Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times-Chapter 458 - 182: Then you really like to correct people._3

Chapter 458: Chapter 182: Then you really like to correct people._3

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Just within 24 hours, his Cultivation had soared from the second layer of Golden Core to the ninth layer. He had intended to rush towards the Great Perfection of the Golden Core Peak but now it seemed he couldn’t hold on any longer.

He was just one breath short.

Originally, if Black Dragon hadn’t stopped him, he felt he could have clenched his teeth and continued, but Black Dragon’s interruption caused the tightly wound breath within him to collapse.

Once that breath was gone, he instantly felt he couldn’t carry on.

Under the blessing of numerous Divinity Transformation mother dragons and “Heavenly Destiny Dual Cultivation”, his Cultivation skyrocketed like a rocket. This speed of cultivation was even faster than what Brother Qiu had experienced in his day, not to mention Brother Qiu had never cultivated this quickly even at the Golden Core stage.

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Forget Brother Qiu.

Probably no one on the Xuantian Continent had ever advanced so rapidly.

To go from the initial stage of the Golden Core to the Golden Core Peak in a single day.

To achieve this, two incredibly harsh conditions needed to be met.

First was the Purple “Heavenly Destiny Dual Cultivation” entry that could enhance Dual Cultivation speed by nine times. Although stringent, he was positive there must be a second person on the Xuantian Continent with it; it couldn’t possibly be Fat Long’s exclusive entry.

Having completed this step, one could move on to the next.

Find dozens of females whether they be Divinity Transformation mother dragons, women, or female demons who are willing to Dual Cultivate with you voluntarily. This condition virtually halted everyone in their tracks, only possible within the Dragon Clan.

Despite their decline, the Dragon Clan still possessed their dignity.

They certainly wouldn’t allow just anyone to engage in Dual Cultivation with a female dragon of their clan.

“Almost at Nascent Soul, huh…”

Despite being in extremely poor physical condition, Fat Long’s spirits were quite high. Turning his head to look towards Brother Qiu, who was sitting cross-legged at the highest peak of the island, cultivating, he too was on the brink of Nascent Soul. Once his progression reached Great Perfection, he would seek Brother Qiu for the Nascent Soul body, and then prepare for Nascent Soul cultivation.

Finally…

He had caught up with the main force. All the disciples were at Nascent Soul, and being stuck at Golden Core as an elder felt very embarrassing.

Unlike the scholar, who was still at Golden Core.

Still short… just a bit short, heh…

In a daze, Fat Long only felt the world spinning before he fell backwards and collapsed heavily onto the ground.

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“It’s nothing serious.”

The scholar, who had been strolling by the seaside and was called back by Black Dragon, sighed and shook his head after checking Fat Long’s condition: “He’s just tired and a bit drained. Let him sleep here for a while, and he should be fine.”

“He should be mostly recovered when he wakes up.”

The scholar then looked down at Fat Long with a complicated expression. To be honest, he was truly envious. If he could break through to Golden Core Peak within a day, he’d be willing to engage with the mother dragons too.

But the Dragon Clan wouldn’t allow it.

Even if they did, it wouldn’t help him.

He was a Sword Cultivator, not a Dual Cultivator.

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In Da Xia Country, just outside the Capital’s execution ground.

A young man, kneeling on the execution platform and about to be beheaded, shouted in terror: “I was wrong, I was wrong!”

“I admit that the poem ‘Proudly I tread on the soft green grass, riding swiftly, one whole day I see all the flowers in Chang An’ wasn’t written by me!”

“I didn’t expect someone would copy it before me, no, I didn’t expect copying it would get discovered by you.”

“Though I sinned, the crime surely doesn’t deserve beheading, right?”

“Hmm…”

The Flying Fish City Lord, sitting on the high platform, after seeing the young servant’s admission of guilt, contemplated for a moment before waving his hand.

“Enough, your life will be spared. Take him away, administer ten heavy strikes, and lock him in the dungeon for a month to reflect.”

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“Copying the State Preceptor’s poems and flaunting them shamelessly on the ‘Flower Boat’ is truly seeking death.”

“But considering your acknowledgment and fairly good attitude, your life is spared.”

“Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord!”

The young man, with eyes brimming with tears of relief, knelt on the ground weeping bitterly. He didn’t understand what had happened. The poetry from his previous life, why it existed in this life.

But he knew he had, at least, come away with his life.

This world seemed so chaotic.

He said it was odd – while he was passionately reciting poetry with full emotion on the Flower Boat, the strange looks from others made him think it was his splendid poetry that astonished everyone.

He had already imagined the subsequent plot in his mind.

Some fool would suddenly come forward, disputing him, claiming it was impossible for such fantastic poetry to be his creation, challenging him on the spot to create another one. Then he would instantly produce another sensational verse from his previous life, stunning everyone!

This would leave the fool in disbelief while also capturing the hearts of many young ladies and earning an admiring glance from a certain distinguished figure, who would say something like, “This young man is truly talented…”

What a perfect storyline!

How it had turned into the present situation…

After he finished reciting the poem, the place went dead silent, and then he was immediately arrested with no regard for trial, and was almost executed on the spot.

Why?! Why?!

The young man knelt on the execution platform, his eyes red with grievance. In the novels of his former life, the protagonists who transmigrated did just that – using poetry to connect with influential figures, then with their support, they rose swiftly to greatness. And here he was, almost going straight down to the underworld.

Why did the poetry from his former life appear in this world?

Could there be other transmigrators?

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“Where has he gone?”

In Great Yuan City, a woman in white clothes sat bored in a tea house, a small fox resting on her shoulder.

She was a True Disciple of Myraid Beast Sect, deeply admiring Chen Qiu. She had traveled to Quzhou especially hoping to witness Chen Qiu’s elegance first-hand, while also secretly fantasizing… perhaps something romantic could happen.