aged man a thumbs up.

Even though he's already a prisoner, he's still so stubborn. He's worthy of being the leader of the Taihong Sect!
"In that case, senior, let's choose the first option and leave Kuntian Immortal Mansion." Jiang Chuan was ready to slip away.

Patriarch Ziyun nodded.

"You can go, but you have to promise me one thing." Gong Qing looked at the man and the cat.

"what's up?"

"Let's go to Taihong Sect."

Jiang Chuan swallowed his saliva and said, "Senior Gong Qing, are you sure that if we take the head of this senior leader to the Taihong Sect, the Taihong Sect will let us leave alive?"

Gong Qing:???

When did I say I wanted to kill Cangyuan?
Gong Qing shook his head: "I don't want to kill Cang Yuan."

"That means putting Senior Cangyuan's soul into the golden lamp and refining it day and night, making him suffer terribly."

Jiang Chuan paused and continued, "Then, through the mouth of the Taihong Sect, tell the world the consequences of plotting to obtain the treasure inherited by Kuntian Immortal Venerable."

Gong Qing: “.”

No, what’s wrong with Buddhism now?
Why would someone kill someone and refine their soul just because they disagree with something?
Could it be that the path of evil has been swallowed up by the path of Buddhism?

"Don't let your imagination run wild. I just want you to tell Taihong Sect a message. Tell them that Cangyuan is in my hands. If you want to rescue your leader, you can give me treasures in exchange."

Jiangchuan: "."

So, after all this time, you just want to ask Taihong Sect for a ransom?
"If that's the case, I can agree. May I know where the Taihong Sect is?"

"Flying Immortal Land."

"Senior, you might as well let me find a cliff to jump off."

"."

Jiang Chuan felt that the green bull in front of him was really making things difficult for him.

Feixian Land is located deep in the universe, dozens of galaxies away from the Qingyuan Realm.

He was just a cultivator of the fourth realm. It was no exaggeration to say that crossing the starry sky to reach the immortal land was as difficult as ascending to heaven!

Not to mention the monsters and demons wandering in the starry sky.

With his level of cultivation, if he really enters the starry sky, it would not only be certain death, but it would basically be like hanging himself.

"I'm not asking you to take the risk and go to Taihong Sect now. It's not too late to go when you reach the seventh level." Gong Qing explained.

"It will take me at least several decades to cultivate to the seventh level. During this time, the Taihong Sect should have come to find me, right?" Jiang Chuan asked.

Cang Yuan replied, "I usually leave the affairs of the sect to the elders and then go out to travel. I often disappear for seven or eight generations, even decades, and the elders never notice."

Jiangchuan: "."

So, you, the leader of Taihong Sect, are actually just a hands-off boss?

The elders of Taihong Sect are so unlucky to have a leader like you!
"In that case, I can agree to it."

Jiang Chuan clasped his hands together and said, "However, my two elders, I am not strong enough. This journey is full of dangers. Could you please grant me some treasures and magical powers to protect me?"

"You are the first one who dares to ask me, Gong Qing, for benefits." Gong Qing stared at Jiang Chuan.

"Why do you want to break the rule left by Immortal Master Kuntian that if someone escapes, he will be given a way out and let him go? Are you going to attack this little monk?" Cangyuan asked.

"How could I break the master's rules? Well, since you are helping me get the treasure, I will agree to your request."

As Gong Qing opened his mouth, a crack suddenly appeared in the air in front of him.

One after another, glittering magic weapons and treasures fell from the sky in front of Jiang Chuan and Ancestor Ziyun.

"These are the magical treasures given to me by the monks who died in the immortal formation. You can choose two from them."

Jiangchuan: "."

Is it true that only the other party does not refute and I have all the right to interpret?
"Wow! So many treasures!"

Ancestor Ziyun's big eyes were full of surprise.

"This is the fragment of a top-grade Daoist artifact. This is a relic. Judging from its quality, it's at least the remains of an eighth-level cultivator who passed away. This one even has Dao bones!"

While ancestor Ziyun exclaimed, he pounced directly on a white hand bone.

The hand bones are as white as jade, without the eerie feeling of ordinary bones, but instead give people a sense of sacredness.

Strands of Dao principles, like golden threads or swimming earthworms, were wrapped around the bones of the hands.

“Is this the Dao bone?”

Jiang Chuan stared at the hand bones without blinking.

(End of this chapter)