Then all my cultivation as an immortal has been for nothing?

Chapter 31 So I'm a monkey?
Wang Yi originally planned to just get by with the morning's exercise session like this.

Elsa seemed to think the same way. Before Wang Yi got on the energy cultivation machine, she patted the machine and said, "Don't be impatient. After all, you only have a spiritual root of 22, so it's normal that you can't feel the energy. Sit on the cultivation machine for a year, and the machine will automatically help you reach the first level. Then you will naturally be able to feel the energy."

Wang Yi nodded, sat on the training machine, and plugged in his phone.

The training machine's AI voice announcement: "Hello, Apprentice Monk 210..."

Wang Yi: "Does he have to read out my number every time?"

AI: "It can be set to not read."

sure!
Wang Yi: "Wait a minute, how come this AI is replying to me? It's too intelligent!"

Elsa blinked: "What else? It's called artificial intelligence, you know. Maybe it's smarter than you and me."

Just as Wang Yi was about to answer, Instructor Li walked over and glanced at the control panel of his training machine.

"Wait a minute!" Instructor Li shouted, "Is this machine malfunctioning? Why is your Qi Sea level 1.1?"

Wang Yi then noticed that the Qi Sea stat on the panel had changed to 1.1, and his current body parameters looked like this:
Spiritual Root Strength: 22, Earth Spiritual Root Coefficient: 66, Strength: 0.6, Agility: 0.5, Constitution: 0.3, Perception: 0.2, Qi Sea: 1.1
The only difference between the measurements taken the day before yesterday when I sat on the exercise machine and the measurements taken was an increase of 0.1 in Qi Hai (CV 6).

Wang Yi: "What's the big deal? It's just an increase of 0.1."

As soon as he finished speaking, his Qi-observation ability detected a surging aura enveloping the entire room.

The overwhelming surge of energy gave Wang Yi a familiar feeling of drowning.

The next moment, everyone, including Elsa, stopped.

It was as if time had stopped.

Wang Yi is still able to move on his own.

His first thought was that it was a sneak attack by a demonic cultivator, so he drew his pistol, only to realize that this was not a dream and the gun was empty.

Just then, the door to the public practice room opened, and a middle-aged man in an executive jacket led a large group of people in white coats into the room.

The uncle glanced at Wang Yi and said to one of the doctors in white coats next to him, "327, go check if his machine is broken. 311, use the instruments you brought to measure his Qi Hai point."

These numbers seemed to be the monks' code names, and two people nodded in response.

The man the uncle brought cast a spell, and a soft light enveloped the machine beneath Wang Yi's buttocks.

Wang Yi: "I'll step aside first—"

"No, you sit down." The uncle personally helped Wang Yi, who was about to get off the machine, back to his seat. "There are only two possibilities for increasing your Qi Sea so quickly. The first is that you have become a demonic cultivator and refined a cultivator with considerable cultivation."

Wang Yi instantly thought of a bunch of things, such as his cheat code and the pattern he obtained after defeating the demonic cultivator.

Good heavens, isn't the world supposed to be a makeshift operation? What's with the Imperial Observatory's incredibly tight organization?
The older man stared at Wang Yi for a few seconds, continuing to put pressure on him.

Wang Yi was sweating. Luckily, all mind-reading spells in this world are destructive and will destroy one's personality; otherwise, it was hard to say what might have happened.

At this point, the 327th monk who was repairing the machine said, "The machine is not broken, it's just that the Qi Sea is 1.1."

The cultivator in the white coat next to him, number 311, also reported: "My result is also 1.1. Either they refined a person, or..."

"He's still under observation, and we're monitoring him the whole time." The uncle said what Wang Yi wanted to say, "It seems someone has received an extremely special opportunity."

...Does "opportunity" refer to cheat codes?
Wang Yi had just opened his mouth when the uncle waved his hand and said, "Don't tell me that this kind of opportunity is your karma, and you have to bear it yourself. Remember, heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. If anyone asks you about it in the future, you can't tell him a single word."

The uncle turned to the 327th cultivator and said, "Destroy the records and restore the display of the training machines to their original state. From now on, all training machines will no longer display the real data of the novice cultivator number 21020251004543537."

327: "I will fake a fault, and someone should come to check it soon. After the fault is fixed, the data will return to normal."

At this moment, Wang Yi couldn't help but ask, "It seems there are many cultivators like me who have great opportunities?"

“Yes,” the uncle nodded. “In the tens of thousands of years since the establishment of the Imperial Observatory, there have been more than 100 people on record who have received special opportunities. However, the management efficiency of the Imperial Observatory was not good in the past, and many people who received special opportunities were actually missed.”

Tens of thousands of years and 100 overpowered individuals have emerged, the odds seem pretty good—wait a minute, this is cultivation, the stronger the power, the longer the lifespan, could these overpowered individuals still be alive?
Holy crap, will it turn into a battle of cheaters when I reach a high level?

The uncle seemed to guess what Wang Yi was thinking and said, "Don't worry, after becoming a Nascent Soul or Divine Transformation expert, opportunities are no longer important. You can still fight them on equal footing."

"Oh." Wang Yi replied, then immediately asked, "Then... can't you give me some special cultivation channels? Or special pills or something? As someone who has obtained this opportunity, shouldn't I get some benefits?"

The older man stared at Wang Yi: "Believe me, hiding is the best thing for you, and the greatest benefit. From now on, you must be careful of everyone, because even righteous cultivators might be planning to take the risk of refining you."

