With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World

[No one knows where the so-called Zhurong Mountain Range truly lies.]

[Without a reference point, you also don’t know how much time has passed since your first life.]

[At twelve, the baptism begins.]

[When it’s over, you can’t sense the Spiritual Qi within. You surprisingly have no Spirit Root, and the hope you’ve been holding onto finally dies.]

[You were known within the tribe since childhood, praised as the future Sage and Priest of the tribe, but you have no Immortal Talent, and countless people begin to feel disappointed in you.]

[But you don’t care about their opinions.]

[At sixteen, your skill in selecting herbs equals that of the Priest.]

[At eighteen, your body tempering has achieved significant progress, and with the experience from your past life, you can already compare with other experienced Hunters who also have no Spirit Root.]

[At nineteen, the Priest still chooses you as his successor.]

[Even knowing that you have no Immortal Talent, he still imparts all the Cultivation Techniques of the Cyan Blue Tribe to you.]

The Priest holds a position similar to that of the Clan Leader in the tribe.

The Clan Leader is the leader and the strongest individual in the tribe.

The Priest, however, is the wisest person in the tribe.

The Priest’s responsibilities include communicating with the Ancestral Spirits, presiding over the baptism ceremonies, and handling herbs, medicine, education, and numerous other intricate matters.

It is thus that the Clan Leader can focus wholeheartedly on cultivation.

In large tribes with totems or Guardian Spirits, the status of a Priest is almost equivalent to that of a Clan Leader.

[The old Priest announced this decision.]

[There were few opposing voices, mostly concerned that your lack of a Spirit Root would shorten your life.]

[You devoted more of your energy to learning and identifying herbs.]

[At twenty, you fully accepted the entire inheritance of the tribe and could draw inferences from one thing to another.]

[Your wisdom often left the old Priest sighing countless times.]

[At twenty-one, your tribesmen spent a great deal to send you to the Red Mountain Tribe, a neighboring large tribe, to learn heritage knowledge.]

[The relationship between the Cyan Blue Tribe and the Red Mountain Tribe was profound; a century ago, they were part of the same tribe.]

[With a shared bloodline and the treasures offered by the Cyan Blue Tribe, the Red Mountain Tribe accepted you.]

[Your talent quickly impressed the Red Mountain Tribe’s Priest’s assistant, who recommended you to the Priest of the Red Mountain Tribe.]

[The Red Mountain Priest was amazed by your wisdom, though he deeply regretted learning you had no Immortal Talent.]

[Perhaps for this reason, he was willing to impart to you all knowledge except the core inherited Cultivation Techniques of the tribe.]

[At twenty-five, you did not accept the Red Mountain Priest’s invitation to stay and returned to the Cyan Blue Tribe.]

[In your previous life, the Changfeng Tribe was a large tribe of twenty thousand people, larger than the Red Mountain Tribe, but most of the knowledge you acquired back then was in identifying herbs.]

[Now, your gains are not any less than your first life.]

[At twenty-seven, the old Priest passed away, and you became the new Priest, the first in the history of the Cyan Blue Tribe without Immortal Talent.]

[Nonetheless, you understand Cultivation Techniques and can teach disciples with Immortal Talent.]

[You are the most learned individual in the entire tribe.]

[You summarize celestial phenomena, predicting the weather multiple times.]

[You search for beast traces, helping the tribe avoid devastating Great Demon Beasts.]

[You lead wolves to devour tigers, hunting beasts far stronger than the Clan Leader.]

[You take risks, persuading with emotion and benefits to acquire improved seeds from another large tribe.]

[No one dares to question you any more.]

[At forty, signs of aging have appeared on your face.]

[With the development over two generations and the inclusion of outsiders.]

[The tribe’s population has grown to three thousand.]

[However, among these three thousand, only a mere fifty or so have Immortal Talent.]

[Most are the few strong ones left after the Cyan Blue Tribe faced disaster, and some chose to leave the Cyan Blue Tribe.]

