Why is the Immortal Trembling?

Fu Nianchi smiled and said, “I didn’t expect my husband to be interested in these things.”

“I have been sick since I was a child. My mother concubine and imperial father have thought of many ways to heal me. They also planned to send me to practice Taoism.” Ye Canglan explained.

Fu Nianchi: “Then why didn’t husband go?”

“The national teacher said that my fate is too short, and rashly cultivating Taoism will only destroy my fate.” Ye Canglan continued to make up nonsense, as long as what he said was enough hype, Fu Nianchi shouldn’t doubt it, right?

“That’s it.”

Fu Nianchi was convinced on the surface, but in fact he yelled frantically in his heart:

What exactly does he mean? Why do you want me to know this? I’m just a cannon fodder who just wants to live a normal life!

“Come on, let me show you these two books.”

Fu Nianchi and Ye Canglan sat together in front of the desk, the seat was spacious, but they had to read a book together, colliding shoulders to shoulders and arms to arms were inevitable.

Ye Canglan turned to the first page, starting from the introduction of Qi into the body, and introduced to Fu Nianchi the matter of cultivating immortals.

Fu Nianchi has read similar content countless times in various novels.

But now he can only pretend that he doesn’t understand at all, and listen to Ye Canglan’s explanation.

“Are these exercises really useful?” Fu Nianchi asked curiously in an ordinary manner.

What Ye Canglan was waiting for was his words.

“You’ll know if you try it.” Ye Canglan smiled and said to Fu Nianchi, “I have been weak since I was a child, and before I could practice the exercises, I had to stop and concentrate on recuperating. Nianchi, your health is much better than mine. Maybe you really has the talent for cultivation.”

Fu Nianchi shed an invisible drop of soybean sweat.

What do you mean? Fu Nianchi was about to go crazy. Aren’t you a fairy who descended to the world to experience calamities? A mortal cultivator can only be as good as you when he cultivates to the top. Now he keeps saying that he is not suitable for cultivation, and he is urging me to try it. What do you want to do?!

“Then…then I’ll try, but I’m relatively dull in many ways, if I can’t succeed, husband, don’t be disappointed.”

“No, we just have nothing to do, just chat and kill time.”

Ye Canglan said this, but thought that it would be strange if you failed. The aura on your body is already so strong that it overflows, and just a very small amount of it can catalyze the koi in the pond.

Fu Nianchi took a deep breath, read the method described in the book for the last time, closed his eyes, and felt the so-called aura in the air.

“In the boundless darkness, you will gradually feel faint light spots, like the extremely distant stars in the night sky, they are the spiritual power scattered around you.”

Ye Canglan’s voice rang in his ear, and Fu Nianchi tried hard to feel it with his heart.

Darkness, endless darkness.

It seems that he has turned himself into insignificant dust, floating aimlessly.

Hmm… there’s nothing around.

“Did you feel it?” Ye Canglan asked with a little imperceptible nervousness.

“No.” Fu Nianchi replied honestly, “I didn’t find anything.”

Sure enough, I have no talent for cultivating immortals.

While Fu Nianchi breathed a sigh of relief, he also felt a little regretful.

Although he knew that the identity he passed through was just an insignificant cannon fodder, but Fu Nianchi still wanted to try to cultivate immortals.

After all, after reading so many articles, I finally got the chance. It would be a pity not to try it myself.

Fu Nianchi opened his eyes, and said to Ye Canglan who was thinking, “I must not be talented, isn’t it said in the scriptures that mortals who can cultivate immortals are chosen from a million?”

It is indeed so good, but you are one of those one in a million, no, you should be the unique one in this world.

Why can’t you feel it?

It was obvious that Fu Nianchi was still overflowing with incomparably pure spiritual power at this moment.

Wait a minute.

Ye Canglan realized the problem.

The aura in the mortal world is thin, and it is almost impossible for Fu Nianchi, who has a large amount of aura in his body, to feel it without the Spirit Gathering Formation.

