The Undying Immortal System

Dressed as an important prince of a powerful nation, I strode confidently through the streets of Lushan City, capital of the Proud Mountain Kingdom, vassal to the Rising Sun Empire. Whenever anyone looked in my direction, they quickly averted their eyes and hurried away, not wanting to offend someone too far above their station.

The attention this drew was a bit of a problem. A proud prince such as I should not be seen walking around like a mere commoner, but there was nothing to be done about it. I just needed to reach my destination before my continued presence became an issue.

I was putting on this display because I didn’t want to walk into the Su Clan as Su Fang, a disgraced and escaped former disciple. I wanted to enter as someone they would take seriously from the start, someone who all the elders would have to kowtow before. By presenting myself as the descendant of a powerful clan, I would be able to apply pressure from not only myself but also from an influential unknown entity far beyond their reach.

However, I couldn’t just fabricate a brand-new identity out of whole cloth. They had truth stones, so if I walked in and said that I was the son of Sovereign Ning ZeKun, they would instantly know that it was a lie. I needed to give them a ‘truth’ that hid the truth.

To prepare for this deception, I read through dozens of books on the political landscape of the areas surrounding the Wastes that I had stashed away in my mental library at one point or another. In one of these books, I found detailed information about the Rising Sun Empire. This empire was one of the major powers that bordered the Wastes, and from past experiences, I had good reason to suspect that it was the Su Clan’s primary backer.

Importantly, this book didn’t just list the empire’s various kingdoms and cities. It also provided the names of the clans that ruled each of these places, and one of these names had caught my eye: The Fang Clan, Rulers of Proud Mountain Kingdom.

As I walked through the streets of Lushan City, I referenced a map in my mental library and was able to quickly make my way to my destination. Upon stepping inside, an older man rushed forward to greet me. He was meticulously dressed in an expertly tailored light blue hanfu with silver and gold embroidery.

“Prince Fang, welcome to the Blue Wind Pavilion. We are honored by your presence. How may I assist you today?”

I did my best to hide my shock, but I couldn’t stop myself from taking in a single sharp breath.