Symbiotic panel, I am cultivating immortality in the world of immortality

Chapter 312 The Monk's Purpose, Glazed Demonic Qi
Even Li Ye himself was a little confused.

He originally wanted to use the Jianmu Tian Ding he left behind to see exactly where it was.

As a result, his soul was instantly transferred to this place.

He saw that the Jianmu tree was growing vigorously here, surrounded by sacrificial items, and even a statue of a god—the statue was clearly his own face.

"You came."

A clear voice rang out.

Immediately afterwards, the long-browed monk who had been there earlier appeared before Li Ye with his hands clasped together.

This made Li Ye feel very uncomfortable.

His soul is here now!
If someone catches them, that would be quite troublesome.

"Hmm? Young friend, you seem to be in a very chaotic state of mind. Don't worry, you are a celestial being, and this humble monk will not harm you."

A smile appeared on the monk's face.

He pointed to the thriving Jianmu tree and laughed, "This Jianmu tree is quite different from any I've ever seen—why is it able to grow so freely here?"

Of course it's been enhanced with the light from the panel. Let alone the Hell Path, even if you threw it into the Chaotic Starfield, it would probably grow into a divine tree of a world in a few thousand years.

Li Ye thought this to himself, but showed no sign of it on the surface.

He even smiled slightly and said, "Don't you want to capture me? You should know that I consider myself somewhat important. If you can capture me, even Ancestor Chunhui will hesitate."

Maybe you can use this opportunity to run away.

—This is certainly true. Although the Four Seasons Sect will sacrifice itself when necessary, the problem is that Li Ye has exceeded the limit of what sacrifice can be made.

The monk shook his head: "After you discovered me, I lost all chances to escape. Besides, as the spirit within the painting, my true form is here, so how could I possibly escape?"

Whether he was genuinely carefree or had ulterior motives was unclear, Li Ye couldn't entirely rely on his kindness. He was already using his connection with his original body to shout for his master to save him.

The monk seemed unaware of what Li Ye was doing.

Just said:

"Young benefactor."

"Everything in the world has a price—your compassionate deity is no exception. With your intelligence, why don't you guess what His price is?"

"You just saw the celestial beings I've raised. How easy is it for a human to ascend to heaven? What price did they pay to gain such blessings?"

Li Ye simply leaned against the Jianmu tree.

"Unfortunately, I am too foolish to understand the mystery. Since you sincerely want to enlighten me, why not just tell me directly?"

Anyway, I'm just going to give up.

At worst, one can die once. If one's soul truly "dies," it will be transferred to the sect's soul lamp. This soul lamp technique was left behind by the sect's founding ancestor, and even the Heavenly Dao cannot stop it.

Even though he had already adopted this attitude, the monk showed no sign of anger at all; his kind eyes were even somewhat... excessively amiable.

"Ah, young benefactor."

“Your Four Seasons Sect clearly said that the process of seeking the Dao is more important than the result, yet you have this attitude. Fine, then I will tell you.”

The monk sat down not far from Li Ye.

He twirled his prayer beads and said softly:
"The source of Compassionate Power is a great vow, a thought left behind by a deity who was considered to be in the outer reaches of the starry sky when he was in the Upper Realm."

"And the blessings of these celestial beings are those of mortals who have long since turned into starving bones. They have endured suffering, and what remains of them is only blessings."

“I once had a discussion with a great Confucian scholar. He told me that all beings are not equal and that the blessings in the world are always limited. Some people have more than others. Do you agree?”

Li Ye frowned.

"What you're saying sounds just like those people who do nothing all day but complain about why fate doesn't favor them."

"But life is like seeking the Dao. If you don't move forward, how can you attain the Dao fruit? Tell me, at least in the current Dao Prosperity Realm, is it possible that even with all the hard work and suffering to seek the Dao, you can't even survive?"

The monk still wore a compassionate smile, gazing at the lush branches of the Jianmu tree in the distance, especially focusing on the smaller branches:

"But there will always be someone who suffers misery, won't there?"

"How can we ensure that all living beings can enjoy peace and tranquility?"

"Perhaps only a blessed land built on the foundation of heaven and man can achieve this."

