Chapter 8: Heaven Is Helping Me!
“Huff… huff…”
Lu Qingyang gasped for breath.
The blood mist that had been so close moments ago, along with the mountain forests of the Chaotian Sect, had now vanished from before his eyes.
“Too dangerous.”
Lu Qingyang let out a breath, his heart still pounding with lingering fear.
That situation just now had nearly cost him his life.
Thankfully I activated the Simulator in time, otherwise I really wouldn’t have escaped.
Lu Qingyang drew a deep breath, his face turning grave.
It seems that as long as I leave the sect, killing intent lurks everywhere.
I need to be even more cautious with this world.
His eyes flickered with sharp light.
He had decided. From today onward, unless absolutely necessary, he would never descend the mountain!
Unless he could become the current Sect Master of the Chaotian Sect!
And the reason he had just summoned the ‘Simulator’ was also to give himself more breathing room in a desperate situation.
That blood mist looked extremely sinister.
He absolutely could not withstand it with his physical body.
Once the simulation ended, he would have to find some way to squeeze out spiritual power to protect himself.
But if it was useless, then it would be dangerous.
Unless…
Looking at the simulation screen that had already begun to flicker before his eyes, Lu Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly.
【Age 0: You were born. Your father was a scholar who failed the examinations year after year.】
【Age 1: Whether or not it was your birth that brought good fortune, your father passed the provincial examination.】
【Age 2: Your whole family moved to the county town, because your father had no connections and could only serve as a county magistrate.】
【…】
【Age 12: Young as you were, you could actually swing a stone lock. The county constable praised your exceptional physique.】
【Age 13: Your father finally received a promotion, and the whole family moved to the prefectural city.】
【Age 14: As the son of the prefect, you had already beaten all challengers in the prefectural city. You began to yearn for the martial world.】
【…】
【Age 30: Having subdued half the martial world, you finally grew somewhat weary of killing and wanted to go home.】
【Age 31: You felt there were no more experts in the world and prepared to retire, but then you encountered a strange Daoist…】
【Age 32: You searched the world like a madman for immortals, declaring you would learn immortal arts. All of this seemed to stem from something that happened last year.】
【…】
【Age 40: You finally found half a damaged scroll and began cultivating.】
【Age 41: Having started too late, you could not even break through the first layer of Qi Refining.】
【Age 42: Relying on your powerful physique, you forcefully switched to body cultivation using the half scroll.】
【…】
【Age 49: Years of hidden injuries ultimately dragged you down. Cultivating halfway through life brought your lifespan to its end.】
【Age 50: Forcibly breaking through to the second layer of Body Refining cost you most of your vitality, shortening your lifespan once more.】
【Ding! Simulation ended: Simulation limit reached.】
【This simulation lasted: 50 years (archived)】
【Calculating simulation results, please wait…】
【Calculation complete.】
【Items obtainable this time: Strange damaged scroll ×1, Mortal Grandmaster Martial Arts ×1, Physical cultivation comparable to the second layer of Body Refining ×1】
【Simulation points obtained this time: 6】
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【Name: Lu Qingyang】
【Physique: Tier 1】
【Comprehension: Tier 1】
【Fortune: Tier 1】
【Background: Tier 1】
【Remaining simulation points: 6】
【Simulation cooling down: 29 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds】
“Simulation limit? Archived!”
Lu Qingyang felt as if he were seeing this Simulator system for the first time.
His eyes were filled with shock.
I never imagined the simulation didn't end with death!
There's actually a limit!
But how exactly is this limit determined?
As if sensing Lu Qingyang’s confusion, the system quickly answered his question.
【Ding! System notice: The simulation time limit for the Qi Refining stage is age 50.】
“Age 50?”
Lu Qingyang listened to the system voice echoing in his mind, feeling somewhat dazed.
So the simulation duration was linked to his cultivation.
But then again, it's a good thing I distributed my points evenly last time. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have hit the limit on my third simulation, right?
Lu Qingyang muttered inwardly, then turned his gaze to the items he could bring back.
This damaged scroll is no simple thing. It can cultivate both qi and body. It counts as a treasure.
But it can't solve my current predicament.
Mortal Grandmaster Martial Arts… useless.
Lu Qingyang shook his head and set it aside for now.
His gaze fell on the only rare item.
Physical cultivation comparable to the second layer of Body Refining…
Truly… heaven is helping me.
Lu Qingyang’s eyes shone.
He hadn't expected this simulation to actually yield something.
After all, in the cultivation world, formation cultivators, sword cultivators, and body cultivators were all extremely rare.
Even within the entire Chaotian Sect, there were few disciples who specialized in body cultivation.
Now he could directly obtain physical cultivation comparable to the second layer of Body Refining from the simulation.
How could he not be overjoyed!
After all, dual cultivators of body and law were not just rare in the Chaotian Sect.
Even in the entire Great Zhou, they were extremely rare!
Thinking of this, Lu Qingyang hesitated no longer and mentally recited.
Bring back, physical cultivation comparable to the second layer of Body Refining!
【Ding! Congratulations, Host, on a successful retrieval.】
As his words fell, the scene before his eyes changed once more.
…
“Bold villain! To dare commit murder within my Chaotian Sect! Surrender at once!”
A thunderous shout rang through the mountain forest, echoing to the heavens.
A squad of Law Enforcement Bureau disciples in white robes rushed out from the forest, surging toward Lu Qingyang.
But it was already too late. The old man in hemp robes had used some unknown secret technique.
After transforming into blood mist and enveloping Lu Qingyang, not a trace of human form could be seen remaining.
He was clearly dead.
Only Lu Qingyang still stood within the blood mist, leaving the surrounding Law Enforcement Bureau cultivators at a loss.
“It’s over. This disciple is merely a menial. How could he possibly withstand such a vicious spell!”
A Law Enforcement Bureau disciple looked at the gray robe on Lu Qingyang, his eyes showing some pity.
It wasn’t just him. Many of the Law Enforcement Bureau cultivators present felt fear in their hearts looking at that bloody, sinister mist.
Such a spell was truly vicious!
To use one’s own vital blood as a catalyst — it was clearly an evil art!
The eerie aura on that blood mist made everyone’s hair stand on end.
None wished to touch even a bit of it.
“This spell is too demonic. This menial disciple is most likely beyond saving.”
“Senior Brothers, let us form hand seals and see if we can at least preserve this Junior Brother’s corpse intact.”
“Agreed. If the body is defiled by this evil art, it may become a disaster in the future. Please, Senior Brother, help protect the ritual. We will cast the rites of deliverance.”
“Good.”
The group of Law Enforcement Bureau cultivators all formed hand seals, chanting incantations.
In an instant, beams of radiant light shot from their fingertips, disappearing into the blood mist.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
A slight tremor emerged from the blood mist, and it rapidly dispersed.
“Huh!”
A male cultivator from the Law Enforcement Bureau suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
As if he had discovered something extremely shocking.
And as the thick blood mist gradually dissipated, all the Law Enforcement Bureau cultivators present widened their eyes.
Within the dense blood mist stood a man with a refined face and an ethereal bearing.
“Lu Qingyang of the Sixth Menial Court greets all Senior Brothers.”
Lu Qingyang slowly bowed to the Law Enforcement Bureau cultivators, his voice calm…