"I haven't refined you yet because my Dao heart is stable, but when I reach a bottleneck in my cultivation, my Dao heart may not be so stable anymore."

Wang Yi immediately thought of the 150-year-old man who was also mentoring newcomers.

The uncle then looked at Elsa, who was frozen in place: "Originally, we shouldn't have made Elsa, who lost her demon core and has karmic ties with the enemy, your master. Unfortunately, none of our previous tests showed that you possessed any special opportunities. Changing your master now is strange and may even lead to a new person in the know being drawn into the scheme."

At this moment, the man in the white coat behind the uncle said, "We noticed something unusual about you during the battle in the cafeteria. The demonic cultivators destroyed the cafeteria's recording equipment and blocked the ability to observe qi, so we didn't know the situation in the cafeteria at first."

"But after Elsa and the commander worked together to send the demonic cultivator out, our observation monk resumed surveillance of the dining hall. He saw your actions the whole time." He noticed it back then!
Wang Yi once again marveled at the incredible organization of the Imperial Observatory. You guys seem like oddities in this world where everyone's just a makeshift operation—oh, you really are oddities (cultivators), then never mind.

Uncle: "We destroyed all the records, and the observer who discovered your anomaly was transferred to the classified department and signed an oath that he could not reveal the truth until his death, unless the sacred artifact was destroyed."

"Everyone here has also made the same vow, and all the magical artifacts are kept in the secret vault of the Imperial Observatory. Moreover, we have a double guarantee: if the magical artifacts are destroyed, we will all die and become monsters."

strict!

The Imperial Observatory was both high and hard!
Wang Yi: "Then, how should I address you?"

“You can call me 301, which means I am the direct subordinate of the third of the Seven Sages. We are his private army.”

Wang Yi: "The Seven Sages are..."

Uncle 301: "You've seen John Wick, right? You remember the High Table, right? The High Table exists. Their new Duke is a master of cognitive warfare, so he created the John Wick series to cover up the real High Table."

"The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove were similar to the High Table Council, which was the highest decision-making body of the Imperial Observatory."

Wang Yi nodded, then asked a matter-of-fact question: "What is the relationship between the High Table Society and the Imperial Observatory?"

"That's a long story. Western civilization has a relatively short history. Before they even established their civilization, the Imperial Observatory sent cultivators to guard the Nine Cauldrons in the Western world. Later, as you know, a rebellion broke out, and many people left the human dimension protected by the Nine Cauldrons. Among them were many powerful figures from the Imperial Observatory."

"Faced with the attack from the demonic cultivators, the fragmented Imperial Observatory could only fight individually around the Nine Cauldrons. At that time, it was only thanks to the powerful suppressive effect of the Nine Cauldrons that the attack was blocked."

"Those centuries had a profound impact on human history. The destruction and huge casualties caused by demonic cultivators were disguised as the Black Death and the Yellow River changing its course."

Wait a minute! The Yellow River isn't being blamed for this! I was wrong, Mother River!
Uncle 301 stopped, and immediately a doctor in a white coat came up and handed him a bottle of water.

After finishing his water, the man continued, "Later, new powerful beings emerged, order was restored, and we discovered that the High Table appeared in the West and the Assassins appeared in the Middle East."

Assassins!
The man said, "They have improved their own cultivation system and established an organization, but our goal is the same as theirs: to protect the Nine Cauldrons and safeguard the human dimension, the only paradise."

Wang Yi: "Aren't there even better dimensions like the Heavenly Dao?"

Uncle—Number 301—shaked his head: “You’ll understand when you’re able to go to the Heavenly Path to carry out your mission. That’s all for the explanation—the time-stopping spell is about to expire. Remember, although we will help you cover up the fact that you possess a great opportunity, we’ve discovered it, and the demonic cultivators couldn’t possibly have been unaware.”

Your future is full of calamities.

"In reality, very few people destined for greatness can overcome all tribulations and achieve enlightenment. I hope you are the exception."

Wang Yi was startled: "What do you call me?"

“Chosen One, this is your code name.”

Wang Yi: "Am I a monkey?"

The female cultivator who had come with the older man chuckled.

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Yi seriously: "Aren't you a primate?"

Huh? It seems that's really the case.

At this moment, a monk said, "60 seconds!"

Uncle 301: "Retreat!"

Wang Yi: "Wait a minute, since all the machines are now producing false values, how am I supposed to find out the real values?"

The man turned around and said, "Don't test your real values ​​while we're away. Testing them could leak information. Wait for us to come find you! We'll create a growth curve based on your situation, and then inject you with the elixir when the time comes."

"20 seconds!"

The man and the others turned and walked toward the gate, which was quickly closed as if they had never been there.

Then time began to flow again.

Elsa exclaimed, "The machine must be broken! The people from the Gewusi will be here to fix it soon."

Yes, they will come to fix it.

About five minutes later, the monks from the Bureau of Gewu appeared, dressed in blue uniforms.

Five minutes later, the monk said, "The machine is indeed malfunctioning; it's a display bug."

Wang Yi heard a sigh of relief. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Pang Jianming just relaxing: "I knew it! I have a spiritual root of 78, and after cultivating for so long, I only have a Qi Sea of ​​1.8. How could he have reached 1.1 in just two days!"

Elsa whispered to Wang Yi, "Ignore him. He must be under a lot of pressure. He might turn into a demonic cultivator at any time."

Pang Jianming: "I heard you! Let me tell you, my Dao heart is perfectly stable!"

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