Cultivation : I'm an Ancient Giant Bear-Chapter 366 - 345: Failing to Find Immortals
"The Snake Emperor has four daughters in total, and now two are alive. One is my aunt, whom you know as She Shoujiu, and the other is the mother of Shen Wu and Shenxiu, my third aunt, a Super First Grade Great Demon, one of the main forces in this jailbreak."
"That’s why I call Shen Wu my cousin and Shenxiu my cousin as well. You know them both, but they’re not here now, otherwise, I wouldn’t be wasting so much breath with you."
"In any case, after we broke out, Elder Nine-tails contacted the Vermilion Bird Immortal Alliance to guide us. Those who escaped within a single incense stick’s time mostly made it to the Vermilion Bird Immortal Alliance. The rest had to leave it to fate, like you. We’ve worried about you all these years, but I always believed you were still alive. Ha, ha, ha, turns out I was right."
"By the way, we’re now at the Vermilion Bird Immortal Alliance, protected by three Demon Immortals. We’ve already sworn to fight for the Vermilion Bird Immortal Alliance."
"I know you probably still don’t believe it, but that’s okay. For the past decade or so, we’ve been trying to contact you, but it’s really been difficult. And if the Jade Cauldron Immortal Alliance and the Vermilion Bird Immortal Alliance ever go to war, we may not have another chance to contact you. So, our only advice to you is to survive, find a way to stay alive. If you ever get the chance to come to the Vermilion Bird Immortal Alliance, you’ll see us again, though maybe not all of us, because, you know, being dependent on others, humans, demons, monsters, and spirits have all come together to form the Great Wilderness Sin Prison Corps, almost like the Seek Death Camp..."
"Oh, almost forgot the most important thing, the world outside, the war is no longer limited to just races. The Jade Cauldron Immortal Alliance doesn’t represent the Human Race, and the Vermilion Bird Immortal Alliance doesn’t represent the Demon Race. It’s too complicated to explain now, leave it at that. Come on, everyone, say hello in turn."
Five Poison laughed heartily and stepped aside. In the next instant, Yue Mountain’s figure appeared at the Snake Guard Mark’s end. He wanted to say something but in the end, he simply transformed into a bear.
Nothing is more convincing than that.
"I am truly your uncle. Try hard to survive, I’ll look after your wives and concubines here, no need to worry."
The next second, She Shoujiu flashed over, this time, her hair was completely white, only the smile remained unchanged. She looked at Wang Wu for a long time before softly saying, "The past is the past. What’s important is now and the future. You must live! When you come back, great-grandmother will find you a couple of concubines as compensation, alright?"
Wang Wu twitched a corner of his mouth, I don’t believe a word of your nonsense!
"Ha ha! Now that’s more like it!" She Shoujiu laughed eerily, then pinched a seal again, enlarging the Snake Guard Mark, and instantly, dozens of figures appeared on it. But suddenly, she became serious, "I’m going to destroy the Snake Guard Mark on this side. You should erase it on your end too. There are Immortals in this outside world, so be extra cautious, remember, remember!"
With a swipe, the Snake Guard Mark was interrupted.
Wang Wu was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly erased the Snake Guard Mark. He stood dumbfounded in the river for several minutes before sighing slowly. He surprisingly didn’t care whether it was true or not.
He didn’t know if it was because he’d been lonely outside for too long or what, but faced with that absurd scene earlier, ha, ha, ha!
Five Poison is actually Lu Wuchen’s son, whose mother is the Snake Emperor’s daughter, and She Shoujiu is the Snake Emperor’s fourth daughter.
Yue Mountain is his uncle.
Could this get any crazier?
But, seeing General Xuelang, seeing She Shoujiu, seeing Ah Qing, seeing Madam Yu, his heart was genuinely warm.
Even if it was an Illusion Realm.
Of course, maybe it wasn’t an Illusion Realm, and the Four Clowns wanted to speak again, but this time Wang Wu didn’t need them.
He just wanted to savor this warmth a little longer.
After a few minutes, Wang Wu let all his emotions be swept away by the wind, and then he drifted downstream along the river. Now he didn’t have the luxury to consider whether that was true or false. What he needed was a safe haven, or more importantly, a legitimate identity.
Liu Zongbai said cultivators can see the Gray Mist, but he couldn’t; he couldn’t even perceive where the Spirit Mist Zone was. This was either because Liu Zongbai’s journal was complete nonsense, or he lacked certain identity verification.
In any case, he had to be more careful from now on.
The great river flowed on, irrigating both banks. Occasionally, a mortal town or village appeared at the riverbank.
There were also occasional fishing boats on the river.
The river was full of fish and shrimp, quite delicious, but none of them were demons, not even a Ninth Grade Little Demon.
On the shore stood towering mountains, lush vegetation, abundant wildlife, and every now and then, you could even spot a white tiger with hanging eyes, but none were demons.
Nor was there any Spirit Grass or Spirit Medicine; the world’s control over Spiritual Qi was frighteningly precise.
Yes, Wang Wu was sure, more and more certain, that this wasn’t the appearance of Spiritual Qi depletion in the End of the Dharma Era. It was that the Spiritual Qi was being intercepted.
If at least ninety percent of the content in Liu Zongbai’s journal is true, then this area is definitely the Gray Mist Zone.
