Immortality and Cultivation: I Have Too Many Talents

Chapter 15 Guardian Immortal Master (Please continue reading)

Shen Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

The sea of ​​consciousness has gradually calmed down.

My mind was incredibly clear, as if I had just been reincarnated from the life of a headless fish.

It was like a dream, yet not a dream.

Shen Xuan sat cross-legged, guarding his mind, and slowly digested the headless fish's [self-healing] talent.

On the mysterious jade talisman, the ancient, simple gold characters are constantly changing.

[Talent: Beginner Self-Healing (2/100)]

[Rejuvenation Charm: Proficient (24/200)]

【Daoyun: 102】

The key point is that his water elemental root has been enhanced once again.

[Spiritual Root: Water 14/100]

Shen Xuan felt a surge of joy.

This time, the talent plundering of the headless fish cost him more than three hundred spirit stones.

Fortunately, he had the support of the [Water Control Talisman] skill at the mastery stage; otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to handle it.

"At sixty-four years old, I should be able to break through to the fifth level of Qi Refining next year. My future is promising!"

For the past eight months, Shen Xuan has been cultivating with the Spirit Gathering Array every day, buying headless fish from Zhao Chunsheng, and making Rejuvenation Talismans. He has barely managed to balance his income and expenses.

Looking at the 102 points of Daoist essence, Shen Xuan didn't think much and used them all on his self-healing talent.

[Talent: Proficient in Self-Healing (3/200)]

[Rejuvenation Charm: Proficient (75/200)]

"The more Rejuvenation Talismans you make, the higher your skill level will be."

He conjured a sharp, icy blade and gently cut a small gash in his arm.

Subsequently, the body automatically repaired itself, and the wound healed quickly and completely at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking at the mysterious jade talisman again, the proficiency level of the self-healing talent remained unchanged.

"It seems that the only way to increase the [Self-Healing Technique] ability is to collect Daoist essence."

Shen Xuan didn't want to cut himself every day and then use the [Self-Healing Technique] to increase his proficiency.

He wouldn't hurt himself for no reason!

After working so hard for so long, he plans to take a break and recuperate.

Today is a day to celebrate!

night.

Shen Xuan was extremely excited.

The bed creaked and groaned for a very long time.

Sometimes intense, sometimes soothing.

Very rhythmic.

afterwards.

Ding Yuyao lay weakly in Shen Xuan's arms.

"My husband, I wish..."

"If you have something to say, just say it!"

"I wish to return to my parents' home!"

A plea flashed in Ding Yuyao's eyes.

Shen Xuan was taken aback.

He and Ding Yuyao have been married for four years and have never left the market town.

Not to mention going back to Ding Yuyao's parents' home.

"Where do you live?"

Seeing that her husband did not directly refuse, Ding Yuyao immediately perked up.

"The Ding family governs two prefectures and thirteen counties. My family is in Hongcheng County of Songjiang Prefecture, which is very close to here, only eight hundred li away!"

Shen Xuan thought for a moment.

He is a reasonable person.

Having been married for four years, it's perfectly reasonable for Ding Yuyao to want to visit her parents' home.

In the world of cultivation, there is a distinction between immortals and mortals.

However, Shen Xuan subconsciously believed that husband and wife should be equal and treat each other with respect.

In the past, he might have declined the offer if he was worried about the dangers of going out.

Now that his strength has greatly increased, there is almost no risk in accompanying his wife to the mortal realm within the Ding family's jurisdiction.

After all, in the secular world, there are no spiritual veins to supply cultivation, so only low-level cultivators with no hope of success will settle here.

As far as he knew, the cultivators sent by the Ding family to the mortal realms within their jurisdiction had a cultivation level of only the third level of Qi Refining.

Even those in the mid-stage of Qi Refining should not stay in the mortal realm for long.

"Let's wait two months. When autumn comes, I'll accompany you on your homecoming visit."

"My husband is so good!"

Ding Yuyao happily kissed Shen Xuan.

She was also worried that Shen Xuan would disagree.

Before she got married, she learned that Shen Xuan was a hermit who had never left the market town.

After marriage, she understood.

My husband is a cautious man and never takes risks. It's truly rare that he agreed to accompany her on her homecoming visit.

……

Two months later.

Songjiang Prefecture, Hongcheng County.

In a magnificent Taoist temple nestled high in the mountains behind the county town.

