Exploring Immortality Cultivation-Chapter 170 - 132 What Did You Do on New Year’s Eve?

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"No way,"

Wang Qi decisively rejected Zhen Chan’s suggestion.

"I knew it; you would never let someone familiar see what you were really doing that night." Zhen Chan chuckled softly, not annoyed, "That’s why you won’t seal the ring. In this world, only I know of the disgrace you suffered that night."

Wang Qi rubbed his nose, "That’s why every New Year’s Eve, I make sure to take this damned ring off and bury it."

The elder chuckled happily, speaking in a tone similar to someone talking to a younger acquaintance, "I am fundamentally of the Mahayana Realm, and even if only a Residual Soul remains, my Spiritual Sense can naturally penetrate through the soil."

"I bury it outside the village... "

"Not far enough," Zhen Chan said, "Of course, this year you’ve grown more skilled, so when the time comes, you can throw me onto Xin Mountain and head down the mountain alone."

Seeing Wang Qi remain silent, Zhen Chan also said nothing. The elder and the younger sat in silence, watching the sun sink on the horizon.

When the horizon was about to unsatisfyingly swallow the last ray of sunlight, Wang Qi finally spoke, "Old man, do you know what it feels like to make a mistake?"

"Having lived for more than ten thousand years, I’ve made countless mistakes."

Wang Qi inquired, "Are there mistakes so serious they can’t be mended?"

"If there weren’t, why would I end up inside this ring?"

"And what if this mistake should not have been made in the first place?"

Zhen Chan said, "All mistakes should not be made."

Wang Qi muttered, "When you reflect on that mistake, do you wish for others to see?"

Zhen Chan seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he did not speak.

"My mother died in childbirth, and I failed her."

"Yet, at the beginning, I didn’t feel that way; instead, I felt she had let me down."

"I was different from the others since childhood; regarded as a madman and a freak, my father died of sorrow."

"It was before my father’s funeral that I realized he was my dad."

Every sentence Wang Qi uttered was paused for a long while, as if each carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

He was a transmigrator who couldn’t accept the fact of his transmigration.

For a long period, he was in a state of madness. By the time he realized he also had relatives in this life, the Wang Family of Dabai Village was almost gone.

"I owe the Wang Family, so ’Wang Qi’ must become famous and bring glory to my ancestors. Not me, but the ’Wang Family’s Wang Qi’ must do so."

"Wang Qi" must live a splendid life, which is why as a youth, he loved to show off and slap faces more than anyone, performing miracles before others.

"My grandfather told me when he died that he hoped I would live a happier life."

"Wang Qi" must be happy, so he always entertained himself with jokes from his past life in his mind.

After saying all that, Wang Qi slowly exhaled, "But, what do all these things mean to my grandfather and parents? It’s merely self-consolation. Yet now, I can’t even stop consoling myself."

"Self-pleasure is indeed addictive."

Wang Qi fell silent. This silence bore a completely different significance than before.

He asked, "After ten thousand years, have you finally run out of integrity?"

"Your fault."

"F*ck, you’ve even learned to say that!?"

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Zhen Chan asked, "When you show off in front of others, do you feel happy?"

Wang Qi frowned, "What do you mean?"

"You’re indeed masturbating, but the pleasure that comes with masturbating is real."

"...Be serious."

"Kid, in my eyes, you’re just being stubborn," Zhen Chan said seriously, "You might have forced yourself to ’shine brightly’ at first, but you never felt that there was anything wrong with it—don’t forget, this ’brilliance’ was also your own choice. You might have felt at the beginning that it was unnatural, but over time, that ’brilliance’ became your current temperament!"

"I’m not sure what your current Heart Demon is exactly," continued Zhen Chan, "but I can at least see one layer—’Am I currently troubled by obsession, do I actually want this?’"

"I could answer that question for you. Everything you do comes from genuine—happiness. Especially your ideal of Seeking Truth in the Great Dao, which is truly sincere and has nothing to do with the obsessions in your heart! This idea of yours is nothing but overthinking!"

Wang Qi wanted to retort, but when he opened his mouth, he found he could say nothing and simply asked, "If I live for myself—how am I to repay my debts?"

"You said it yourself, ’just to pass the time.’ You know very well that you couldn’t pay it back no matter what," Zhen Chan huffed, "The real solution is to live a happy life."

Wang Qi pounded the ground heavily with his right hand, then released it weakly, "You said it, it’s easy to know but hard to do, don’t I know that all too well?"

Suddenly, Zhen Chan asked an unrelated question, "Ten thousand years ago, Jiongli was called Dragon Horse, correct?"

In Jiongli, there used to be legends of Heavenly Horses descending to earth, hence the place names often related to horses.

After receiving a certain answer, Zhen Chan said, "Follow me to a place."

With that, he dispersed his Divine Thought to guide Wang Qi’s direction.

Times have changed, and Jiongli is now one of the nine main branches of the Immortal Alliance. How could they allow an Ancient Method Practitioner to carelessly release their Spiritual Sense? In a flash, three groups of Security Guardians came flying towards them on their Escape Light!

Wang Qi felt incredibly awkward. Facing fellow practitioners who looked unfriendly, he quickly raised his Immortal Record Pendant and shouted, "I’m a law-abiding holder of an Ancient Cultivator’s Soul! I have proof!"

The Immortal Record Pendant could connect to the Ten Thousand Immortals Illusion Realm and pull up the holder’s profile. This profile included the "Dangerous Ancient Cultivator Magic Artifact Possession Permit."

After checking Wang Qi’s Immortal Record Pendant, the Security Guardians lightly scolded him, telling him to keep a close eye on his Ancient Cultivator’s Soul and not to recklessly release Spiritual Sense and disrupt the rules, to which Wang Qi nodded in agreement.

After Hu Jianhao left, Wang Qi complained to Zhen Chan, "What the hell are you doing?"

Zhen Chan didn’t answer, but instead sent Wang Qi a direction directly into his mind, indicating he should go that way.

Even though Wang Qi didn’t understand, he still got up and began to use his movement technique.

His dormant mana suddenly started circulating, and the surging sensation surprised even Wang Qi himself.

The Heavenly Calculation Atlas was indeed extraordinary!

Supported by strong mana, Wang Qi flew to a cliffside.

Zhen Chan still didn’t explain why he guided Wang Qi here, just passed him a few Finger Techniques and told him to practice them here.

The Finger Techniques weren’t complicated and carried the style of the Luofu Xuanqing Palace. Wang Qi had practiced the Da Luo Chaos Heaven Scripture when he first entered the Immortal Dao, so he was familiar with it. He executed the Hand Mnemonics in the prescribed order.

Suddenly, a strange rock behind Wang Qi radiated a bright glow!

Zhen Chan’s voice sounded a bit frustrated: "Alright, after more than ten thousand years, the landscape has changed too much."

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This section is probably a bit dull. I guess I’m being a bit willful here—I hope to write ’Wang Qi’ well.

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