Upon hearing this, Li Ye suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He suddenly understood what the other party meant—this was clearly about using those celestial beings as "building materials" to construct a celestial realm overflowing with their power, and then fairly distributing the blessings they received from the Heavenly Dao to everyone, thus achieving equality.

Even those created celestial beings are like this.

Wouldn't he, a true celestial being, be even more sought after?

"Don't panic." The monk looked at Li Ye with increasingly kind eyes. "It won't hurt much; it will just cause you to lose some of your good fortune."

“Even if you don’t come here, I still have a way—when we first met, I remembered your soul aura, and with the help of the Heavenly Dao, there will definitely be no problem.”

Young friend, you should be grateful for what I am doing for you now, allowing you to give back to this world. Countless people will benefit from you, and some may even build shrines in your honor and worship you.

His expression turned serious.

He began to recite some scriptures.

Li Ye recognized every single word of the scripture, but when they were put together, they made him feel dizzy and even as if something inside his body was leaving him.

—It was a faint golden halo.

It represents his luck and good fortune.

After leaving his body, the golden halos nourished the land at a visible speed, and in a short while, rice plants grew on the land that were almost as lush and tall as trees.

Li Ye discovered that no matter how he used his supernatural powers, he could not control the loss of his luck and blessings, but... he did not feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, he had an extremely pleasant and wonderful feeling.

Even his own cultivation level was increasing rapidly.

After the golden light faded, it was replaced by an influx of magical power.

Could it be that……

Is this considered farming?

It triggered the supernatural power he possessed when he was in his Golden Core stage, which allowed him to "become stronger by farming".

Moreover, he did not feel uncomfortable, or rather, after the golden halo dissipated, he felt that his soul had become more and more transparent.

So he wasn't flustered at all.

He only pretended to be furious on the surface, but in reality, he still had the mood to take a look at the rice growing under his blessings and merits in the distance.

The rice plants were as tall as trees, with wisps of mist swirling among their branches and leaves, enveloping the golden ears of rice and shining as brightly as the sun within the mist.

This gold is not a vulgar gold, but rather a rather luxurious, even dazzling, gold.

【Name】：Tianrenfu Rice
Mood: None

[Status]: This is a primordial spirit plant that requires special blessings and fortune between immortals and humans to grow. Depending on the level of blessings and fortune, the lifespan increase and blessings it brings will also vary.

Current lifespan increase: one thousand years.

The current blessings are: freedom from all illnesses and smooth sailing in all four seasons.

[Can be bound]: Human race recognized by Li Ye.

The monk seemed to notice Li Ye looking at the golden rice and said gently, "Young friend."

"Your blessings and fortune are so pure."

"Look, how many people can enjoy the blessings of this vast rice paddy, and live long and prosper in this world with you?"

Li Ye remained silent.

He always felt that the luck and blessings within him were inexhaustible, never diminishing—logically speaking, if luck and blessings were rapidly depleted, he would sense something else.

But the result was that there were no problems at all.

On the contrary, they became even more energetic.

He began to use his divine sense to examine himself, to see where all these endless blessings came from.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my soul, it was... the pain of sword energy.

The stinging pain made him instantly aware of a distant consciousness.

Wei Qingye's voice came from inside, ringing directly in his mind, without even the monk noticing.

"Great."

"you are still alive."

"I sensed that you were in danger, so I immediately went to find your sect's elders. Senior Chunhui is now infusing you with the Four Seasons Sect's fortune."

"See if you can use this fortune to influence where you are. Once we can pinpoint your location, Senior Jianmu can open a passage to bring you back!"

"You need to hurry, my spirit jade can't hold on any longer."

He just finished speaking.

Li Ye then felt the sword-shaped spiritual energy shatter instantly.

Wei Qingye, far away on Ruoquan Island, suddenly coughed up blood mixed with his internal organs, and his breath became extremely weak.

The mark on the Sword Spirit Jade was closely connected to him. If it suddenly shattered, even just a single mark would cause him great harm, and he might even fall from his cultivation level.

Sword cultivators are all fragile. Although he was a little more resilient, this kind of injury still caused him a lot of pain.

Fortunately, Daoist Chunhui waved his hand and released a halo of light.

