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

The cave was dimly lit and winding.

Every so often, multiple entrances to deeper caves appear. If someone enters for the first time, they can easily get lost in this maze-like cave structure and become trapped and die.

We wandered around inside the cave for nearly half an hour before our view finally opened up.

The group of people in red arrived at a very open space, a place resembling a grand hall, where flames were burning fiercely.

At the top of this space is a high platform that rises up a staircase. On the platform is a large stone chair that is covered by a red gauze curtain. You can vaguely see a figure with one leg crossed, half-lying on the stone chair.

"Reporting to Master, the eighteen youths you requested have been brought back! Should we proceed with their disposal now?"

As for his subordinates, the person on the stone chair slightly lifted a corner of the gauze curtain, glanced at the eighteen young men and women, including Jiang Yuchuan, who were bound hand and foot and placed to one side, and said in a calm tone:

"No rush, let's temporarily house the person in the stone vault."

"Yes!"

Just as the group of red-clad henchmen were about to carry the man away, the voice from the stone chair rang out again: "Wait a minute, where did you get that young man from?"

Before the words were finished, a long, thin, and unusually pale arm emerged from the gauze curtain, pointing directly at Jiang Yuchuan, who had just been hoisted up.

"Reporting to my master."

The subordinate who abducted Jiang Yuchuan from the inn answered truthfully: "This man came from the Great Qian Dynasty. He was discovered by one of my men not long after entering Luohe Town. My subordinate heard that he met the master's requirements and was handsome, so he went to abduct him for the master."

After a moment of silence, the person on the stone chair sat up straight and said in a low voice, "Who told you that I like handsome young men?"

"Subordinate, subordinate..."

Upon hearing the question, the subordinate immediately knelt down, buried his head deeply, his heart filled with panic, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

"Alright, this is the last time!"

The voice of the person on the stone chair rang out again, "Separate this person from the group and take him to my room later."

"Yes Yes!"

The kneeling subordinate breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to relax.

After leaving the main hall, Jiang Yuchuan was separated from the other seventeen boys and was carried along another path to a room with a fragrant aroma and fluttering gauze curtains, which looked like a woman's house.

After Jiang Yuchuan was brought into the house, he was thrown onto the soft cushion under the bed.

Jiang Yuchuan, left alone in the room, still showed no signs of waking up. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that although Jiang Yuchuan appeared no different from an ordinary person, a faint smile on his face revealed a subtle eeriness and stiffness.

A moment later, light footsteps were heard outside.

Just as the footsteps reached the door, another set of footsteps sounded in the distance.

"How did you come?"

The first to speak was the man who had just sat down on the stone chair at the head of the main hall.

"The boss asked me to remind you not to go too far."

The reply came from a woman with a soft voice, "The operation is imminent. If you delay the boss's long-planned scheme because of your personal reasons, the boss will not let you off easily."

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of those good-for-nothings sent by the court. They're just ordinary people I arrested, so they won't cause any trouble."

"The Great Yong Dynasty is currently preoccupied with its own problems and has no time to pursue a scourge like you. However, if the righteous sects of the martial arts world were to learn of your existence, they would certainly not let you off easily!"

"Do you think the Great Yong is the Great Qian? These so-called prestigious sects of the Great Yong are nothing but hypocrites who seek fame and fortune. Even if they really know of my existence, they will at most just send a few people over to investigate and make a show of it."

"You've thought things through quite thoroughly, but what if Yunshui Palace intervenes?"

After a brief silence, the man's voice rang out again:

"Yunshui Palace has been living in seclusion for decades, so why would they make an exception for someone as insignificant as me? Even if Yunshui Palace were to send people to ambush and kill me, it wouldn't matter. Yunshui Palace is located hundreds of miles away on the Tianshan Mountains, and it takes quite a journey to get here. I have arranged many spies in the nearby towns, so as soon as the disciples of Yunshui Palace arrive, I will be informed and can escape first."

This time, the woman remained silent, and the man asked, "How did the conversation between the boss and the crazy woman go? Did the crazy woman agree to the conditions the boss offered?"

The woman chuckled softly, "Of course I agreed. That madwoman has been consumed by hatred for years, and now that she has a good opportunity for revenge, she will agree even if it costs her a great deal."

The man sighed, "Women are truly terrifying. They can become so crazy for love! They can even use the village's sacred objects as bargaining chips."

The woman replied dismissively, "You can't generalize. Not all women are like that. Besides—how much better are you than her?"

Perhaps realizing she had spoken too seriously, the woman immediately added, "Alright. I've delivered the boss's message. Seeing that you're alright, I'll go back and report."

Without waiting for the man's reply, the woman turned and left. Only after her footsteps had disappeared for a long time did the man push open the door and leave the house.

The man, dressed in a red gauze robe with most of his chest exposed, wore a half-mask, but his gloomy and ferocious expression could still be glimpsed from the exposed lower half of his face.

"You bitch! You think you can boss people around just because you slept with the boss! -- Hmph! We'll settle this score with you slowly after I've mastered my skills!"

After a fit of rage, the man calmed down a bit and turned his gaze to Jiang Yuchuan, who was lying on the soft cushion.

The man walked to Jiang Yuchuan's side, squatted down, reached out and pinched Jiang Yuchuan's face, examining him carefully for a moment.

Such a face is indeed rare in the world.

The more he looked, the more intense the jealousy burned in his heart.

"Why is Heaven so unfair! If only I had such a handsome appearance!"

The man's gaze at Jiang Yuchuan gradually shifted from sinister to infatuated. "Yes, such a handsome face should be mine!"

She then released her hand and gently stroked Jiang Yuchuan's cheek, as if she had already regarded Jiang Yuchuan as her own possession.

However, in the next instant, the man's gaze suddenly changed, and he instantly grabbed Jiang Yuchuan's wrist—

"Strange! How can there be no pulse!"

This situation can only mean that the person lying in front of him is already dead.

However, this had never happened before.

His men didn't dare disobey his orders, let alone have the guts to bring a dead man back to him.

Just as the man was wondering, Jiang Yuchuan, who was lying on the cushion, quickly turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a few breaths, to the man's astonishment, he transformed from a living person into a gray-green wooden sculpture.

The man was shocked. Realizing that what he was seeing was not an illusion, he immediately jumped up and tried to escape the house.

But as soon as he took a step, he found that he could no longer move an inch, and his whole body was frozen in place as if he had been paralyzed.

At the same time, the man noticed fluctuations in the space in front of him, and then a boy who looked exactly like the wooden sculpture lying on the cushion slowly appeared before him.