Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

Hua Sheng glanced at Cheng Song speechlessly, "What time is it? You still have the mind to talk about this? If we don't hurry up, we might be swept into the sea by this tsunami and become fish food!"

"I'm just standing up for the villagers in the fishing village!"

Cheng Song kept talking, but his running speed was not slow at all. "Every year, the villagers of the fishing village eat and drink well and worship that so-called dragon god with utmost piety. Now the fishing village has encountered such a great calamity, and the place where the calamity occurred is precisely the sea area under the jurisdiction of that dragon god. No matter how you look at it, it is somewhat ironic!"

In Cheng Song's view, if they were to suddenly encounter such a powerful tsunami, not to mention the ordinary people who were not skilled in martial arts, even martial artists like himself who were skilled in lightness skills might not be able to escape unscathed.

The complaints about the dragon are simply using it as an outlet for emotions, venting their frustration at being subjected to this undeserved disaster on the Dragon Festival.

The tsunami swept towards the shore at an extremely fast speed. From the moment it was discovered to the moment people fled for their lives, it reached the shore in almost a few breaths.

At this moment, apart from martial artists with superb lightness skills, the vast majority of ordinary people, and even those from the fishing village, had not escaped.

Once the tsunami hits the shore, the fate of these thousands of civilians is unimaginable.

Just then, the village chief, who was mixed in with the crowd, suddenly stopped running, turned around, and knelt down with a "plop" facing the direction of the Wuhui Sea. His voice was filled with sorrow and sincerity as he pleaded and cried out:

"Lord Dragon King! Please, please show your power and save our village! If we have done anything wrong, please forgive us for all the years we have worshipped you! Even if you must punish us, please punish me alone!"

After seeing the old village chief plead and repeatedly kowtow to the overwhelming tsunami, the remaining villagers were moved by his actions. They all gave up trying to escape and knelt down with him, facing the tsunami, kowtowing repeatedly and pleading with the dragon.

"Foolishness!"

"He's truly beyond redemption!"

"What kind of time is this to be praying to that ethereal dragon? I think these villagers really don't want to live anymore!"

The remaining tourists were not as devout in their belief in the dragon as the villagers, so they did not stop their escape and felt deeply puzzled and contemptuous of the villagers' behavior.

But the next moment, something shocking and unbelievable happened right before everyone's eyes.

Just as the towering, hundred-foot-high wave reached the shore and was about to crash down, engulfing the entire fishing village and the people who had not yet escaped, a dazzling golden beam of light suddenly burst forth from the Shenlong Temple.

The beam of light shot straight into the sky, and in an instant, it transformed into a huge golden dragon phantom!

As soon as the golden dragon appeared, it immediately flew to the top of the towering wave, which was hundreds of feet high, and kept circling and dancing.

As the golden dragon danced, large golden specks of light fell like snowflakes onto the giant waves.

The once unstoppable giant wave miraculously came to a standstill.

"It's the Dragon King of the Sea!!"

"The Dragon King of the Sea has appeared!!!"

"I knew the Dragon King of the Sea would never abandon us!"

The appearance of the golden dragon and its act of stopping the giant wave brought tears of joy to the villagers who were already prostrating themselves. They kowtowed even more forcefully, and many villagers were unaware that their heads were bleeding from the effort.

The remaining tourists who were running at full speed stopped in their tracks the moment the golden dragon appeared, staring in disbelief at the miracle.

"This, how is this possible?!"

"Could the legends of the dragon be true?!"

"The dragon really exists! This world is probably about to change drastically!!"

Some tourists were speechless with shock at the appearance of the dragon, while others knelt down with the villagers and kowtowed to the golden dragon.

Having already left the crowd far behind and escaped to a relatively safe location, Qi Changqing steadied himself on the canopy of a tall tree, staring in shock at the golden dragon swirling above the giant wave, the words Jiang Yuchuan had once told him resurfacing in his mind.

Lu Yang, held tightly in his arms, widened his eyes, pointed at the golden dragon high in the air, and shouted excitedly:

"Master, look! There really are dragons in this world! Dragons are so majestic and powerful!"

Not far from the two, Cheng Song and Hua Sheng also turned around in disbelief to look at the scene that they would remember for a lifetime and forever etch in their memories.

