I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

When the spring breeze met the moisture of rain.

A time for celebration.

Princess Fuk Ning lay in Bai Shiyu's arms, gently wiping his sweat as she expressed the longing in her heart.

As they talked, the conversation eventually turned to the matter of marriage.

"Shiyu, when will you propose to Father Emperor?"

Princess Fuk Ning only knew that Bai Shiyu was the legitimate heir of the Bai family, a millennium-old family that could trace its lineage back to the Imperial Clan of Da Qian. Even though it had declined, it was still a match for a princess.

The Imperial Clan of Zhou had humble beginnings, first as farmers then as merchants. Their past was clear and innocent.

After the establishment of the National Dynasty, historians scoured old texts and couldn't find any notable ancestor in their lineage. At best, they were remotely related to some count of Da Qian—a connection hardly worth mentioning.

Whether it was for stabilizing the Imperial Court or enhancing the depth of the Imperial Clan, there was a tradition since the Ancestor Zhou to marry daughters into established families.

Bai Shiyu's head ached as he listened, and after soothing her with a few words, he quickly changed the subject. "Has there been any significant events in the court recently?"

"Great matters of the Imperial Court? Those are beyond the knowledge of us women."

With her insightful mind, Princess Fuk Ning didn't want to trouble her lover. With a slight frown, she said, "Yesterday, when I went to see the Empress Dowager, I indeed noticed that Father Emperor hadn't been seen for several days and seemed much aged."

Bai Shiyu raised an eyebrow and cheekily asked, "Has Lord Taishan encountered some difficulties?"

Emperor Tianshun was the great-grandson of Ancestor Zhou and in the prime of his life. Having been on the throne for nine years, he had firmly established himself in the court. His reign coincided with the National Dynasty's peak, marked by impressive military campaigns and certain to be recorded gloriously in history.

If his lifespan proved to be long, he might establish a dynasty to rival the legendary Da Qian, suggesting that Emperor Tianshun's worries were no ordinary matter.

"How can you be so shameless!"

Princess Fuk Ning rolled her eyes and sighed, "I inquired from many but no one dared to speak. Only after beseeching the Empress Dowager did I learn that some days ago, a Taoist entered the imperial palace and competed in martial arts with two of the attendants."

"It is unclear who won or lost, but afterwards, Father Emperor secluded himself in Shangyang Palace, appearing much more haggard after just one night!"

"Commanding respect in the Palace Court and then leaving nonchalantly, there truly are such formidable people in this world!"

Bai Shiyu first thought of Shopkeeper Sun. It was impossible for two peerless experts to suddenly appear in the capital. He pressed, "Do you know exactly which day it was?"

"On New Year's Eve night."

Princess Fuk Ning said, "Originally, Father Emperor had scheduled a banquet for the Imperial Clan, but it was abruptly canceled. I thought it was due to being busy suppressing bandits, but later I found out someone had forcefully entered the imperial palace!"

"That day, huh..."

Bai Shiyu looked disappointed; Shopkeeper Sun had been in the tavern all night on New Year's Eve and had not gone anywhere.

"Do you know the martial arts style or realm of that Taoist?"

"Qi-Blood Solidifying Pill, comparable to the former Martial Emperor."

Princess Fuk Ning, born into the Imperial Clan, had also practiced martial arts as a child. Even if not skilled, she understood the formidable nature of Qi-Blood Solidifying Pill.

"The two attendants secluded themselves in Taiping Palace, which collapsed into ruins. It is said that the imperial guards used new Firearms, but they were utterly ineffective against them!"

"Such a martial arts expert truly deserves respect."

Bai Shiyu couldn't help thinking of the Red Alliance—if there were a Solidifying Pill expert presiding, perhaps they could directly negotiate with the Imperial Court and demand better treatment for the common people from the workshops.

Princess Fuk Ning's brows knit together in displeasure. "What do you mean by that? That person is a great enemy of Father Emperor!"

"Eh, eh, eh, I'm just appraising him as a Martial Artist. That snotty Taoist disregarded national laws, daring to challenge my dear old Taishan..."

Bai Shiyu hastily mollified her with soothing words, said a few playful phrases, and recounted some amusing stories from 'There Is a Tavern', eventually bringing a joyous smile to Fuk Ning's face.

Another round of celebration followed.

At dawn.

Bai Shiyu left the Princess's residence by the same way he had come. The sky was lightening, but not yet bright, and the streets were devoid of people.

Yongchang Place was adjacent to the east side of the palace. Passing by the palace wall, Bai Shiyu couldn't resist the itch in his heart. He wanted to emulate that unnamed Taoist and leave his own name after a visit to the palace.

"My martial arts may not compare, but my Qinggong is second to none."

"If I could take a treasure from the palace to admire for a few days, then return it safely, I too could claim the title of the saint of thieves!"

Bai Shiyu wandered around the palace wall twice but ultimately didn't dare to climb over. However fast his Qinggong might be, could it outpace a Fire Gun? Hundreds of lead bullets would soon fill him with holes.

The battle on New Year's Eve saw many Red Alliance members fall to Firearms, while the martial artists hidden among them were easier to deal with.

"Firearms have only appeared for forty or fifty years, yet they are so powerful. In another two or three hundred years, who will still practice martial arts?" Discover more stories at empire

Bai Shiyu shook his head, ready to return to the tavern when he suddenly caught sight of a scrolled bamboo script by the corner of the wall, bound with hemp rope and quite quaint in its design.

Picking up the bamboo scroll and unraveling the hemp rope.

"Datong Book... Class... Manifesto..."

As Bai Shiyu was well-versed in ancient script and antiquities, he recognized the old seal script and read it out aloud, his expression undergoing constant changes.

"...Unite among yourselves!"

The Datong Book ended here, followed by new handwriting and text, which detailed the origin of the book.

——I, Ma Zhi, a mere Taoist, was fortunate to enter Kunlun Wonderland and cultivate my martial arts. In one year, I solidified Qi-Blood, obtaining a Kunlun script from an immortal. The Celestial God transmitted the strongest power to my elder brother Qin Zheng, the finest technique to my second brother Zhu Kang, and the deepest thought to me!

"Is there really a Kunlun Wonderland in this world?"

Bai Shiyu was astonished. With the propaganda over two dynasties, Kunlun had become the ancestor of all mountains.

Legends spoke of Kunlun Mountain housing the Jade Palace and Beautiful Skies, the Myriad-Year Spirit Ginseng, and the Heaven-reaching Divine Wood—an abode of countless immortals, where mortals could find a connection to the divine.

Continuing to read, he found a peculiar Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Diagram, with a circular depression at the center.

"Placing the hardest substance known to this world upon this array will open the door to the Immortal Realm of Kunlun!"

As Bai Shiyu read to the end, he furrowed his brows in thought. Among the things in the world, refined steel and Meteorite Iron were known as the hardest.

"Regardless of whether Kunlun Wonderland is real, the beginning of this book contains the core ideology of the Red Alliance, vital for guiding future actions and propaganda!"