Chapter 832 - 400: Supplemental Update in Progress...

Chapter 832: Chapter 400: Supplemental Update in Progress...

[The following content is a discarded draft.

Apologies]

"Have you got brain damage?"

An old man in a green robe, white hair flowing, sat quietly cross-legged on the meditation cushion, his cold gaze falling on the little Daoist standing there respectfully.

The little Daoist hurriedly said, "Master, that Yang Family patriarch is willing to hand over his entire fortune, as long as you’re willing to take him as your Disciple."

The Yang Family.

Lord of Changsha City.

Wealth piled mountain-high, money that could never be counted to the end.

And the Yang Family patriarch’s entire fortune had to be at least a hundred-something thousand taels of silver.

One hundred taels of silver is enough for an ordinary person to live out a prosperous lifetime, while a hundred-something thousand taels of silver is something ordinary people wouldn’t dare dream of, even in their wildest dreams.

The old man in green sneered, "Is this Yang Family patriarch treating our Cyan Cloud Temple like some martial hall? Pay money, get accepted? Mortals are mortals, only know how to use that crude worldly set of tricks to solve problems, truly ridiculous."

Really think everyone loves money?

Cyan Cloud Temple is the number one Daoist Temple within five hundred li; if we open this precedent today, how will Cyan Cloud Temple maintain the demeanor of an Immortal Family?

Even if we accept anyone, aptitude must come first.

The little Daoist hurriedly said, "Master, then I’ll go and refuse him."

The old man in green asked in a deep voice, "What is this Yang Family patriarch’s aptitude like?"

"Ordinary aptitude, a shoddy Low-Grade Spirit Root." The little Daoist spoke truthfully.

The old man in green snorted in disdain, "Send him away, and from this day forth he is never again allowed to enter Cyan Cloud Temple."

A dignified Cyan Cloud Temple, if it were to accept a shoddy Spirit Root for the sake of money, if word spread wouldn’t people laugh their teeth out?

He could not afford to lose that face.

"Yes, Master." The little Daoist didn’t dare say another word, bowed respectfully, and then slowly withdrew from the room.

Very quickly, the little Daoist arrived outside Cyan Cloud Temple.

At this moment there was a spirited, vigorous white-haired old man standing outside the temple. He looked quite advanced in years, but his eyes were extremely firm and bright.

This was precisely the Yang Family patriarch, Yang Ye!

He was already one hundred and thirty years old this year.

After the little Daoist came to the gate, he coldly refused, "From now on, do not come to Cyan Cloud Temple again."

"This..."

Yang Ye’s face hardened.

When you just took my five thousand taels in silver notes you didn’t have that expression.

Now you change just like that.

Even professional face-changers aren’t as good at changing faces as you.

But Yang Ye didn’t dare say what was in his heart aloud, because he had come to Cyan Cloud Temple this time with a request.

He was already one hundred and thirty.

He had stood at the end of the Martial Dao, in the Grandmaster Realm, for thirty years now; if he wanted to take another step forward he had to pursue Qi Cultivation.

Yet within a radius of five hundred li, there was only this one Cyan Cloud Temple that had a Cultivator.

If he could not cultivate Qi, he would only be able to sit and wait for death.

To be honest, he wasn’t willing to simply grow old and die like this, just as he hadn’t been willing to remain a fishmonger when he had first transmigrated.

"Immortal Master, this old man has ten thousand taels of silver here. All you have to do is go back inside and pass along one sentence for me, and it will be yours. Besides, this old man will also prepare a courtyard for you in Changsha City, as well as ten beautiful wives and concubines."

Hearing this, the little Daoist’s expression instantly tightened, a look of painful struggle flashing in his eyes, yet in the end he could only sigh and say, "Please forgive this little Daoist’s incompetence, Master truly does not wish to see you."

Truth be told.

He was very tempted.

But he was even more afraid of being expelled from Cyan Cloud Temple.

In Cyan Cloud Temple, even if he remained stuck at Qi Cultivation First Layer his whole life, he was still a high-and-mighty Immortal Master standing upon the clouds.

Outside Cyan Cloud Temple, any random Martial Dao Grandmaster could take his life.

Finished speaking, the little Daoist turned around and hurriedly shut the gate.

Out of sight, out of temptation!

Seeing this, Yang Ye unwillingly took a few steps forward, intending to use sheer willpower to knock on Cyan Cloud Temple’s Immortal Ascension Gate.

However, suddenly his vision went black.

When light returned, he found that he was already at the foot of Cyan Cloud Temple, and only by lifting his head as high as possible could he see the temple in the clouds.

Yang Ye was unwilling to leave just like that, and charged Cyan Cloud Temple again.

However, after just a few breaths he would be sent back down.

After this cycle repeated three to five times, Yang Ye recognized reality—or rather, he accepted this bloody reality.

"If I can’t knock open this Immortal Ascension Gate, then to seek immortal fate I must travel five hundred li outward. But that road teems with monsters and devils, and even Immortal Masters may not be able to protect themselves. If I go, it will be nine deaths and one life!" Yang Ye let out a difficult sigh.

Yet Yang Ye still decided to go.

Because he was unwilling to simply wait for death.

Even if he died, he wanted to die on the road seeking immortal fate.

Only thus would he not disgrace the name of transmigrator; if he just sat and waited to die, how would later transmigrators look at him?

Most importantly, it would smear the face of Hunan folk, because Changsha City was named by him. People of this world don’t understand, but Earthlings do.

...

Seven days later.

Yang Ye finally arrived at the tranquil, breeze-cooled banks of Cloud Mountain River.

Cloud Mountain River begins in Cloud Mountain, runs a hundred li to reach this place, and then extends another five hundred li downstream until Mountain City.

And the immortal fate he sought lay in Mountain City.

The lord of Mountain City was said to be an Outer Disciple of the world-renowned Immortal Sect, with a Cultivation utterly unfathomable. People often saw him flying through the sky in broad daylight, like an immortal god. Just hearing of such methods was enough to strike terror into the heart.

If on this trip he could win that man’s favor, step upon the path of immortal ascension, what would be so bad about acknowledging him as foster father?

A true man can bend and stretch; though he was now the Yang Family patriarch, he was still the fishmonger from a hundred years ago.

That had never changed!

[Congratulations to the host on successfully transmigrating, the Godhood System is activating...]

[Detected that host is by the water, Godhood System will be modified into River God System. Once activated, host will become the River God of this Cloud Mountain River.]

"Congratulations on my successful transmigration?"

Wasn’t that something from a hundred years ago?

System.

What the hell are you doing?

I transmigrated a hundred years ago, and you only show up now.

"I knew it, all those seniors before have already proven to me that transmigration must come with a cheat, how could I possibly not have one."