"Am I hallucinating, or is everything I'm seeing a dream? God, god, dragons really exist?!"

Cheng Song immediately slapped himself, and with a cry of "Ouch!", a burning pain shot through the half of his face that had been slapped.

"I'm not dreaming!!"

Cheng Song stared blankly at the giant waves and golden dragon in the distance, then remembered the disrespectful words he had just spoken to the dragon, and a sense of guilt and panic welled up in his heart.

"Great Dragon Lord, you surely won't mind the nonsense uttered by a nobody like me..."

Time passes little by little.

The golden dragon phantom fixed the giant wave at the shore, preventing it from advancing further, but it also did not make it recede.

Soon people noticed that the light emanating from the golden dragon was growing weaker and weaker, and the giant waves that had been held in place began to surge again, seemingly about to break free from the dragon's grasp and crash onto the shore once more.

"Go for it, Lord Sea Dragon King!"

This time, the villagers were not frightened away. Instead, they looked at the golden dragon in mid-air with piety and determination, as if they were determined to live and die with the dragon.

Just as everyone was looking at Jinlong with worried expressions, wondering whether to continue running away or stay, a sudden change occurred!

A dazzling cyan light flew down from the sky and shot into the body of the golden dragon.

With the blessing of this azure light, the golden dragon phantom suddenly became incredibly solid, indistinguishable from a living dragon.

The golden dragon roared furiously, gathering all its strength, and lashed out with its tail at the giant wave, instantly changing the wave's direction.

Seeing the giant wave change direction and rush into the depths of the No Return Sea, everyone's hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, finally relaxed. Then, a loud and enthusiastic cheer erupted, with people shouting, "Long live the Sea Dragon King!"

After the giant wave receded, the golden dragon that had been hovering in mid-air slowly shrank its size, eventually transforming into a blurry blue human figure.

The villagers were familiar with this figure, as almost everyone had dreamt of him. Therefore, they all regarded this figure as the human form of the Sea Dragon King.

Just as the villagers and other believers of the dragon were devoutly worshipping the figure, Qi Changqing, in the distance, stared intently at the figure floating in mid-air, a look of surprise on his face.

"--gentlemen?!"

Although he couldn't see the figure's face clearly, Qi Changqing, who had spent so much time with Zeng Jiangyuchuan, recognized the figure's identity at a glance from his figure and clothing.

Could it be that you are the legendary dragon in person?

Recalling the moments he shared with Jiang Yuchuan, and considering the scene he was witnessing now, Qi Changqing felt increasingly certain that this was possible.

Like Qi Changqing, Yan Guang, who was hiding not far away, also noticed something unusual about this figure.

"Strange. This Dragon Lord looks somewhat like Young Master Jiang..."

The figure that the golden dragon conjured did not stay for long; after a few breaths, it slowly dissipated into the air.

After the great crisis subsided, all the tourists who had escaped the fishing village rushed back along the same route at the same speed, heading straight for the Shenlong Temple.

After witnessing the dragon's manifestation, everyone present became a fanatical believer in the dragon.

In the eyes of these people, all the gods they had worshipped before were no match for the dragon at this moment.

After all, the dragon truly helps believers when they are in danger! While the other gods comfortably enjoy their offerings and incense, they have never helped them in the slightest.

When comparing the two, the question of which to believe in becomes obvious.

……

It wasn't until late at night that the crowd worshipping the dragon gradually dispersed.

After the fishing village's Shenlong Temple had completely quieted down, a furtive figure leaped over.

The visitor was none other than Cheng Song, who had spoken disrespectfully to the dragon during the day.

Cheng Song cautiously and guiltily entered the Dragon Temple, knelt before the dragon statue, clasped his hands together in prayer, and murmured softly:

"My Lord Dragon, I am ignorant and foolish, and I failed to recognize a true immortal. I have been disrespectful to you during the day, and I hope you will forgive me. I may have been a bit rude, but I have never done anything wrong! My Lord Dragon, please forgive my transgressions this time. I will surely be a devout follower of you from now on!"

After finishing his prayers, Cheng Song lit three incense sticks and respectfully placed them in the incense burner. He only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing all three sticks burning properly.

