I Have a Cultivation Simulator

Illusory text flashed rapidly, finally stopping on a single line: [This simulation has ended].

Zhou Qing stared blankly, his mind racing.

He had spent sixty-two years in this simulation, passing from youth into old age—practically living out a complete lifetime.

Especially in his twilight years, his vitality had withered, compounding the torment of pill toxicity.

To Zhou Qing on the outside, it might have been only a few lines of text.

But inside, it had been a very real life.

As Zhou Qing sank into thought...

The paused illusory text began to shift once more.

[Please choose one of the following to inherit:]

[2. One treasure belonging to you from the simulation.]

Zhou Qing didn't hesitate; his gaze fell on the first option.

He had spent almost all the spirit stones he earned in the simulation on cultivation resources and possessed no precious treasures. His only valuable possession was that Pill Furnace, worth a little over a hundred spirit stones.

It couldn't even begin to compare to the first option.

"Cultivation from my peak..."

Once a cultivator entered their twilight years, every aspect of their abilities would decline.

Be it their cultivation or their skills.

Take two cultivators at the Qi Refining Fifth Layer, for example. One was forty years old, right in their prime.

The other was eighty, frail and aged.

The former would undoubtedly be stronger.

Therefore, the "peak" in the option referred to the exact moment Zhou Qing was at his strongest in the simulation.

"I choose the first option."

Zhou Qing stared at the text for a brief moment, then made his choice.

Whoosh!

In an instant, Zhou Qing felt qi gather out of thin air within his dantian, rapidly expanding.

Qi Refining First Layer.

Qi Refining Second Layer.

Qi Refining Third Layer.

...

At the same time.

His sixty-two years of memories from the simulation surged into his mind like a tidal wave.

Although a massive amount of memories flooded his brain, they didn't cause any emotional shock.

The memories flashed by like a passing movie.

Zhou Qing could recall every detail, but he wasn't immersed in them as if reliving the events firsthand.

He had inherited only the memories, carrying no lingering emotions.

Dozens of breaths later.

Zhou Qing finally opened his eyes.

Faint traces of spiritual pressure coalesced around his body.

"So this is what the Qi Refining Fifth Layer feels like?"

He felt a wave of elation.

In the simulation, not long after reaching the fifth layer, he had entered his twilight years.

His vitality had withered.

But now?

Zhou Qing was only sixteen.

Sixteen was the exact age when a person's vitality was at its absolute peak.

A sixteen-year-old at the Qi Refining Fifth Layer?

Cultivation aside, Zhou Qing had also inherited all his technical experience in alchemy.

At this moment, he wasn't just a cultivator at the Qi Refining Fifth Layer; he was also a Mid-Grade Alchemist.

The status of the latter was vastly higher than the former.

Even someone with a Low-Grade Spirit Root had a chance to reach the Qi Refining Fifth Layer after decades of bitter cultivation.

But a Mid-Grade Alchemist? Without a teacher's guidance, crossing that threshold was incredibly difficult.

If Zhou Qing hadn't followed Alchemist Yun day in and day out for decades in the simulation...

...Alchemist Yun never would have passed down his personal alchemy notes to him.

Without those notes, Zhou Qing never could have become a Mid-Grade Alchemist.

...

Cultivation and skills weren't his only gains.

In fact, there was another reward no lesser than the first two—perhaps even greater.

And that was his memories.

To be precise, it was his accurate grasp of the major events that would unfold over the next sixty-two years.

For example, twenty years from now, a secret realm would emerge not far from Wushan Market.

That secret realm had incited a scramble among countless Qi Refining cultivators, including bloody battles between Qi Refining Late Stage experts.

Ye Feng had been one of the beneficiaries of that secret realm. In just over thirty years, he had soared straight from the Qi Refining Third Layer to the Qi Refining Ninth Layer.

In the simulation, Zhou Qing's strength had been far too low, and he hadn't had any faction backing him.

Harboring any designs on that secret realm would have been suicide.

But in the next simulation, he could plan for it in advance.

Then there was the event over forty years later, when Wushan Market was plagued by rumors about failing to cultivate a Foundation Establishment successor.

This ultimately caused a massive exodus of cultivators fleeing the market, selling off their assets for dirt cheap.

During the final two years of his simulation, Zhou Qing had been tortured by pill toxicity nearly every waking moment. It had been a fate worse than death.

He had gritted his teeth and endured it not out of a fear of dying, but because he wanted to see Wushan Market's final outcome.

He needed to know if the rumors were true—that Market Head Ouyang Shen really hadn't nurtured a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and that the market would vanish once he passed away at the end of his lifespan.

Or if there would be some other twist at the end.

Zhou Qing sank into thought as the crucial information he'd obtained at the very end of the simulation flashed through his mind.

Market Head Ouyang had shown up in person, bringing an unfamiliar, newly advanced female Foundation Establishment cultivator to wipe out the bandit cultivators around the market's borders.

It was easy to deduce that this unfamiliar female cultivator was the successor Market Head Ouyang had been secretly training.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought her along to purge the surrounding bandit cultivators.

Clearing out bandit cultivators meant reestablishing the market's order. Market Head Ouyang would only take such action if he had finally secured a new Foundation Establishment successor.

With a Foundation Establishment female cultivator as his successor, even if Market Head Ouyang passed away the next second, Wushan Market's stability would be restored.

This intelligence was exceptionally vital.

...

The illusory text began to shift rapidly once more.

[Evaluating your experiences from this simulation...]

[For most of your life, you dealt with pills.]

[In the end, you died because pill toxicity invaded your internal organs.]

[You have awakened a white talent—Pill Toxin Nemesis.]

[Pill Toxin Nemesis: Your body will develop a natural resistance to pill toxicity. The vast majority of pill toxicity will be unable to accumulate within your body.]

"A white talent?"

Zhou Qing raised an eyebrow.

Every time a simulation concluded, a talent would be awarded based on his experiences.

Talents were divided into white, green, purple, gold, and prismatic tiers.

The higher the tier, the stronger the talent, which naturally required a far more difficult simulation experience to obtain.

"Pill Toxin Nemesis..."

With just a moment of thought, Zhou Qing realized the importance of this talent.

It was common knowledge that a cultivator's journey was inseparable from pills.

But all medicine carried a trace of poison. Even boutique-grade pills merely contained less pill toxicity; they were never completely pure.

Take enough of them, and the pill toxicity would inevitably build up.

Once the accumulation grew too severe, it would lead to the exact scenario Zhou Qing had endured in his twilight years.

Not only would his lifespan shrink by over a decade, but he would also suffer through agonizing torture, wishing for death.

But with this talent, he could largely avoid that fate.

In other words, in future simulations, as long as he didn't actively court death, he wouldn't end up so tormented by pill toxicity, even if he consumed waste pills.

Of course, as a Mid-Grade Alchemist, he wouldn't actually consume waste pills anymore.

Waste pills not only contained massive amounts of pill toxicity, but their medicinal efficacy was also severely lacking.

He had only taken them in the simulation because he'd had no choice.

"If even a white talent is this useful, what kind of heaven-defying abilities will the green, purple, gold, or prismatic tiers have...?"

Zhou Qing felt a surge of anticipation.

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