With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 220 - 215: Centennial_2

[Today, the patriarch of the Pei Family is your unfamiliar younger brother, Pei Wen, who has already become an old man with white hair. You faintly perceive your father’s shadow in him. The Pei Family’s disciples and apprentices are scattered throughout the Imperial Court, and under your arrangement, one or two have even joined the Sword Institute to become Sword Cultivators, a testament to your family’s influence.]

[Pei Wen honors you as a superior, though younger elders of the Pei Family do not understand, seeing you so youthful in appearance, they speak out in objection. Upon learning your identity, they immediately kneel and ask for forgiveness. You pay them no mind, but lay out your intentions: you wish for Pei Xinghe to be raised in the Pei Family, as the Sword Institute does not have the environment to care for an infant, and you do not have the time to devote your full efforts to caring for a child.]

[Pei Wen rejoices at this; it shows that you still have concern for the Pei Family, and many younger elders in the clan are equally pleased.]

[Casually, you pass down several modified Mortal Sword Dao Techniques. Once mastered, becoming a Sword Saint is within grasp.]

[The Emperor of Great Jinn, upon learning of you, drags his ailing body in disguise to the Pei Family.]

[The once-chubby child has become a sixty-year-old elder, four decades since your last meeting, Emperor Jinn no longer has the innocence of youth...]

"Brother... please allow me... allow me to call you this... cough cough."

Emperor Jinn covered his mouth with his handkerchief, coughed twice, and immediately the handkerchief was stained with bright red.

"When Father Prime Minister left, he told me that in times of difficulty, I could seek you out, though I am well aware of my own limitations, but today is truly..."

A look of bitterness appeared on Emperor Jinn’s face. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"All my princes have died young, and with the Pei Family’s withdrawal, ambitious officials have emerged. Now, my youngest son is barely three years old; the kingdom doubts my dynasty, and my health..."

Emperor Jinn is probing, and Pei Min is vaguely aware that there are other voices within the Pei Family now.

After all, not everyone in the Pei Family shares Pei Xiu’s loyalty to the Imperial Court.

Especially with Pei Min, the Golden Core Ancestor, overseeing, the Pei Family has enough power to establish a dynasty of their own. Yet, Pei Xiu has only recently passed, and the Pei Family is reluctant to quickly betray Pei Xiu’s aspirations set forth back then.

Thus, the Pei Family has adopted a seemingly indifferent attitude, controlling most of the court’s power while allowing other officials to rise, leaving room for maneuver.

Pei Min’s gaze lifted lightly.

Emperor Jinn felt as if the man before him was like a deity, seemingly not of the same Human Race.

"No need to tell me these words."

Pei Min waved his hand, and a blue Sword Gang pierced through Emperor Jinn’s body.

Emperor Jinn’s initially pale face flushed all at once.

The sickly aura dissipated significantly.

"Your Majesty!" The guards nearby became anxious, but found themselves unable to move their bodies.

"I have slashed away the illness with my sword, extending your life by ten years."

"As for the Pei Family, since it was founded by my father, naturally it follows my father’s will."

Pei Min’s tone was quite calm, but no one dared to question his words. The young disciples of the Pei Family serving beside him showed slight change in expression, yet quickly returned to normal.

Emperor Jinn’s face showed joy.

Pei Min looked at Emperor Jinn, saying, "Since you call me ’elder brother.’"

A fine thread with five colors—gold, green, blue, yellow, and red—appeared in Pei Min’s hand, quickly weaving into an adorably pudgy doll.

"This will protect your life."

Pei Min glanced at the disciples of the Pei Family, who were carefully selected elite disciples, and said, "Care for Pei Xinghe, you can consider her my child."

The young disciples’ faces flickered with a complicated expression, ultimately bowing respectfully, "Yes, Ancestor."

Pei Min shook his hand, transforming into a sword light and disappeared.

Leaving only a voice: "I will see her in eight years."

