I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Before Du Youqian departed, there was a small interlude.

A True Inheritor from some Third-class Sect, who was dashingly handsome with an excellent bearing, had a Cultivation that had reached the Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer.

Perhaps hoping to cut his struggle short by a hundred years, he began assiduously courting Lin Sha after her Core Formation Ceremony.

After the Core Formation Ceremony ended, Lin Sha gave public lectures on the Dao for nine consecutive days.

Every morning, he would pick a large bouquet of flowers from the garden and wait on the path Lin Sha was sure to take. Although Lin Sha never accepted the flowers, he did this tirelessly.

When Lin Sha’s daily lecture concluded, he would seek an audience with her under the pretext of asking for guidance.

On the seventh day, with a confidence from who knows where, he actually approached Lin Sha after her lecture and invited her to go admire the scenery with him.

He even secretly changed his form of address from "Master Qingqiu" to "Sister Lin Sha."

What welcomed him was a crisp, loud slap to the face.

Lin Sha showed no anger on her face. She remained as cold as ice, her expression devoid of any emotional fluctuation, and her words were not harsh.

"Junior, let this be a lesson to you. When there’s too great a disparity in status, don’t indulge in wishful thinking. You must have heard that my Dao Companion is already dead, so you thought you’d try your luck? But did you bother to find out if anyone from our Heavenly Emotions and Oceanic Resentments Sect has ever found a new lover after their Dao Companion died?"

After a pause, a smirk touched her red lips. "Besides, even if I wanted to find a boy toy, it wouldn’t be someone like you. Do you think a Core Formation Master would be blind?"

The True Inheritor from the Third-class Sect, not even worthy of having his name mentioned, could only slink away in disgrace.

What else could he do? Stay and humiliate himself further?

This little interlude was recounted to Du Youqian as a joke by Gu Xiaofang after he returned to the Holy Blood Sect.

He had left on the third day of Lin Sha’s lectures, so he hadn’t witnessed the event firsthand.

The reason he left so quickly was...

If he didn’t leave, would he even have survived?

Even a body forged from iron couldn’t withstand being tormented night after night by a Core Formation Master.

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Having returned to the Sect, Du Youqian once again entered secluded cultivation.

He would emerge from his seclusion every one or two years to catch up on worldly affairs and gather the latest information.

However, time in the Cultivation Realm always seemed to pass slowly.

For an ordinary Cultivator, one or two years would pass in the blink of an eye, hardly enough time for anything to happen.

For a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, three to five years was but the flick of a finger.

And upon reaching the Core Formation Realm, eight or ten years would feel like only yesterday.

Just like that, time flowed by as placidly as water, and over a decade passed in a flash.

In this particular year, when Du Youqian emerged from his seclusion, he was surprised to find he was already sixty years old.

Gazing into the mirror at the handsome young man who had now reached the age of sixty... ’Not bad at all.’

If he could reach Core Formation, he would still look like this handsome young man even after four or five hundred years.

"Brother Fei, your parents... they don’t have much time left. You should go see them," reported Gu Xiaofang, who had only reached Foundation Establishment in recent years.

In this life, Du Youqian’s parents as Yu Fei had their son late in life.

A quick mental calculation revealed that the old couple was already over a hundred years old, which was considered a ripe old age among Mortals.

Du Youqian felt no particular sadness, merely letting out a soft sigh. He steered his Flying Boat and took Fang Hua with him to the Chongzhen Sect’s Blessed Land.

The old couple was withered with age, their hair as white as a crane’s feathers and their eyes cloudy.

But upon seeing Du Youqian, they struggled to sit up and excitedly grabbed his hands, fussing over him and worrying that he was being bullied or that he would encounter danger in his life of fighting and killing.

While transfusing Magical Power into them to clear their meridians, Du Youqian smiled and said, "My days of fighting and killing are over. My status is very high now, so I won’t need to do any of that anymore."

Of course, this was just to placate the old couple.

In a few more years, he would have to Garrison the Desolate Abyss on Feng Xiaoyi’s behalf, fighting against the Demon Race and zombies.

How could he possibly avoid fighting and killing?

But there was no need to say any of this and make the old couple worry.

For now, he just needed to tell them what they wanted to hear.

The old couple would believe him.

Even if there were logical holes in his story, they would convince themselves it was true.

"Oh, right. Dad, Mom, this is my wife. What do you think? Isn’t she beautiful?"

Fang Hua’s pretty face immediately turned as red as a peach blossom. She never imagined that just by accompanying Du Youqian on this trip, she would suddenly gain a new identity.

’He must have said that just to put his parents at ease, right? Sigh... I wonder where my own parents are.’

A thousand thoughts swirled in Fang Hua’s mind, but her eyes were as gentle as water.

The old couple’s withered hands took hold of Fang Hua’s fair wrist as they strenuously asked about her family. Upon learning she was an orphan, they couldn’t help but sigh and offer words of comfort.