But why it was divided into a Gray Mist Zone, he didn’t know.
Possibly related to resource consumption.
Wang Wu drifted two thousand miles downriver, and all he saw was like this, eventually, he went ashore, transforming into a fisherman he’d seen a while ago, actually fishing out a few fresh fish from the river, to sell them in a town.
Just in case, he even prepared a dozen backup plans, but ended up not needing any of them.
He entered the town quite smoothly, sold the fresh fish quite smoothly, received a hundred wen, and even sat down by a roadside tea stand, bought two biscuits and a bowl of tea, lingering until evening. Then he changed faces again and went to the brothel, restaurant, inn, pharmacy. Over the next few days, he thoroughly explored the entire town but didn’t encounter anything supernatural.
They were all ordinary people, all regular folks, working at sunrise, resting at sunset.
The streets had bullies who dominated the market, unscrupulous merchants, petty thieves and beggars, there were young masters, business vendors, and shop owners with small operations, and merchants who had traveled far and wide, there were security bureaus, and government offices.
In the world of ordinary people, this world is not peaceful. Mountains are beset by bandits, rivers by pirates, and taxes are high. The emperor has ruled for eighty years, and many old affairs from the previous dynasty remain.
The storytellers in taverns occasionally tell tales of mountain spirits and stone monsters, but mostly their stories are incomprehensible. Cultivating immortality?
Sorry, there’s no such foundation.
Right, no one knows about cultivation, no one knows about Qi refiners. It’s as if the concept never existed.
Moreover, during the last massive prison escape, countless demons and cultivators broke free, yet inexplicably not a trace was left, with barely any witnesses.
Wang Wu thinks this instead proves that the methods of that Jade Cauldron Immortal Alliance are powerful, showing that they do not neglect mortals, but rather they forbid becoming spirits...
Mortals should remain as mortals, dreaming futilely of cultivating and ascending to immortality every day. If mortals take all the jobs and dreams, what becomes of us cultivators, us immortals?
Just stay grounded, reproduce, and wait until conditions are right to be selected and sent upward to become beasts of burden.
Wang Wu understood.
So he stayed, waiting quietly in this remote town. Actively looking for cultivators in the outside world would yield nothing, but as long as cultivators need a constant supply of new labor, they will open the Gray Mist Zone periodically.
That is his opportunity.
This wait lasted ten years, as the elderly in the town passed away one by one, and newborns gradually grew up, only time remained unchanged.
But Wang Wu finally waited.
However, it was not any miraculous intervention or celestial sign, only officials sent by the court, under the guise of a national talent selection, seeking boys and girls aged ten to eighteen. The fanfare was great, the disturbance significant, but of the town’s over a thousand qualified youths, only two were ultimately selected, one boy and one girl.
Wang Wu thought to blend in with the confusion but found he had no chance.
Because he didn’t expect that the two selected youths were not the ones he had singled out as the most qualified.
This was very strange.
And these two selected youths were taken away straight to the next town, meaning this selection would continue for a long time across a great distance, ultimately sending them collectively into the Spirit Mist Zone?
Wang Wu attempted to follow from afar, but to his near despair, the group vanished into thin air around a mountain base, disappearing without him sensing anything.
Undoubtedly, some incomprehensible force was at work.
Wang Wu returned to the river, somewhat dejected, and found many large fish migrating upstream.
Initially, he paid no mind, but soon noticed that not only female fish were migrating, not for spawning, but with great excitement. On closer inspection, all were ten-year-old fish.
After deliberation, Wang Wu activated the Five Elements Spirit Array, mobilized his Qi Blood, and using Earth Demon Transformation, transformed into a lively medium-sized fish, joining the upstream migration.
This time, after swimming less than five hundred miles upstream, Wang Wu finally discovered a clue. Up ahead, at a hidden sharp bend in the river, there appeared a faintly glowing underwater gate, into which all the big fish rushed eagerly.
Some fish disappeared after entering, while others were expelled, seemingly unqualified.
Wang Wu watched in amazement, and after a moment’s hesitation, gritted his teeth and rushed forward.
Because he was only sure of one thing, these seemingly vibrant mortal fish were of too poor quality, lacking sufficient Spiritual Qi nourishment. They were not edible even if offered to him.
So even if they entered the Spirit Mist Zone as food, they would surely need a period of cultivation.
They couldn’t be slaughtered immediately upon entry.
And this was his chance, for he couldn’t waste time idling in the Gray Mist Zone indefinitely.
"Woosh!"
As Wang Wu swam through the faint light gate, he immediately sensed at least twelve detection and perception sources sweep over him.
So strong!
But thanks to the Earth Demon transformation derived from the Five Elements Spirit Array, he ultimately withstood the test, smoothly passed through the light gate, and quickly found himself in the river again, but the Spiritual Qi concentration had risen by ten percent.
Initially, it was 10%, now it had become 20%!
Yet looking around, the environment showed no changes, the river remained the same, the landscapes on both shores identical, even the towns and villages were exactly the same.
At this moment, he heard a strange voice.
"Listen up, I’m Yu Ermu, a Water Army Captain under King of Xijiang, from now on, you’re under my command!"
"Now, you have ten years to cultivate, and after ten years, those who pass the cultivation will be assigned to the River Patrol Water Demon unit, those who don’t, sorry, will be eaten!"
