I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Du Youqian had long intended for Fang Simin to establish a Cultivation Clan in the future.

Now that Fang Simin had brought it up herself, he simply went with the flow and agreed.

As for where Fang Simin planned to establish her clan, he wasn’t the Fang Family’s nanny, so naturally, he wouldn’t worry about it.

He would just wait for Fang Simin to make a decision and inform him.

If she needed to borrow some Spirit Stones or Spiritual Jade from him, that wouldn’t be a big problem either.

In any case, his investment in Fang Simin had already yielded rich returns.

The Seven Transition Celestial Dance Scripture, all the way up to the Core Formation section, had been almost completely restored.

A high-level Cultivation Technique like this, one without too many strings attached, would be useful in future reincarnations even if he didn’t practice it now.

For instance, if he didn’t want to join any Sect after reincarnating, he absolutely could not practice Cultivation Techniques like the Crimson Scripture of Profound Mystery and Spiritual Mechanism or the Red Phoenix General’s Qi Circulation Technique.

Otherwise, did he really think the people of the Holy Blood Sect would just stand by and watch their Sect’s Foundation Technique be leaked without taking action?

Flaying, dismembering, and turning souls into lamps—nothing would be off the table.

Fang Simin’s departure was just a small interlude, as unremarkable as her arrival by Du Youqian’s side years ago.

Du Youqian’s life didn’t change much.

Every three days, he would place Little Wukong on his shoulder, go to the Eight Desolates Hall to check in, and leave once his shift was over.

Little Wukong adapted quickly to the environment. It also remembered Du Youqian’s instructions and warnings, learning to hide itself.

It always watched everything around it with curious eyes, quietly and unobtrusively.

Du Youqian didn’t dare underestimate its intelligence.

Little Wukong understood human language one hundred percent; it just couldn’t speak it yet.

If one day, as it grew older, its Cultivation naturally progressed and it suddenly spoke fluent human language, Du Youqian wouldn’t be surprised at all.

Soon, Du Youqian had been stationed at the Eight Desolates Hall for two full years.

Over on Luo Jinyu’s side, the Core Formation Celestial Phenomenon also seemed to be nearing its end. Success or failure would likely be determined within a few months.

"What? Wandering Dragon is about to go garrison the Desolate Abyss? Then again, it’s his turn. I remember it was supposed to be his turn decades ago, but he used the excuse of needing to consolidate his Cultivation and delayed it until now."

On this day, Meng Xiao came to report to Du Youqian.

Ever since Gu Xiaofang fell into a coma and Luo Jinyu went into seclusion to attempt Core Formation, Meng Xiao had been responsible for reporting the latest intelligence to Du Youqian.

Meng Xiao said, "My lord, there is another matter. Yin Ruozhen of the Taihe Sect will also be going to garrison the Desolate Abyss during this rotation."

"That’s not surprising. They’re Dao Companions, after all." Du Youqian thought for a moment and didn’t see any issue.

However, out of caution, he still took out three copper coins and performed a divination.

Seeing the results of the hexagram, his brow furrowed deeply.

"Their trip to the Desolate Abyss may trigger some kind of disturbance there."

Meng Xiao asked in surprise, "What kind of disturbance?"

Du Youqian shook his head. "I’m just performing a Divination, I’m not a prophet. Besides, they should know some methods to conceal heavenly secrets. My Divination can only be a reference; it can’t be completely trusted."

That’s what he said, but Du Youqian believed that with his Divination Art, enhanced by the Great Divine Ability of "Knowing the Celestial Mandate," it would be impossible for Wandering Dragon and Yin Ruozhen to completely deceive him unless they reached Tier Four.

He paused, his expression turning grave. "You don’t think... if Wandering Dragon and Yin Ruozhen are truly colluding with the Demon Race, could they tamper with things in the Desolate Abyss and release the zombified remains of the Demon Kings, or even Demon Emperors, to wreak havoc upon the world?"

Meng Xiao hesitated. "Well, that is indeed a possibility. However, not all the corpses in the Desolate Abyss have turned into zombies, have they? If they’re just ordinary corpses, they shouldn’t pose much of a threat."

"Besides, zombies are the enemy of all living things. Even the Demon Race can’t expect zombies to give them special treatment on account of their former race."

"This won’t do. I have to go talk to Elder Shi."

Du Youqian hurried out the door.

It had been nearly thirty years since he reached Core Formation, but he had never spoken privately with Supreme Elder Shi Shentong.

On one hand, he didn’t know what he would even say to Shi Shentong. He was also worried that the man—over five hundred years old and said to be one of only two Golden Core Perfection Cultivators in the entire Nine Countries of Momenan Desert—might discover something amiss about him.

On the other hand, Shi Shentong was a recluse who rarely received visitors.

