I have Immortality In The Cultivation World-Chapter 620 - 458: Dominating Thousands of Miles

The seventeenth year of Taichang.

Spring.

The Emperor was driven mad, dancing frenziedly for three days and nights before dying.

A new sovereign ascended the throne, inaugurating the reign named Pingkang.

Emperor Pingkang was just three years old, with his birth mother, the Empress Dowager, regenting, and Zhou Ping’an raised to the position of Grand Secretary.

The following year.

Zhou Ping’an was further promoted to Grand Preceptor.

...

Prajna Temple.

An ancient temple in the Western Regions, with a heritage spanning a thousand years.

It was the day of Buddha’s birth.

Thousands of devotees braved mountains and rivers to pay homage, including princes and nobles from neighboring small countries.

The temple was decked with streamers, banners, and prayer flags, and most importantly, the Merit Box; big-bellied monks wove through the crowds, peddling magic artifacts blessed by high monks.

Devotees, who would usually split a coin in half to spend, did not hesitate to hand over all their possessions for the blessing of the Bodhisattva.

In the devout belief of the faithful, spiritual tranquility was valued more than a full belly.

At this moment.

Several high monks, having attained Enlightenment, sat in meditation on a cloud platform expounding the Dharma, captivating the audience as though they were intoxicated.

As the discourse reached a climax, a high monk suddenly stood up, waving his fists as if the verbal debate was about to escalate into a physical confrontation; then suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Looking down, he saw a fist-sized hole extending from his front to his back.

The high monk fell from the cloud platform, blood splattering everywhere, causing the devotees to scream in terror and scatter in all directions.

The head martial monk looked up to see a young man in gray standing atop the temple roof, his hands pressed together in prayer, loudly chanting a Buddhist mantra.

"Amitabha! Where have you come from, benefactor?"

"Heeheehee..."

Zhou Yi laughed strangely, hands clasped behind his back, standing atop the glazed roof and looking down at the monks, his voice deep and thunderous; his very words betrayed his identity.

"I heard an old friend was here meditating, and I’ve come to visit, to settle our debts!"

"An eunuch..."

The head monk’s face shifted subtly in color as he guessed the identity of the newcomer. He signaled to the monks behind him with a glance to inform the patriarch to flee through the back chambers, then rose and bowed, hoping to detain the visitor.

"May I ask if this is the Supervisor himself present?"

Swish!

A flash of Sword Qi whizzed by, cutting the messenger monk in half at the waist, his organs spilling out and making the serene cloud platform gruesome and eerie.

Seeing this maneuver, the head monk confirmed that this man was none other than the Supervisor of the Eastern Depot. His expression cycled through shades of red and white as he struggled to contain his anger and said in a stern voice.

"Even if the Supervisor is unrivaled under the heavens, before your True Qi is expended, you may not be able to kill all the monks in this temple!"

As his words fell.

Hundreds of martial monks emerged from their living quarters, armed with monk’s spades and staffs, forming battle formations to encircle Zhou Yi.

"No matter how many ants there are, they are still just ants!"

Zhou Yi’s fingers twinkled rapidly, unleashing dozens of Sword Qi strikes, causing martial monks to collapse in droves, each with pierced hearts and severed necks, devoid of life.

Two elderly monks, each wielding a Demon-Subduing Pestle weighing over a hundred pounds, leaped up and smashed down, the crashing sound of their blunt instruments like thunder, easily shattering rocks with their massive force.

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"Die!"

Zhou Yi spoke not loudly, but his voice easily reached everyone’s ears. He blinked, and two streaks of Sword Qi shot out, slicing both the elderly monks and their Demon-Subduing Pestles in half.

The head monk’s face was a picture of horror; such martial skill was indistinguishable from that of gods and demons.

Just as he was about to urge the monks to continue their assault, a deep and aged Buddhist chant echoed, drowning out the clamor and shouts around them.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

The Vajra Immortal emerged from the crowd, stepping over severed limbs and remnants, his bare feet stained with blood: "It’s been many years, Supervisor. You remain youthful; truly, you are the envy of this old monk."

"You bald thief, you’ve got some nerve."

Zhou Yi said coldly, "Unlike that rascal Ben Xin, who just watched as our family slaughtered everyone in the Heavenly Wolf Temple, too scared to come out and catch up, until we had to drag him out ourselves!"

Vajra Immortal sighed, "Back then, greedy thoughts arose in this poor monk’s mind, leading to a grave error. Today, I will submit to whatever punishment Your Excellency sees fit. I only beg for the sparing of the other monks in the temple."

"Sure, sure, we are not indiscriminate killers."

Despite saying this, Zhou Yi was exceedingly ruthless. He struck the old monk on the cloud platform repeatedly, unleashing True Qi that pierced through the monk’s chest. The monk died in the same manner as the previous ones.