Just like a person in the middle of the ocean, he can’t realize that he is being spit by a fish.

So talking about bringing energy into the body is completely useless to Fu Nianchi, he just needs to feel the innate spiritual power in his body and learn to guide and manipulate them.

It’s just that asking Fu Nianchi to practice manipulating it now will definitely arouse his doubts: I can’t even draw Qi into my body, so why would I want to manipulate something that doesn’t exist?

So Ye Canglan decided to take the opportunity to popularize science with Fu Nianchi and open up another path.

“It’s okay, don’t feel disappointed, I have never heard of other things from the national teacher, some things that I dare not even say in the script.”

“What is it?” Fu Nianchi was really interested.

“In a place far away from the Central Plains and even farther than the Western Regions, there is another cultivation system. Those people’s methods are closer to warlocks, and they can rely on spells to exert their power. Some people call it the Word Spirit, and some call them — magician.”

Fu Nianchi: “??”

Fu Nianchi thought he had heard wrong.

Word Spirit? magician?

For a moment, he suspected that the serious Ye Canglan in front of him had been taken away.

Fu Nianchi stared at Ye Canglan closely, making sure he wasn’t joking.

An unbelievable idea suddenly appeared in Fu Nianchi’s mind.

——Could Ye Canglan be like him, also a book transmigrator?

He saw that this book was the world of cultivating immortals, how could there be such a setting as magic?

He had to test it out. If it was true, wouldn’t it mean that he would have a trustworthy companion in this completely strange world?

Fu Nianchi was full of expectations, and asked cautiously:

“Husband, have you heard of “The Lonely Brave Man”?” (孤勇者)

Ye Canglan was taken aback for a moment, not understanding why Fu Nianchi suddenly changed the subject: “What? A mantis pupae?” (蛄蛹者)

Fu Nianchi: “…”

Fu Nianchi’s heart instantly sank to the bottom.

Sure enough, what was he thinking! How could such an absolutely low-probability event like transmigrating into a book happen to both of them at the same time?

He should abandon all unrealistic expectations.

Fu Nianchi took a deep breath and forced a smile: “It’s okay, husband, let’s continue.”

Ye Canglan was at a loss.

He was still wondering what the mantis chrysalis was, why would Fu Nianchi ask him if he had heard of it? Could it be a trick of a certain sect? Or is it the secret story of cultivating immortals described in which storybook?

No matter, let’s continue to popularize science with Fu Nianchi first.

Ye Canglan continued to make up nonsense about the magicians on the distant continent, talking dryly.

But Fu Nianchi was absent-minded the whole time.

Since Ye Canglan is not a book transmigrator, it means that there might really be magic in this world.

Ye Canglan didn’t need to lie to him.

Maybe just want to chat with him.

Seeing that Fu Nianchi was out of his mind, Ye Canglan thought he was not accepting, after all, for an aborigine who grew up as a mortal, magic is too nonsense.

“Of course, I just heard about it.” Ye Canglan smiled, “As for whether there are any, mortals like us have no way of knowing.”

“That’s right.” Fu Nianchi pulled the corner of his lower lip, “I never thought that I could be hooked up with cultivation or something. It’s enough to live a stable life for a lifetime.”

“You can take these two books, and flip through them if you feel bored.” Ye Canglan said, “It can pass the time to some extent.”

“Okay.” Fu Nianchi agreed, he put away the ancient books, and walked out of the study with Ye Canglan.

But suddenly saw a dark figure across the sky.

Huh?

Fu Nianchi’s eyes widened, and his depressed mood was swept away.

His eyes moved accordingly, and finally watched it disappear into the distant sky.

What was that?

Could it be the Big gray wolf who was shot flying by the pan? (T/L: it’s a GIF, just imagine)

It is impossible to have a plane in this era, maybe it is a big bird passing by.