Du Youqian had assumed that he wouldn’t be able to see Shi Shentong so easily this time.

Unexpectedly, when he was outside Shi Shentong’s cave residence and asked a disciple on miscellaneous duty to announce him, the disciple actually said, "The Supreme Elder has given an order: if Master You De wishes to see him, there is no need for an announcement. You may enter directly."

’Do I really have that much clout?’

Du Youqian himself was a bit stunned.

The disciple led him into the cave residence and to a garden. In the garden were several neat vegetable plots where some Spirit Rice and other Spirit Plants were growing.

In a corner of the garden was a pond. By its edge, Supreme Elder Shi Shentong, dressed like an old farmer and wearing a worn, ordinary conical hat, sat quietly fishing.

It was impossible to say how long he had been fishing, but in any case, the fish basket beside him was completely empty.

"Greetings, Elder Shi." Du Youqian stopped ten paces away from him and bowed.

"Master You De, no need for such formalities. Come, sit here by this old man." Shi Shentong didn’t turn to look at him, his tone casual as he extended the invitation.

Du Youqian didn’t feel slighted. He did as he was told, walking to the edge of the pond and sitting down three feet away from Shi Shentong.

"Master You De, do you have some business with this old man?" Shi Shentong asked, taking the initiative.

Du Youqian wasn’t familiar with Shi Shentong and didn’t want to beat around the bush or exchange pleasantries. He got straight to the point: "Immortal Carefree is about to head to the Desolate Abyss, and his Dao Companion, Master Yin Ruozhen of the Taihe Sect, will be going with him. I cast a hexagram, and the result was not good. It implies that their trip to the Desolate Abyss might lead them to do something detrimental to our Human Race."

Shi Shentong didn’t seem surprised, saying lightly, "Elder Chen also cast a hexagram. It predicted that for the next ten years, the Desolate Abyss will be calm and peaceful, an exceedingly auspicious sign."

Du Youqian fell silent.

Shi Shentong chuckled. "Don’t underestimate Elder Chen’s Divination Art. Nine times out of ten, the results of his divinations are the exact opposite of reality. No one can say his art is poor; it all depends on how you interpret his hexagrams. In fact, this old man believes Elder Chen is the most accurate divination master in our sect. Hmm, perhaps on par with you."

Du Youqian understood. "So, you’re saying that you also believe something major is going to happen in the Desolate Abyss, Elder Shi."

"That’s right. I’m afraid a crisis really will occur in the Desolate Abyss," Shi Shentong said. "However, the ones to cause it won’t necessarily be Immortal Carefree or Master Yong Zhen. They are pillars of the Human Race, and Immortal Carefree is a True Inheritor of our sect. Without concrete evidence, we shouldn’t harbor baseless suspicions."

Du Youqian had already guessed that Shi Shentong would not easily permit an investigation into Wandering Dragon.

He wasn’t surprised by this outcome, just a little disappointed.

"I was speculating that Wandering Dragon and Yin Ruozhen might awaken the zombified Demon Race members in the Desolate Abyss, posing a threat to us. But since you have already considered this, Elder Shi, I will say no more. Elder Shi, this subordinate asks for leave to depart."

With that, Du Youqian made to stand up.

"Don’t be in such a hurry to leave," Shi Shentong stopped him. "Let’s talk a little more."

Du Youqian hesitated for a moment before sitting back down, curious to hear what else Shi Shentong had to say.

"Truthfully, this old man has wanted to chat with you for a long time. I even instructed the disciples on miscellaneous duty that if you came, they were to bring you directly to me. I just don’t know why, in these past twenty-plus years, you never once came to find me." At this moment, Shi Shentong was like a doddering old farmer, rambling to a junior, without any of the presence of a Core Formation Master.

However, his appearance and manner put Du Youqian much more at ease.

"What guidance does Elder Shi have for me?"

Shi Shentong still didn’t turn around. His bobber dipped and rose as the gentle breeze rippled the water’s surface. "Every True Disciple is a foundation of the Sect. In the future, when we old folks are gone, the affairs of the Sect, big and small, will ultimately be for you to decide. But there are many old rules from the past that you don’t understand, things that can’t be discussed openly, things that can only be done but not spoken of. You are all still ignorant of them."

Shi Shentong continued in a slow, measured tone, "There are also things that are too secret to be written down and can only be passed on by word of mouth. So, why didn’t you come looking for this old man sooner? I have waited for you for over twenty years. Wandering Dragon and Nong Jiasong both ran to me right after becoming True Inheritors, begging this old man to tell them the secrets that are only passed down orally among True Inheritors."

Du Youqian unconsciously straightened his back. "Then, Elder Shi... did you tell them?"

Shi Shentong finally turned his head. He smiled at Du Youqian from under his conical hat, his dark, rough, farmer-like face showing a hint of smugness. "What do you think?"