I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

"Fellow Daoist Pang, your actions make it difficult for me to believe your true goal is to shatter this world and travel to the outside. There’s a much more convenient Teleportation Array, yet you insist on destroying it. You’re taking the long way around." Du Youqian’s tone was calm, and he wore a smile, as if he didn’t want to clash with Pang Master but was merely engaging in a rational discussion.

The body Pang Master was occupying gave a bitter smile. "My purpose is indeed to leave this place and go to the Human World. Mr. Baili, we can indeed cooperate on this matter."

Du Youqian scoffed. "Cooperation? You mean I charge ahead while you hide in the back?"

"If I didn’t have my own difficulties, I wouldn’t be acting so furtively."

Du Youqian saw right through him. "You’re afraid Elder Blood Slaughter will strike you down with his sword, aren’t you? Don’t worry. As long as you don’t cause too much trouble, Elder Blood Slaughter won’t awaken."

He had no intention of telling Pang Master that the Blood Slaughter Sword and the Rivers and Mountains Map were no longer in Momenan.

The two of them spoke with apparent sincerity, but in reality, both were trying to fool the other.

At least, Du Youqian was trying to fool Pang Master.

’Cooperation?’

’Pang Master is hiding his true goal. How could we possibly cooperate?’

If Pang Master had been a little more sincere, Du Youqian wouldn’t have actually been opposed to sharing that Death Channel with him.

But Pang Master showed not a shred of sincerity. He appeared to have come to persuade him with kind words, but in reality, he had already hidden seventeen Core Formation Masters nearby, ready to swarm him at a moment’s notice.

’Would someone who genuinely wanted to get out destroy the Teleportation Array?’

’Would someone who genuinely wanted to get out insist on shattering the world?’

It was like someone shouting, "I’m hungry! I’m going to smash all the pots and pans in the house and go out to eat!"

Well, sure, you could go out and find a small restaurant to eat at.

But you have vegetables in the fridge, rice in the bin, and plenty of oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. Why would you smash the pots and pans? Can’t you just learn to cook a meal yourself?

Even if you don’t want to learn to cook... can’t you at least hold off on smashing the pots and pans?

You could just go out and fill your stomach first, then worry about what to do later, right?

Smashing the pots and pans while you’re still hungry... That’s not how the Overlord of Chu’s ’burning the boats and smashing the cauldrons’ strategy worked.

He, at least, started a fire, cooked a meal, and ate his fill before smashing the cooking pots!

’So, this guy is definitely up to no good.’

Pang Master narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Du Youqian.

Du Youqian smiled, not backing down in the slightest.

After a moment, Pang Master spoke in what seemed to be a very sincere tone, "Mr. Baili, you don’t have to believe me now, but in the future, I will prove my sincerity. I just ask that you give me some time. For now, please don’t hold the heaven-worshipping ceremony, and don’t try to save Momenan."

"Oh?" Du Youqian inquired lightly.

His tone displeased Pang Master greatly.

Pang Master looked as if he’d been caught off guard. It took him a moment before he explained, "If the process of Momenan’s Spiritual Qi decay is temporarily halted, many of the powerful allies I’ve recruited might reconsider. Only when Momenan’s decline is inevitable will they have no choice but to join my great cause."

He spread his hands, his expression seeming to say: ’See? I’ve even been honest with you about such a secret consideration. I’m very sincere, aren’t I!’

"Then there’s nothing to be done, Pang Master. Those with different Daos cannot walk the same path," Du Youqian said, also with sincerity. "I only wish for world peace and for everyone to live a good life. You only want to shatter this world, but have you considered that you are making an enemy of the entire Human Race? Shattering this world would be bad for everyone; only a handful of masters would survive. You only think of breaking your chains and Breaking Realm, but I pity the hundreds of millions of people. If the world is broken, what have the common folk done to deserve it?"

Pang Master’s eyes widened slightly.

It was probably the first time he had heard someone say such things so brazenly.

’Do you even believe the nonsense you’re spouting?’

To a Cultivator, common folk? Mortals? What even were they?

They weren’t even the same species.

Cultivators didn’t need to consider the lives and deaths of mortals, just as mortals didn’t consider the lives and deaths of an ant colony in their yard.

Suddenly, he let out a cold laugh. "Mr. Baili, we’ve said all there is to say. Let’s settle this with our fists. I truly gave you a chance, but it’s a pity you didn’t cherish it."

After speaking, the handsome young Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s eyes suddenly became dazed. He looked left and right, and when he saw Du Youqian, he was startled but said nothing.

Du Youqian could feel that Pang Master had swiftly severed his connection with the young Foundation Establishment Cultivator and had hidden himself somewhere.

’What a pity.’ If Pang Master had hesitated for even a moment longer, he would have unleashed the Sword Intent of "Annihilate" and followed the connection back to its source, implicating Pang Master’s true body as well.

’That old fox. He’s a top master of the Demon Sect for a reason. He’s far too experienced to be killed so easily.’

As for what Du Youqian had just said, he was indeed being sincere.

He was different from most of the Cultivators in this world.

For most Cultivators in this world, if they managed to cultivate to the Core Formation realm, their time as a mortal likely made up a very small part of their lives. Many might have even grown up in a Sect or a Blessed Land from a young age.