[The Pei Family once again respects the Royal Family, solidifying their imperial power, but you are indifferent. If not for the fact that this Jinjian Dynasty was built by your father, in your eyes it might not even compare to a few excellent Qi Refining Disciples in the Sword Institute.]

[Celestial Sword Calendar year 98,010, you practice swordsmanship on the Celestial Mountain. You have traversed much of the Wood Realm to feel the world and enhance your Sword Dao.]

[Suddenly, you realize that this year, you are already one hundred years old; you’ve practiced swordsmanship for a hundred years.]

[As a mortal, you arrive at a Mortal Dynasty, amidst the hustle and bustle, children practice swordsmanship on the streets. Watching these children seems to remind you of your own youth, when you first encountered the Sword Dao at such an age.]

[For months, you travel among mortals, feeling your mindset strengthen considerably.]

[A hundred-year milestone; for mortals, it’s worth a grand celebration. For Cultivators, however, it’s just another mark, yet Foundation Establishment Golden Core Elders from the Battle Absolute Sword Institute send their greetings, Fang Jie sends greetings, even Chi Xia and several talented comrades you’ve met send their greetings.]

[Looking back on this life, at thirty-two you broke through Foundation Establishment with an incomparably solid foundation.]

[At eighty-one, you achieved the Golden Core, becoming one of the few talents able to form a Golden Core within a century. You understand much of this is due to your Sword Dao Physique’s immense compatibility with the Sword Mountain River’s Sword Scripture.]

Jiang Ming looked at the golden subtitles, sighing.

Thirty-two breaking through Foundation Establishment...

Back then, Zhu Chen in his first life could never even touch the threshold of Foundation Establishment.

Eighty-one achieving Golden Core...

Ouyang Yun spent a lifetime stuck in the Fake Core Realm, unable to form his own Immortal Golden Core, ultimately dying of old age.

"This lifetime... perhaps I can clear it in one go..." Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes.

Unity Sword Body, this physique in the Jiuzhou Cultivation Realm might just be an ordinary Celestial Pride physique.

But in Sword Spirit Heaven, it is a top-tier Celestial Pride physique, because the Sword Scriptures in Sword Mountain River are numerous.

And Unity Sword Body requires vast Sword Dao enlightenment and Sword Dao cultivation to advance physique development.

Unless one possesses Innate Sword Heart, Child of the Celestial Sword, these kinds of strong Sword Dao talent to propel Sword Dao cultivation...

The best way is through sheer volume.

Then as Unity Sword Body awakens, the Sword Dao talent returns to Sword Dao cultivation, forming a positive cycle.

In Jiuzhou Cultivation Realm, maybe those top-notch Sword Dao Nascent Soul Sects don’t have such a vast repository of Sword Dao knowledge as Sword Mountain River does.

"Born with a talent, it must be of use? This talent is quite outstanding... If I can meet again, why not choose again..." Jiang Ming murmured.

"If a lifetime can be cleared... then the cultivation experience feedback..."

Jiang Ming’s eyes flashed with joy.

[You sigh a bit, feeling some looseness in your cultivation, and return to the Battle Absolute Sword Institute.]

[In the same year, on a whim, you go to investigate the situation with Zixia.]

[You discover that Zixia has been killed.]

The woman lay weakly on the ground, hot blood flowing from her throat.

A scruffy middle-aged man in green clothes held a somewhat blackened iron sword in one hand and a wine jug in the other, swaying away, with traces of fresh blood on the sword’s edge.

Pei Min didn’t know when he stood before the woman, his expression extremely grim, turning to look at the middle-aged man in green.

Pei Min’s eyes flashed with a hint of doubt.

"Friend, long time no see..."

This middle-aged man in green was the somewhat inexplicably mad middle-aged man Pei Min encountered when obtaining the Demon-slaying Sword Manual in an ancient grave on the mountain.

Decades later, Pei Min still recalled the scene from his mind back then.

"Ah? Oh, it’s you, long time no see..."

The middle-aged man in green showed a faint smile, but seemed not to recognize Pei Min, as if he had forgotten the other party, smiling to ease the atmosphere.