"Master, there has been a severe drought this summer, with no rain for two months. The county magistrate has asked me to inquire whether you can perform a rainmaking ritual as soon as possible."

Ding Yifan, the magistrate of Hongcheng County, respectfully presented the gift box.

The guardian immortal master, residing high in the main hall of the Taoist temple, accepted the gift box, opened it, and found only a hundred taels of gold inside. He couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

Why isn't the county magistrate here?

"The county magistrate has suddenly fallen ill and is bedridden. He has entrusted me with handling the affairs of the county government and asked me to come on his behalf. I humbly request that the immortal master, out of consideration for our shared bloodline in the Ding family, perform a rainmaking ritual."

"How can a mere hundred taels of gold compensate for the vital essence I lost while casting my spell!"

The immortal master glanced at Ding Yifan sideways.

“County Magistrate Ding, I know you are an honest man. Tell the magistrate to come and speak with me personally! Show the guest out!”

Ding Yifan sighed deeply, left the Taoist temple, and returned dejectedly.

This person was Ding Yuyao's father.

Go home.

"Please ask the immortal master to perform the ritual to pray for rain, why doesn't the county magistrate go himself, instead of using you as a raft!"

Seeing her husband looking depressed, Madam Ding couldn't help but complain.

"The county magistrate is a smart man. He's not going to take the lead when it's obvious he'll run into a wall!"

"Then don't step forward! I refuse to believe that the Immortal Master will sit idly by while Hongcheng County is suffering from a severe drought!"

"What a woman's words! Many of the 100,000 people in Hongcheng County are of the same blood as my Ding family. How can we ignore them!"

"Mind your own business! Do you even think you can manage it?"

Seeing his wife angry and in tears, Ding Yifan pulled her into his arms and comforted her, saying, "Madam, don't worry. I'll make a few more trips, and I'll get it done."

"How can I not be worried? The county magistrate and the immortal master are clearly at odds, yet you're caught in the middle!"

While talking.

Tuk Tuk!

There was a knock on the door.

"coming."

Ding Yifan responded and then went to open the door.

"The county magistrate has summoned me to inquire whether the immortal master has set a date for performing the rain-praying ritual?"

"The Immortal Master is currently unavailable; you will have to wait some time."

Upon hearing this, the messenger, Constable Li, said, "The magistrate said that the drought in Hongcheng County is severe, and he requests that Magistrate Ding take immediate action."

"If the higher-ups blame you, he won't be able to speak up for you."

"Understood. Please inform the magistrate, Officer Li, that I will act as soon as possible."

Officer Li nodded, smiled apologetically, and went back to report.

Behind Ding Yifan, Madam Ding sighed softly.

A high-ranking official can be incredibly powerful.

night.

Qian, the registrar of Hongcheng County, quietly entered the Ding residence.

"Lord Ding, there are indeed no spirit stones left in the county treasury."

"Could you find a way to borrow a few dollars?"

"It's not that easy! Even if they were willing to lend it, how would the county treasury repay it!"

Qian, the registrar, said quietly, "Those are spirit stones, not gold, silver, or grain!"

"That county magistrate is really something! The whole county is suffering from a severe drought, and the autumn harvest is about to be ruined, yet he's still arguing with the immortal master!"

"Didn't they say his family was very powerful, producing several immortal masters, yet they couldn't even produce a few spirit stones?"

Qian, the registrar, felt quite indignant.

"Alright, Registrar Qian, stop gossiping behind people's backs, lest you bring trouble upon yourself," Ding Yifan advised.

"By the way, Lord Ding, I heard that your youngest daughter is also married to a celestial master. Could you perhaps ask them for help?"

Ding Yifan shook his head.

"My daughter has been married for four years and has stayed in Qinglongwan Market without ever returning home."

"That's it!"

After Clerk Qian left, Madam Ding asked in confusion, "Husband, why did Clerk Qian suddenly ask about Yao'er?"

“He is the county magistrate’s man,” Ding Yifan said calmly.

"what!"

Madam Ding suddenly realized what was going on and said, "Was Registrar Qian acting on the orders of the county magistrate to test you?"

"What do you think?"

Ding Yifan said coldly, "This year is a year of assessment. If the county magistrate cannot eliminate the drought, his position will be in jeopardy."

"I have been in Hongcheng County for a long time and have achieved considerable political success, so the county magistrate is naturally very wary of me."

"The higher-ups are really something. How could they let such a heartless and despicable person become the head of the county government!"

(End of this chapter)