Chapter 130: Aotian, Aofeng
In your battle against yourself, you came to know your own shortcomings and corrected them.
Although your cultivation did not break through, your overall strength improved greatly.
You spent a full fifty years walking these hundred steps, finally ascending to the nine hundredth step!
“Not bad, you’re pretty fast.” Yang Ji was on the same step as you, looking at you with a smile.
“It’s alright. When it comes to comprehension, I’m pretty good.” You said with some pride.
In those fifty years, you cultivated nearly fifty techniques, more than ten of which were Earth-Rank techniques!
In fifty years, you cultivated all these techniques to the Perfection Realm. That was enough to prove your comprehension was heaven-defying!
“Come on, I casually praised you a couple times and now you’re all smug.” Yang Ji rolled her eyes at you, then asked. “Well? How did it feel fighting yourself?”
“Very good! It made me clearly recognize my own shortcomings.”
“That’s good then. Let’s go, we’ll head in together and see just what the legendary secret of immortality really is!”
A great gate appeared before you. Yang Ji was the first to push it open and step through, with you following close behind.
Walking through the gate, you arrived at a palace. The hall was piled with all manner of rare treasures. Never mind Heaven-Rank Artifacts, you even saw two Immortal Artifacts!
If I stuffed all these things into the System space, even if I died, it’d probably be worth it, right? You thought to yourself. A single broken Immortal Sword could help you fight across a major realm. What if it were two complete Immortal Artifacts?
A trace of greed flashed through your eyes. This thought lingered in your mind and would not fade. Just as you could not help but move to act, Yang Ji’s voice sounded by your ear.
“Little brother, don’t be fooled!”
A thunderclap burst inside your body. Your consciousness instantly cleared, and the greed in your eyes vanished.
You immediately opened the Martial Dao Heavenly Eye. When you looked at that pile of treasures again, they had already become skull after skull of white bone!
You saw that within the eye sockets of each white skull, a faint green light flickered, seeking to drag your consciousness into them.
Your Primordial Spirit power surged, and you quickly isolated them outside, unable to shake you in the slightest.
“Sister Ji, these things are all…”
“Sigh, if you had really acted just now, you would now have become one of them!”
Yang Ji patted your shoulder and sighed. “You’re still too young, lacking in experience.”
Compared to an Old Monster like you who’s lived over a thousand years, I really am very young. You thought to yourself.
“Aotian, I’ve come. How long are you going to keep hiding?” Yang Ji arrived at the center of the great hall and spoke loudly to the surroundings.
A phantom figure slowly appeared before you. It was a middle-aged male cultivator with a pair of dragon horns.
Aotian stared fixedly at Yang Ji, his expression complex. “Little girl, long time no see. You’ve already grown so big!”
They know each other? Your gaze swept back and forth between the two of them, and something called gossip surged out from within your body.
“Have you been well all these years?” Aotian extended a hand, wanting to caress Yang Ji’s face, but in the end he drew it back.
“I’ve lived better than you, at least. After several thousand years apart, how did you end up beaten to death?” Yang Ji put on a deliberately relaxed look, as if she felt not the slightest sorrow over Aotian’s death.
Aotian let out a long sigh, and the entire hall fell into silence.
Seeing the two of them acting so indifferent toward each other, you decided to give them a push.
“Sister Ji, what’s your relationship with this Senior?”
Yang Ji glanced at you and said. “Adults’ matters. Children shouldn’t interrupt.”
Before you could ask again, Aotian, now nothing but a Remnant Soul, spoke up on his own. “She is my daughter. Her name is Aofeng.”
“In that great battle ten thousand years ago, I was unfortunately gravely wounded. Not long after, my old injuries flared up, and I fell here.”
“And Little Feng was lost from me at that very time.”
After hearing Aotian’s explanation, you finally understood that the person you had been calling Big Sister all this time was not human! She was an old demoness who had already lived for over ten thousand years!
“What are you thinking about?” Yang Ji saw your contemplative look and directly slapped you on the shoulder.
“Since Sister Feng your true body is a dragon, then why haven’t you become an immortal?”
“Isn’t it said that creatures like dragons, once they reach adulthood, can immediately become immortals?”
“Yet even so, what if the passage to ascend to the Immortal Realm is closed, and one can no longer become an immortal?” Yang Ji’s words shocked you.
But when you thought it over carefully, it seemed that ever since you began cultivating, you had never heard of anyone becoming an immortal!
Even someone like the Village Chief, who could tear apart the Heavenly Dao with his bare hands, could only remain on the Heaven Mystery Continent, with no path to immortality.
“Alright, Old Man, hurry up and hand over your savings. I have great use for them.” Yang Ji extended both hands and placed them in front of Aotian.
Aotian shook his head helplessly and waved his large hand. A storage ring appeared in Yang Ji’s hand.
“I need to go into seclusion. This is my little brother. I’ll leave him in your care.” Yang Ji’s figure vanished, and only the two of you remained in the great hall.
You and Aotian stared at each other. After a while, you could not help but ask. “Senior, just casually give me a few Immortal-rank cultivation arts or Immortal-rank artifacts and I’ll be fine. I’m not picky.”
Aotian glared at you, blowing out his beard. “You think Immortal-rank artifacts are street-stall goods? And you’re not picky.”
“There is one Immortal-rank cultivation art, but unfortunately, you cannot cultivate it.”
Seeing the disappointment on your face, Aotian continued. “How about this. You tell me everything about Little Feng’s experiences over these years, and I’ll consider giving you some benefits. How’s that?”
You agreed readily and recounted the two years you had lived in the village and your time spent with Yang Ji.
“The little girl has really made something of herself! To think she can even take part in battles between Heavenly Daos. Worthy of my child!” Aotian said with considerable pride.
“Senior, aren’t you an immortal? How could you be beaten to death?” You could not help but ask.
Aotian let out a long sigh and said with emotion. “Immortals are merely lifeforms of a higher dimension.”
“As long as the sword in your hand is sharp enough, even immortals can be slain!”
Sure enough, worthy of being father and daughter. Even the things they say are identical. You had heard these same words from Yang Ji’s mouth before.