Their mortal lives might only account for a tenth, or even a few hundredths, of their total lifespan.

They themselves had little memory of their time as mortals.

Naturally, they wouldn’t have much affection for mortals.

Fang Hua was a typical example. Would you say she was heartless?

In fact, she was quite kind.

But when it came to mortals, she was completely indifferent.

She simply didn’t see mortals and herself as the same species.

This was the typical mindset of a Cultivator.

But Du Youqian wasn’t like that.

The breadth and depth of his memories and experiences as a mortal were no less than his time as a Cultivator.

In his own eyes, his experience as a powerful official leading the Wu Kingdom’s desperate counterattack to crush the Qi Kingdom was in no way inferior to the experience of wielding Elder Blood Slaughter’s power, striking with that sword, and saving this world.

The process of outmaneuvering the other major factions in the imperial court was even more thrilling than when he had worked with Lin Sha to kill the Foundation Establishment Cultivator Nalan Ruojin.

So... how could he not care about mortals? How could he indifferently watch the world fall to ruin and mortals suffer in misery?

Du Youqian wasn’t about to sacrifice himself to save the world.

But if he could save a lot of people by putting in some effort and taking a small risk, Du Youqian was willing to try.

Besides, there was the most crucial point...

In this life, Du Youqian had borrowed the Human Dao Fortune for his cultivation, which was the only reason he could cultivate so quickly and achieve Body Refining Core Formation.

However, having received the aid of the Human Dao Fortune, he was inevitably bound by its constraints.

’You can’t just enjoy the power without shouldering any of the responsibility, right?’

’You can’t take all the benefits and bear none of the consequences!’

If he participated in Pang Master’s conspiracy, sold out Momenan, and sold out its three billion mortals, the Human Dao Fortune would immediately backlash against him.

Having his realm drop would be a minor issue; he might choke to death just by drinking water, encounter a sudden earthquake while walking, or get caught in a landslide while climbing a mountain.

Du Youqian knew of this hidden danger before he began his cultivation, but he had no other choice.

In this life, to break out of the channel and travel to the Human World, he had to possess a powerful physique. And to achieve Body Refining Core Formation without the help of a relic from the Great Compassion Temple, using the Human Dao Fortune was the only way.

So, even if it was like drinking poison to quench a thirst, he had accepted it.

But after he reincarnated in the future, he would absolutely never again use the Human Dao Fortune to aid his cultivation.

He wouldn’t even use the Human Dao Sword again.

Not unless he found a way to break free from the shackles of the Human Dao Fortune in the Human World.

Du Youqian casually used a Secret Technique to trap the young Foundation Establishment Cultivator. With a stretch of his hand, he captured him, sealed his meridians, and tossed him carelessly into the Daoist Temple.

After the battle, he would investigate the man’s identity to see if he should be killed or released.

Then, he called out the beautiful Daoist nun and said with unusual gravity, "The enemy will begin their attack soon. Fellow Daoist Wu Ai, you must protect yourself."

Wu Ai had once again put her hair up in a Daoist bun and was wearing that plain Crane Robe. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. "When it comes to self-preservation, I am number one in the entire Sect. You don’t need to worry about me, Fellow Daoist. Just do what you have to do."

Du Youqian laughed as well. "Then let’s fight side by side."

~~~~~~~~~

「On the Qi and Wu Border, in the dense forests of Woniushan, a monkey in tattered armor gazed south.」

A cunning voice came from its mouth. "Why didn’t you tell him that you destroyed the Teleportation Array because you don’t dare use it to leave?"

An anxious voice replied, "And you dare? In this shell, would you dare go through the Teleportation Array into the heartland of the Human Race?"

"Why wouldn’t I dare? I can explain myself," the cunning voice said. "Strictly speaking, I’m of the Corpse Race. I’m not like you. You’re a Split Soul from a Great Saint Incarnation of the Demon Race, locked in a struggle to the death with the Human Race. The traces of the Demon Race in your soul can’t possibly fool the Great Powers of the Human World. But I can still reach an understanding with the Human Race. At worst, I’ll sign a contract and pledge my life to them. But you? You bear the brand of a Great Saint. Who would dare trust you? Who would dare use you?"

The anxious voice said, "Then why are you supporting me in shattering this world and escaping?"

The cunning voice said, "We are sharing a body, after all. If I don’t help you, who else can I help?"

The anxious voice said, "Don’t you get any funny ideas. I’ve learned how to read your thoughts now, too."

The cunning voice laughed. "How could I have any funny ideas! We must cooperate with utmost sincerity."

The anxious voice snorted. "I know you’re after something else. Shattering this world is definitely not your goal. You still have a very, very long Celestial Lifespan left; you’re in no hurry to get out. I just can’t figure out what your objective is yet."

The cunning voice said reassuringly, "I told you, we must cooperate with utmost sincerity. I might have other... minor objectives, but those aren’t important. What’s important is that I will help you. For now, our interests and goals are aligned."

After a moment of silence, the anxious voice spoke. "Then let’s go kill Baili Jianxin first. Kill him, and we’ll sever Momenan’s future."

"Excellent!"

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