Ye Canglan noticed Fu Nianchi’s reaction, followed his gaze, and the expression in his eyes immediately sank.

He intentionally touched Fu Nianchi’s arm and lightly asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, a bird flew past just now.”

Fu Nianchi didn’t take it to heart, he supported Ye Canglan, and went back to the bedroom with him.

Outside Zhao Wang’s mansion.

Immortal cultivators from various sects gathered from all over the world, thousands of figures were hidden in the clouds, crowded and lively.

“Nonsense, it’s too much nonsense!” The white-bearded old man slammed his cane hard, “Just spying from the sky openly like this, what if we are discovered?”

The young monk who was regarded as a big bird by Fu Nianchi said: “Elder, calm down, this move is a well-thought-out temptation. It can not only estimate the criminal’s cultivation level, but also directly detect the situation in the mansion. It is really a plan to kill two birds with one stone.” ”

“Oh?” The elder looked a little better, stroked his white beard, and said, “Tell me what you have found.”

“Reporting to the elder, there is a powerful barrier above the palace, and the disciples can’t see anything.”

“Asshole!”

Ignoring the old man with the white beard who was beating the evildoers with his fly whisk, the immortal cultivators of the rest of the sect all looked serious.

Ye Canglan set a restriction, which means that he had expected this to happen a long time ago.

That is the site of the immortal, even though he went down to the world to survive the catastrophe, he was a mortal, and his mana was low, but it was not something that they, immortal cultivators, could provoke.

Even if they can kill Ye Canglan with one hand, when Ye Canglan returns to the rank of immortals, all the sects combined will not be enough for him to toss about.

And why did the Immortal Venerable set up restrictions?

The heretic’s appearance in this world should be a crisis that the Nine Heavens also dreads.

The existence of the prohibition must not be out of protection, even as an immortal, he is not qualified to let the disaster develop.

From this, it can be speculated that the existence of the ban should be for the convenience of Immortal Venerable’s actions.

Now married to the heretic, he has many golden opportunities to get rid of him.

“Are we just waiting outside like this?” A cultivator asked, “I heard that the heretic was born, and my dear friends rushed to the capital from all corners of the country, but now we can’t get the slightest clue. I’m really not reconciled.”

“That’s right, the palace has imposed a ban. These days, the heretic doesn’t even come out.”

“Let’s just use the magic weapon and sneak in.”

“No, although the restriction is not powerful, it is quite sensitive. As long as it is triggered, it will immediately attract the attention of the immortal.”

Many monks had different opinions, and some even proposed to invite the top magic weapon of the sect.

While arguing endlessly, a dark blue figure quietly appeared at the gate of Prince Zhao’s Mansion.

It was a girl about 16-17 years old, dressed in Taoist robes and a yellow crown, as if she was a Taoist priest.

She paced leisurely and stood still at the gate of the palace.

“I am a Taoist from Tianhe Mountain, Taoist Wuji. I happened to pass by the capital and found that this place is extraordinary. I came here to check it out. May I ask if I can invite the master of the mansion so that my Dao can count?”

There are too many people who want to enter the palace, and the conscientious guards will drive them away mercilessly.

However, perhaps this young Taoist, who claims to be a Taoist of Wuji, looks so calm and composed, which makes people believe that she really has the skills.

Or maybe the guards were dazed by her fairy-like beauty, or maybe they were cast with some kind of magic that lowered their heads.

In short, the two guards looked at each other, and one of them said: “I will report to the prince.”

“Thank you.” Kundao raised his hands in salute, and waited in place neither humble nor overbearing.

“Who is that?”

“I haven’t seen it before.”

“She calls herself Taoist Wuji, does anyone know?”

“never heard of that.”

The monks discussed in secret, but no one came forward. If the Wuji Taoist could use this method to lure the heretic out of the palace, it would be exactly what they wanted.

T/L: I’m sorry, I’ve been very busy this month so I couldn’t do the translation. I’ll try to keep up at least once a week.