Vajra Immortal waved his hand to soothe the group of monks, his face showing pity as he watched his disciple die.

Following the list, Zhou Yi annihilated Vajra Immortal’s lineage. There was no need to discuss his savagery; such was the nature of the Grand Secretary – killing people as normally as one would eat or drink.

Anyone who dared to oppose the Grand Secretary could expect the extermination of their Nine Clans at the very least. This would also implicate their disciples and friends.

"You thieving baldy, I have a doubt that you’ll solve for me first, then I’ll spare the others."

Vajra Immortal showed no sorrow on his face. Worldly affairs were like a furnace and a millstone; his disciples heading to the Land of Ultimate Bliss to worship Buddha early would spare them much worldly suffering. He bowed deeply in response.

"Please ask, Your Excellency. This monk will withhold nothing."

"I have traversed thousands of miles, from the southeast to the northwest, exterminating the Nine Clans of my enemies, and I’ve discovered something strange."

Zhou Yi asked, "The tombs of Qing Yang, the Holy Maiden, and the True Spirit... In all three, their clothes remained but their bodies were gone. I investigated carefully, and they are indeed dead…"

Since Emperor Pingkang’s ascension to the throne, Zhou Ping’an wielded absolute power, deploying soldiers and spies to scour the lands.

Three years passed, and his spies had found all his enemies’ whereabouts. Zhou Yi paid each of them a visit in turn, reaping a harvest of severed heads.

As the news spread, those who once coveted immortality were now laying down their banners and hiding in the shadows. Even secret Buddhist and Daoist sects spread rumors, saying that the Grand Secretary was a reincarnation of the gods, opportunely attracting followers.

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Vajra Immortal furrowed his brow, pondering for a long moment before saying, "It may have something to do with the Cultivation Technique passed on by Eunuch Lu, a cruel method that solidifies the soul to extend life by transforming into a ghost."

Zhou Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly; it was Eunuch Lu’s dealings once again.

"You thieving baldy, seeing as your life won’t last much longer, why not convert to the Ghost Path?"

"Namo Amitabha!"

Vajra Immortal chanted the Buddha’s name, bringing his hands together, "That technique originated from the White Lotus Sect and is fundamentally at odds with our Buddhist teachings. I would rather die and let my path vanish than fall into the wicked Ghost Path!"

"I shall accompany the monk on his final journey."

Zhou Yi had some admiration for Vajra Immortal. If not for his own lack of longevity, he would have transformed into a fierce ghost in search of extended life, despite his suspicion that Eunuch Lu’s technique was a trap.

He waved his hand, releasing more than ten streaks of Sword Qi, slicing Vajra Immortal to pieces.

Admiration or not, it wouldn’t delay his vengeance!

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The seventh year of Pingkang.

Jiangnan.

Si Shui City.

Fine drops of rain fell, splashing upon the stone streets and causing ripples.

Tap, tap, tap...

The sound of steady footsteps came through the rain, as Zhou Yi arrived outside Zhang’s ironworks, staring at the lively flames for a long while without speaking.

The old blacksmith, bent and hunched, gripped his hammer with veins bulging, as if he were a fierce beast about to lash out at any moment.

"Eunuch Hai, I’d advise you not to make any sudden moves."

Zhou Yi said with a beaming smile, "Your five sons, thirteen grandsons, and grandsons-in-law are all under the control of the Eastern Depot. Even those three concubines you hid away in Yecheng and Lucheng have been invited for tea by the pacification commissioners!"

The old blacksmith, who was Eunuch Hai, had changed his name and disguised himself as an ordinary citizen, evading the Imperial Court’s search for many years.

Upon hearing that his entire family had fallen into the hands of the Imperial Court, Eunuch Hai’s spirit deflated instantly. The Martial Arts Grandmaster, who once brazenly dominated the world, lost nearly all his strength once burdened with familial ties.

Eunuch Hai, puzzled, said, "After I left the White Lotus Sect, I have been extremely cautious, not showing even a trace of martial arts. Where did I reveal a flaw?"

Zhou Yi replied, "Your good-for-nothing grandson is addicted to gambling and stole family jewelry to pawn it. Little did he know that it belonged to the palace, catching the attention of the pacification commissioners."

Eunuch Hai had an affair with the late empress and even fathered a child with her. After the palace coup, they both fled the palace, so a few royal accessories being in their possession was no surprise.

Following the clues, the pacification commissioners eventually picked Eunuch Hai out from the endless sea of people.

Eunuch Hai pleaded, "Your Excellency can take my life, but I beg you to spare my family."

"I’ve always been one to eradicate the roots when I settle scores. However..."

Zhou Yi’s tone changed, revealing a radiant yet cruel smile.

"If Eunuch Hai hands over the secret technique to turn extreme Yin into Yang, I might let one of your children or grandchildren go. Think carefully about which one you favor the most. The rest will join you in the underworld to reunite!"