But when Cheng Song was about to leave, he found that Hua Sheng had appeared behind him at some point.

"Senior brother? You, how did you get here?"

Cheng Song looked embarrassed, his cheeks turning slightly red.

Hua Sheng said with a smile, "So that's why you suddenly changed your mind and decided to stay overnight in this fishing village. It turns out you're apologizing for what you said during the day."

Seeing that his little scheme had been exposed, Cheng Song simply gave up and replied helplessly, "There's nothing I can do about it. Who told the Divine Dragon to truly exist! I'm just a mere mortal, how could I dare offend an immortal!"

"You!"

Hua Sheng smiled and shook his head, then glanced at the statue inside the Shenlong Temple.

In fact, he still found the dragon's appearance during the day somewhat unimaginable and unbelievable.

Although he has never denied the existence of immortals, in his view, immortals may have existed thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago, but they should have disappeared by this time.

Places like the Valley of Burial Immortals should be proof that immortals existed and then disappeared.

But who could have imagined that this dragon, which had almost never appeared in any ancient books, would be the first to manifest itself before people?

Then Hua Sheng thought of another problem.

Where do these so-called immortals come from?

Was he born with the body of an immortal, or did he cultivate it later in life?

If it is cultivated later in life, then why have we never heard of any secret methods or techniques for becoming an immortal?

"Senior brother, what are you thinking about?"

Cheng Song saw Hua Sheng staring intently at the statue in the temple and immediately showed a curious expression.

"nothing."

Hua Sheng shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. "Let's go, it's getting late, we have to set off early tomorrow morning."

"Ok."

Cheng Song pursed his lips and followed Hua Sheng toward the fishing village.

Not long after the two left, another blue figure appeared in front of the Shenlong Temple without anyone noticing.

The visitor was Qi Changqing, who had also chosen to stay overnight in the fishing village.

After Hua Sheng and Cheng Song walked away, Qi Changqing turned around and entered the Shenlong Temple.

Qi Changqing looked up at the dragon sculpture and recalled the scene he had witnessed during the day.

"Sir, is that really you?"

In fact, ever since he achieved the Grandmaster realm and gained a deeper understanding of martial arts, he began to have doubts about Jiang Yuchuan's identity.

Qi Changqing raised his hand and pressed it against his chest, vaguely touching the jade pendant that Jiang Yuchuan had personally given him on his birthday.

Over the years, this jade pendant has saved his life more than once.

Without this jade pendant, he would probably have died countless times already.

Neither grandmasters nor those who have reached the Innate Realm, which has been uncharted for a long time, possess the means to create this jade pendant.

After years of covert investigation, Qi Changqing can say with absolute certainty that this jade pendant could not possibly have been made by an ordinary person.

But no matter what the gentleman's status is, his feelings and respect for him will never change.

It was thanks to the appearance of this doctor that he had the opportunity to change his destiny, growing from an ordinary mountain village boy into the 'miracle doctor' known to the world today.

Compared to these empty titles, he would much rather be able to stay by his husband's side, even if it was just serving him tea and water, he would be more than happy to do so.

Unfortunately, it was all just wishful thinking on his part...

Moved by the scene and lost in memories of the past, Qi Changqing did not notice a small figure secretly peeking inside the entrance of the Shenlong Temple.

Or rather, he had noticed it long ago, but simply didn't pay any attention to it.

Lu Yang, who was peeking from the doorway, stared for a while longer. When he saw that Qi Changqing still didn't make any move, he immediately looked puzzled.

In the past, his master would have noticed him and called him in long ago, but for some reason, his master didn't move at all today.

Lu Yang decided to take the initiative and tiptoed into the temple.

"Master, what are you thinking about?"

Qi Changqing withdrew his gaze and looked down at the young Lu Yang standing beside him, as if he were looking at his childhood self from Jiang Yuchuan's perspective. He couldn't help but smile.

"I'm thinking of a very impressive gentleman."

"Is this the Mr. Jiang that Master once mentioned to me?"

Lu Yang raised his head and asked with an innocent look on his face.

"Yes, it is Mr. Jiang."

Qi Changqing smiled, took Lu Yang's hand, and turned to step out of the Shenlong Temple.

The soft moonlight cast long, long shadows of the two figures, one tall and one short.