Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

"You have successfully passed the third level."

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These words emerged in Chen Qiu's mind, signifying that he had successfully passed the third level of the Magic Practitioner's inheritance trial.

The Magic Practitioner's inheritance trial consists of a total of five levels.

At this moment, having passed three levels, he was only two away from obtaining the Magic Practitioner's inheritance.

"Phew..."

Chen Qiu's expression was firm and serious as he took a deep breath, ready to face the unknown challenges of the fourth level. He had a premonition that this would be his closest reach to the Magic Practitioner's inheritance yet.

He had already passed the first three levels.

No matter what trump cards he needed to play for these last two levels, he must pass them; otherwise, his journey would have been in vain.

...

"Ah..."

Fat Long, somewhat bored, was lying in a rocking chair at the Mountain Gate of Chao Tian Sect, chewing on a piece of grass, and gazing at the chaotic sky above as he mused, "Is the Magic Practitioner's inheritance so time-consuming? Brother Qiu still hasn't come out."

"There are only five days left until the Heavenly Pride Leaderboard begins."

"If Brother Qiu is any later, he might really have to wait for next year's Heavenly Pride Leaderboard."

"Actually, I think waiting until next year is not bad. By then, Brother Qiu will definitely have reached Golden Core, and no matter which of those Heavenly Prides, it will all be a breeze for him, don't you think?"

He turned his head to look at the scholar, attempting to get a response.

Ever since the scholar touched the Sword Bone, he had stayed by its side for days, regardless of eating or sleeping, acting as if in a trance and constantly mumbling about having enlightenment and realizations.

It was unclear what exactly he had understood.

Thus, only the scholar could keep him company for a chat. But... that guy was indeed reticent, not uttering a word no matter how hard Fat Long tried to make conversation.

"Right."

Fat Long suddenly remembered something, turned over in his chair, and looked at the scholar with curiosity: "We've been together for so long now, yet I still don't know your name."

"How should I address you?"

However, as expected, the reply was still the scholar's silence.

"..."

Fat Long lay back in the rocking chair with resignation and said to himself, "Forget it. If you don't want to say it, that's fine. Actually, I'm curious about something."

"If—"

"You were sitting in the position of the State Preceptor of Da Xia Country, and you also possessed the entry 'nonsensical', what kind of lie would you weave to deceive the world?"

"This lie would surely be agreed upon by many, even some Cultivators with high Cultivation levels would recognize it."

"So in Da Xia, what consensus could match such a grand deceit?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"For instance, that Da Xia is not actually a cage? Are the Golden Core Peak Sword Cultivators sent out to investigate merely figments? No, that piece of news isn't widely known; its spread isn't extensive enough."

"Is there anything more widespread?"

Fat Long lay self-entertained in the rocking chair, chewing on grass, lost in thoughts. With no demons or female cultivators around, and unable to cultivate further, he could only let his imagination wander.

Just then—

"Yes."

The usually silent scholar sitting beside him suddenly spoke up in a deep voice: "For example, that Da Xia Country has no State Preceptor at all."

"What nonsense?"

Fat Long gave the scholar an annoyed look: "Da Xia Country..."

But he quickly froze in place and sat up in the rocking chair to ponder: this could indeed be considered a colossal lie. Everyone in the world knew that Da Xia had a State Preceptor, but in truth, if Da Xia had none, would that count as a world-deceiving lie?

After pondering seriously for a long time, he suddenly slapped his forehead and lay back down in the rocking chair.

"Forget it."

"Let's leave those questions for Brother Qiu to think about, and instead think about what to have for dinner tonight."

"I feel like having some noodles."

"Hey!"

Fat Long immediately got up and scampered excitedly toward the Chao Tian Sect, saying, "You know, I'm really good at making noodles. Just you wait!"

...

"The fourth level, Trial of the Heart."

"A qualified Magic Practitioner, even at the lowest point, can find the determination to stand up again."

"You will lose all memories and revert to the lowest commoner in the Cultivation World. If you break through to the first level of Foundation Establishment within a year in your dream, you will succeed in the trial."

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The voice echoed in his mind in an instant.

Chen Qiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the sea surface, clutching a Spirit Stone to recover his Spiritual Energy, had no time to say anything more; he suddenly collapsed, his eyes vacant, and lay flat on the sea surface.

The Immortal-like elder standing in the air looked at Chen Qiu without sorrow or joy. Your next read is at empire

In one's life, there are many opportunities.

Not a single Golden Core cultivator who has climbed up from the bottom would guarantee that, even if they could do it all over again, they would still be able to cultivate to the Golden Core Stage. There are just too many chances along the path of cultivation.

Any Golden Core cultivator who has climbed up from the bottom has been through countless fortuitous encounters to get to where they are now.

But...

If they had to do it all over again, how many could reach the same position?

The elder in the air fell silent, not speaking, just quietly observing Chen Qiu lying on the sea surface below. It was evident that Chen Qiu, unlike the previous challenger, had no family background or power.

No one had told him how to pass the trial.

Nobody had prepared treasures for the corresponding levels.

He had simply relied on his own bit of luck to emerge from obscurity and smoothly pass the first three levels. But if he were to revert to a commoner again, could he still stand up?

With that—

He waved his hand, and the scenes from Chen Qiu's experiences in the dream rapidly unfolded in the air.