Then they offered some advice for a new bride, expressing their hope that she and Du Youqian would have a child soon.

Finally, Yu Fei’s mother insisted on placing a Jade Bracelet on Fang Hua’s wrist, saying in a faint voice, "Our time has come. Once we close our eyes and kick the bucket, we won’t be able to manage anything. From now on, you two must live your lives well. It’s okay to bicker; what couple doesn’t? You still have to live on. And you must have a child. If you don’t have a son or daughter, what’s the point of living so long...?"

After this long, rambling speech, Yu Fei’s mother ran out of energy and could only lie back down to rest.

Du Youqian tended to the old couple for a while longer before leaving the room to let them rest.

The group of servants he had hired for the old couple sensibly rushed over to pay their respects and kowtow.

These people’s futures were now entirely in Du Youqian’s hands.

A single word from Du Youqian could grant them a life of splendor and riches, just as a single word could cast them into the abyss.

He had designated people reporting on their performance over the years, so Du Youqian knew exactly how things stood.

Those who performed poorly, neglected the old couple, or were diligent to their faces but full of complaints and schemes behind their backs would not have lasted until now.

So, he simply offered them a few words of light encouragement.

After the old couple passed, he would make proper arrangements for them; he wouldn’t treat them coldly.

Meanwhile, Fang Hua’s face was still flushed as she stood to the side, clutching her sword.

Du Youqian glanced at her and chuckled. "What’s with that expression? Are you unhappy about being my wife?"

Fang Hua shot him a look. "Be your wife? I wouldn’t dare. What if Master Qingqiu gets upset and comes to tear me apart limb from limb? I’d feel far too wronged then."

Listen to the way she spoke.

She was both pointing out that she knew about the relationship between Master Qingqiu and Du Youqian, and also saying she would feel "wronged."

It wasn’t that she was unwilling for something to happen with Du Youqian.

Rather, she was expressing that it would be terribly unfair if nothing happened between them, yet she still ended up being blamed by Master Qingqiu.

Over the years, Fang Hua, who was once as pure and simple as a blank sheet of paper, had certainly learned a thing or two.

Du Youqian smiled. "Then once you reach Core Formation, will you still be afraid?"

A smile flickered in Fang Hua’s pure eyes. "If I reach Core Formation, with my sword in hand, I will be invincible. At that point, it should be Master Qingqiu who fears me."

There were other words she left unspoken.

’That Master Qingqiu is too much, calling me ’little maidservant’ and looking down on me. She’s only a few decades older, which is why she’s a step ahead for now. But once I reach Core Formation, we’ll be on equal footing. He who laughs first doesn’t necessarily laugh last; we still have hundreds of years ahead of us! We’ll see who truly comes out on top. Just you watch, Master Qingqiu!’

Over the years, Du Youqian had used the Divine Sense Merging Technique to help Fang Hua cultivate her Sword Intent, so they had long since developed a deep mutual understanding.

Even without exchanging many words, he could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her expression.

In recent years, Fang Hua’s Sword Intent had nearly caught up to Du Youqian’s, so she no longer needed the Divine Sense Merging Technique to assist her Cultivation. More and more, she needed to rely on her own comprehension.

But their rapport had not diminished in the slightest.

Du Youqian immediately smiled. "I also look forward to seeing your peerless grace after you reach Core Formation."

Another month or so passed, and the old couple passed away one after the other, both dying peacefully in their sleep.

They had enjoyed all the blessings a Mortal could hope for, except for the joy of doting on grandchildren.

They lived a life free from disaster and disease, attended by flocks of servants wherever they went, and never wanting for gold or silver.

Although their biological son wasn’t there to show them filial piety, with so many people serving and flattering them, they were never lonely.

Not being able to hold a grandchild was certainly a regret for them.

But since ancient times, who has ever lived a life completely free of regret?

When it came to happiness, they had absolutely experienced it.

Du Youqian hired a Cultivator from the Chongzhen Sect who possessed a Tier Two Feng Shui Skill to find a place with excellent Feng Shui, and he personally buried the old couple there.

The Chongzhen Sect’s Blessed Land was a good place; he didn’t have to worry about anyone stealing the bodies for Corpse Refinement.

Moreover, the Chongzhen Sect’s fortune seemed to be on the rise, so it probably wouldn’t face any danger of decline for the next one or two thousand years.

Burying the old couple here should provide them with the best possible eternal resting place.

As for what might happen one or two thousand years from now... well, what became of the tombs of Emperor Wu of Han and Emperor Taizu of Song?

One shouldn’t worry about things so far in the future.

Worst case, after a few reincarnations, he could come back to repair the graves or move them.

After burying his parents, Du Youqian inquired about the acquisition of Jade Scroll Fragments and learned that there had been no success in over a decade.

This wasn’t unexpected. When it came to acquiring Jade Scroll Fragments, all he could do was his best and leave the rest to fate. Perhaps one day, if his luck was good, a Jade Scroll Fragment would fall right into his lap.

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