The light shone directly on him, and his damaged internal organs and chaotic spiritual energy immediately returned to normal.

"Thank you, little friend."

While maintaining the imprint of the Sword Spirit Jade to transmit the fortune and blessings of the Four Seasons Sect, Daoist Chunhui praised:

"With a close friend like you, Xiao Yezi is quite lucky. After this matter is over, I will personally go to Jianshan to recommend you for credit."

"It seems that what you have learned is the Sword Bamboo Technique. After a while, go to the Tianlu Pool in our sect and soak in it. It should be able to condense a sword spirit."

After she finished speaking, she stared at the sword spirit jade, her heart far from being as calm as it appeared on the surface.

She even had some questions.

"Uncle-Master Jianmu, is this really feasible?"

—When she received the news and came here, Jianmu had already spoken with her, telling Chunhui that this was a rare opportunity for Li Ye.

If Li Ye can seize the opportunity, he can allow the Jianmu tree within his body to transcend its long infancy and enter adolescence, at which time the Jianmu tree will bring about tremendous changes.

The question is, will it really not affect Li Ye?

"To be honest, I don't know either."

Jianmu's voice echoed in her mind, "I just went to see Cihui, and he told me that this method might come from the upper realm, so I have asked the sect leader to inquire with the senior brothers and sisters in the upper realm."

But Xi Xuangui told me that this might be a rare opportunity for Li Ye.

Was it really what the Xi Xuan Turtle said?
That Xi Xuan Turtle was a descendant of the spirit beast raised by the elder brother of the great god who gifted the Five-Colored Stone to the Four Seasons Sect. Back then, the cultivators of Qiong Guan Mountain were so eager to snatch that Xi Xuan Turtle that they practically came to its door to steal it.

It can even predict events ten thousand years from now.

Even the Dao pattern "New Things Under the Sun and Moon" was obtained from its ancestors.

Then we really have no choice but to believe it.

only……

"Although the method of deduction has its wonders, we still need to be prepared. If all else fails... we should let that person go, at least to ensure that Li Ye's foundation and Dao heart are not affected."

Master Chunhui still had some concerns.

"It's natural."

"Don't worry, I have already sent a message to Qiu Ru."

"If something really happens, let him handle it."

Jianmu's voice sounded confident and composed.

Qiu Ru is one of the four Nascent Soul cultivators of the Four Seasons Sect, and is in charge of autumn. His power is almost the strongest among the four Nascent Soul cultivators, and he is even close to meeting the requirements for ascending to the upper realm.

Hearing this, Daoist Chunhui finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She had a past relationship with Su Xing's master, who was also Li Ye's grandmaster. Before his ascension, that person had done a lot for her; otherwise, with so many Nascent Soul cultivators, it would have been impossible for her to take the position of "Spring Radiance."

If the matter she was in charge of resulted in the "sacrifice" of his disciple's grand-disciple, then she would truly have no face to see him.

She slowly calmed down.

However, something unusual happened on Li Ye's side.

Li Ye gazed at the rice paddies in the distance, trying his best to communicate with the earth using various supernatural abilities that wouldn't attract the monks' attention, hoping to leave a mark so that the sect would discover him.

But in the end, he couldn't use his supernatural powers.

One of the glass beads on his wrist, which still retained its original color, had changed.

The bead suddenly emitted countless rays of crystal-clear light.

Then it exploded with a "bang".

What should have been a dazzling light turned into a dark, blood-tinged darkness, like the color of dried blood, exuding a nauseating demonic aura that greedily devoured the still-growing rice.

This scene finally made the monk lose his composure.

He waved his hand sharply, trying to suppress the demonic energy, but he had no way to stop it from spreading.

"What on earth is this?"

"Why do you possess such pure demonic energy?"

"You...you are you a demon from beyond the realm?"

Li Ye didn't know how to answer, because in his eyes, these red and black demonic energies on the surface actually carried a wisp of pure and ethereal immortal light deep within.

Even though he could clearly smell its stench, he couldn't help but want to get closer, and even wanted to throw himself into the embrace of the "demonic energy".

This is so strange.

In the end what happened?
Why did the Heavenly Dao and the treasures formed by his cultivation release demonic energy after they crumbled...?

(End of this chapter)