I attained immortality in the real world.

Chapter 58 Bandit Attack
In the real world, in Jiujiang City.

In a luxuriously decorated room, a young man emerged from the dimensional pod, his face pale and grim.

After a debate, Li Xuan finally understood why Chen Jing didn't believe he could win the debate at the Ghost Festival.

The answer to the question is not only nowhere to be found online, but AI cannot generate the correct answer either, and even the person who set the question may not know the answer.

The person who sets the question doesn't know the answer, but expects you to give them a satisfactory one. Even if you give a satisfactory answer, you'll still lose if someone else gives an even more satisfactory one.

During the Ullambana Festival, monks from various temples who are skilled in debate gather together, and winning the debate is practically an unplanned task.

"Immortal cultivator!"

"They're a bunch of psychologically twisted perverts."

"If I didn't know that Chiba was also a player, I would have thought that Tang Sanzang had been reborn!"

Li Xuan tapped the table twice, summoning a robot to pour him a glass of red wine. He then lay on his side on the sofa, looking at the night view through the floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing his restless emotions to gradually calm down.

As a second-generation cultivator with the potential to cultivate immortality, he was proud and considered himself different from those parasites who idled away their lives, waiting to inherit the family business and enjoy the benefits of social development.

He was a pioneer. Knowing that the cultivation world carried the risk of brain death, and that the benefits and risks of cultivating immortality techniques were intertwined, and that the side effects of making a mistake would be increasingly exaggerated, he was still willing to seek out an immortality system to explore the unknown.

But a debate completely changed Li Xuan's mind.

Once his agitated emotions had completely subsided, he began to think seriously. He rubbed his temples and murmured, "Perhaps I only possess ordinary talent and shouldn't fantasize about attaining immortality. I should put aside my arrogance and become a follower, cultivating the cultivation path that others have already perfected."

"For example, using the Moon Palace Biotechnology Gene Optimization Fluid has low risk and can easily make one a cultivator who breaks through physical limits."

"The downside is that without mastering the knowledge corresponding to this path, one is destined not to be at the forefront of cultivation. Furthermore, one's ability to improve one's cultivation level in the future is not under one's control. If the pioneer cannot continuously improve this path, one may remain at the beginner level of cultivation for one's entire life."

Losing a debate is not terrible; what is terrible is not even at the level of understanding.

With such a high failure rate in cultivating immortality, who is the one who gets the success rate? And who is the one who gets the failure rate? You should have some idea about that.

Li Xuan completely lost faith in cultivating immortality, and his Dao heart collapsed. He believed that since his own aptitude and comprehension were not at the top level, there was no need to struggle with cultivating immortality. He might as well enjoy the wealth and honor of the mortal world.

"Since we're going to abandon the identity of Qing Deng, let's make good use of it and cause some trouble for my dear senior brother Qian Ye."

Li Xuan recalled the scene during the debate. Even under Qing Deng's identity, he felt extremely embarrassed and used as a stepping stone. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. As soon as the debate ended, he immediately deactivated his descent state.

Li Xuan was not a magnanimous person; otherwise, he wouldn't have attracted hatred for his cousin Xu Shiyi, whom he had barely met, in the cultivation world.

He downed the glass of red wine in one gulp and immediately contacted Qingjue and Qinghui.

One of these two has the aptitude for cultivating immortality, while the other does not; however, both are subjected to twice the mental time flow rate.

Mountain spirits that can transform their territory into a training ground aren't actually that valuable. Once a territory is transformed into a training ground, new mountain spirits can be generated simply by consuming computing power to receive newcomers. The truly valuable ones are those that cultivate spirit-like nodes, which are risk-free and at least provide a path to immortality.

The two of them weren't mingling in the cultivation world for the purpose of becoming immortals or ancestors. After all, whether it was intelligence, opportunities, or being hired by others, one could exchange them for a lot of money in the real world. Taking the small risk of brain death was definitely a worthwhile deal.

Before accepting the mission to become a monk at Jinshan Temple, Li Xuan had already bought the character's identity at a high price and even knew his real-world identity.

As soon as the call connected, a fawning voice came from the other end: "What new orders does the young master have?"

Li Xuan said, "I will take a box of gold from Qingdeng's secular home and bury it under the pine tree where we first met. Help me find a group of fierce mountain bandits and river pirates to ambush Qianye on the way to Bianjing. Find a large stronghold; the enemy has ten martial monks accompanying them."

What about cultivators? They're still just mortals. If they were to face a group of bandits with knives side by side, could they come back to life after having their heads chopped off?
"........."

The next day, early morning.

Chen Jing, Faji, Jinchi, and ten accompanying martial monks carried their bags and descended the mountain.

Qingdeng followed closely behind down the mountain, stole a box of gold from his home, and buried it under a pine tree at the foot of the mountain.

Qingjue and Qinghui arrived shortly after, unearthing a heavy box of gold. They each bought a fast horse and rode ahead of Chen Jing's group to gather intelligence. They tried their best to contact a village with over a hundred people, and with the help of money, they successfully met a one-eyed, bearded, strong man.

The burly man sized up the two monks whose hair had just grown out and said in a cold voice, "So it's you two who want to see me. Speak quickly, or you'll delay my business."

Qingjue pulled out a gold bar, which immediately attracted the attention of the Black Wind Stronghold's leader. Qinghui spoke up at the right time: "We want to use a hundred taels of gold as a gift to ask the leader to help kill someone. This ten taels of gold is the deposit."

"You monks are the most vicious; you're always hiring someone to kill."

The leader of Black Wind Stronghold decisively accepted the gold first. One tael of gold was enough to buy a person's life, not to mention that the deposit alone was ten taels. He readily said, "Tell me, who do you want to kill?"

Qingjue spoke directly: "A monk named Qianye. The chief only needs to guard the only road leading to Bianjing, and he will be there."

The Black Wind Stronghold's leader, with a sly glint in his eye, said menacingly, "This won't be easy to kill! If I'm not mistaken, they're monks going to Bianjing to attend the Ullambana Festival. The accompanying martial monks are no pushovers; we might lose a few brothers and even attract trouble from the authorities."

"I think it's simpler to deal with you two. Quickly hand over the rest of the gold, and I'll let you leave the village. Otherwise..."

Even with a knife to his neck, Qinghui remained calm and said indifferently, "My brother and I are just doing our jobs. Our lives are worthless. If the boss doesn't believe me, you can kill one of us and see. Don't worry, it won't affect the final payment."

Qingjue nodded in agreement and advised, "Moreover, the gains from this trip will be more than just one hundred taels of gold. We will also obtain a Seven Treasures Kasaya, which is priceless to monks. If the chief digs out the gems on it and sells them, it will be worth at least one hundred taels of gold."

The leader of Black Wind Stronghold was taken aback. How could monks be more ruthless than gangsters these days?

However, with a profit of two hundred taels of gold from a single deal, it would be worthwhile even if he ended up in exile. He nodded and said, "Let's do it! I'll go gather the brothers."

(End of this chapter)