[Three thousand people supporting fifty, and yet the strongest Clan Leader is merely at the Third Realm, equivalent to Late-Stage Qi Refining.]

[You led the tribe’s migration, with the Clan Leader fully supporting you.]

[After ten years of surveying, you choose a safer location.]

[A year later, the tribe successfully migrates.]

[The tribe enters a phase of peaceful development, and while watching lively children, you feel as if you’ve returned to your previous life.]

[Spiritual Light flashes around you.]

[At fifty, you spent ten years combining dreams from the previous life of future mortal martial arts.]

[Developing a Body Refining Technique more suited for the Human Race’s cultivation.]

[Consulting with the Hunter Team, you create a Saber Technique targeting demons.]

[You name these the Cyan Blue Body Refining Skill and Demon-slaying Saber Technique.]

[The Cyan Blue Body Refining Skill requires fewer resources while being more meticulous, allowing some weaker tribesmen to practice it.]

Even ordinary people trying to temper their bodies need to eat more, especially demon beast meat.

But there’s never enough demon beast meat for a tribe, let alone that most are supplied to Cultivators.

So many tribesmen refining their bodies are essentially exhausting themselves and practicing with their lives.

[You did not choose to keep this technique a secret, but rather, you vigorously spread it, teaching it to all nearby tribes.]

[In no time, the name of the Cyan Blue Priest spread widely.]

[The fact that you lack Immortal Talent becomes a highlight of your story.]

[Currently, the major tribes are not in competition but in a helping relationship; when disasters struck, people from surrounding tribes also came to help.]

[Moreover, you hope for overall progress in the Human Race.]

[Simultaneously, spreading your techniques allows the Cyan Blue Tribe to receive more care from nearby tribes.]

[At sixty-one, most tribesmen do not live past this age, especially those who overexerted themselves dying before fifty.]

[You begin training the next Priest.]

[You choose a wise child with Immortal Talent and start teaching him knowledge.]

[At sixty-five, you combine information from dreams of the previous life.]

[You blend and boil herbs with complementary properties, turning them into pills with effects far more efficient than directly consuming Spirit Grass.]

[If the two techniques you spread fifteen years ago merely made you famous among nearby tribes, where the Human Race in the Tianwu Mountain Range had all heard of you.]

[Then the pill technique you now spread has caused a sensation among all the Human Race clans in the Tianwu Mountains.]

[Although your pill technique is applicable only to herbs with simple, basic properties.]

[It greatly increases resource utilization efficiency, allowing the Human Race to sacrifice less for more resources.]

[The name of Zhao Fu, the Cyan Blue Priest, begins to echo throughout the entire mountain range.]

[At eighty-two, you developed three refined pills for stopping bleeding, restoring Qi, and excitement burst.]

[You formally pass on your position to your most promising disciple, who is nearly forty years old, very mature, and a Cultivator, ensuring a lifespan of at least a century, already a qualified Priest.]

[You retire to focus all your energy on researching cultivation pills.]

[However, studying cultivation pills proves extremely challenging.]

[You recall your dreams from the previous life describing the future, seemingly having something called Alchemy Dao.]

[Cultivation pills were said to be perfected and widespread.]

[At ninety, you feel your body is still relatively robust.]

[After ninety years of development, the Cyan Blue Tribe has grown back to ten thousand, even slightly stronger than the Red Mountain Tribe.]

[Your fame has fermented, making you even more renowned.]

[You become synonymous with the Elder Scholar, with some large tribe Clan Leaders admitting their knowledge cannot match yours.]

[At ninety-one, outsiders come to deliver a message.]

[The Witch Race wants to summon you.]

"The Witch Race... finally meeting the Witch Race."

Jiang Ming is quite curious about this once powerful race now extinct in the River of Time.

[You are somewhat surprised; although the Witch Race is your protector, they’ve been indifferent to you for years, but now they wish to summon you.]

[With the protection of Cultivators in the tribe, you arrive at the Witch Clan Tribe...]