Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

"Be honest with your master."

In the Caotian Sect, the Sect Master of Caotian Sect stood sternly on Zhao Yishi's shoulder and leaned to look at him, "Did you or did you not take Ji Taiping's entry jade slip?"

"Rest assured."

"Whether you took it or not, your master would never ask you to hand it over. What falls into your hands is your fate, how could it be easily handed over just because of Ji Taiping."

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"But you should at least let your master know whether you are in the right or wrong, shouldn't you?"

"I didn't take it."

Like a giant standing in the back mountains of Caotian Sect, Zhao Yishi shook his head and said in a deep voice, "When I got to Kai Mountain City, I ate some rabbit meat and then Bai Yi brought me to Qiu Yuan City, I didn't take anything."

"The rabbit meat was pretty good."

"Hmm."

The Caotian Sect Master nodded in understanding, it wasn't surprising that the entry jade slip was likely in Chen Qiu's possession, because otherwise Chen Qiu wouldn't have had to flee the scene.

This kid is quite kind-hearted.

To think of taking Zhao Yishi along while fleeing, but... with Zhao Yishi's build, it's a case of 'you can run away from the monk, but not from the temple'.

After roughly understanding what had happened, he looked towards the Sect Master, who was standing mid-air outside the Mountain Gate gate, and declared loudly.

"The Sect Master here has inquired with the disciple, and he did not take your so-called entry jade slip."

"This is the explanation for you."

"Even children know to report to the government when they lose something; you should try asking them, and let them help you look for it."

"Regarding your desire to investigate the disciple's Tao Foundation, that is even more preposterous. The Ji Family might be strong, but here at the Caotian Sect, it isn't just the younger generation of disciples who are lacking, the Supreme Elder hasn't passed away yet."

"..."

With a dark expression, Ji Taiping stood outside the Mountain Gate of the Caotian Sect, feeling the might emanating from the Mountain Protection Array, he turned and walked away without saying a word.

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Meanwhile—

In a canyon in Xuzhou.

Chen Qiu, sitting cross-legged on a rock, had finished absorbing all of the remaining fifty-nine Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pills, and his Cultivation Progress had reached the fifth layer of the Foundation Establishment Stage at 29%, only then did he perform introspection on those over two hundred people confined in the disciple dormitory of the small world.

By tonight.

This batch of people could produce a large amount of Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pills again.

The plan conceived by Liu Zide was truly excellent; no matter how many Spirit Stones there were, at most, they would lay down a Spirit Gathering Array to accelerate the absorption of Spiritual Energy, but it definitely couldn't match the speed and dominance of the Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pills in elevating Cultivation.

So many Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pills could significantly accelerate his Cultivation increase.

Just now, it had given him a semblance of security.

Just waiting for nightfall.

Upon receiving the remaining batch of Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pills, he could then break through to the sixth layer of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Meanwhile, Fat Long had caught several plump yellow fish in a stream and was continually flipping them over a campfire, the smoky aroma wafting through, greatly stimulating one's appetite.

Chen Qiu didn't hold back.

He immediately stopped cultivating, glanced at the sunlight obscured by clouds, stood up, sat beside the campfire, took a piece of the fish, blew on it to cool it down, and then brought it to his mouth.

"Hmm?"

Chen Qiu, who just wanted a taste of something mundane, was surprised as the fish's flesh slid into his mouth; its silky texture and plump flesh burst on his palate with a slightly burnt and spicy flavor.

Truly delicious.

He had tasted the roasted rabbit prepared by Fat Long, and it was just mediocre, barely edible.

But the delectable taste of this fish had nothing to do with Fat Long's culinary skills; it was solely because the yellow fish's flesh was plump and delicious.

"How is it?"

Fat Long, quite pleased with himself, grabbed a plump yellow fish skewered on a stick, took a big bite, and then said contentedly, "The yellow fish in this stream are probably so big because there are no human activities nearby."

"And they're boneless too, just a sprinkle of seasoning makes them indescribably perfect."

"Indeed."

Chen Qiu nodded and was about to take another bite when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a yellow fish energetically leaping out of the water in the periphery of his vision.

Once, twice, three times.

As if it never tired.

And this peculiar scene also caught Chen Qiu's attention. He walked to the edge of the stream, squatting down to carefully observe the fish. Its entire body was covered in gorgeous scales, yellow mixed with some milky white.

And not a single scale was damaged; truly a rare and plump yellow fish.

Upon Chen Qiu's approach, the fish stopped jumping out of the water, instead swimming upstream only to return in front of him and leap again, then continued moving against the current.

After repeating this four or five times,

Chen Qiu understood, raising an eyebrow in mild surprise, "Can a yellow fish also possess Spiritual Wisdom? I feel like this fish is guiding us, suggesting we follow it upstream?"

"Is that so?"

Fat Long, squatting beside him, smacked his lips, "I think it's saying it's the fattest and tastiest, asking us to eat it first."

"Scholar, where does this small stream originate?"

"The stream originates from underground water flowing out of the mountain; I'm not sure about further upstream."

"Let's go and have a look. Scholar, you stay here. Let your brother come with me. We're free anyway," Chen Qiu always felt the little yellow fish was showing them the way, and when he thought about the proverb of the fish leaping over the dragon gate, it felt like some kind of fortuitous encounter.

It would be a pity to miss it.

With the Scholar's brother accompanying them, even if they encountered any danger, they could return instantly.

...

Thus, the three of them followed the little fish and headed upstream against the current, soon reaching a small waterfall about three to four feet high in the canyon, taller than a person, with a dark pool below it.