I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12: A Robin Hood Story

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Opportunity and risk had arisen simultaneously. Most people would have seen this situation as a blessing. Zhou Yi was not like most people. King was obviously up to no good. Ordinary people were willing to take risks to gain divine skills. Learn a supreme divine technique, advance to the Connate realm in ten years, and become a grandmaster.

“This plot feels vaguely familiar?”

Zhou Yi shrugged. He was not the son of an expert, and his ancestors did not have a deep grudge waiting to be avenged. Compared to the protagonist of fate, he was more like a little villain who tortured criminals to earn money.

“Therefore, I’m already satisfied with learning the secret voice transmission technique!”

Zhou Yi carried the bucket into cell A-2. The layout of the cell was similar. Heavenly King Huang was chained to the torture rack, his hair disheveled, his Daoist robe stained with black and red blood. His arms were twisted like noodles, breaking countless bones. All ten fingers were cut off, leaving only his bare palm.

“Heavenly King, it’s time to eat.”

Zhou Yi used the voice transmission secret technique. The Black Armour Guard guarding the door did not react.

Heavenly King Huang was slightly stunned. He continued to eat as if nothing had happened. Then he asked, “Who are you? Are you here to save me?”

“No.” Zhou Yi’s mind raced as he replied, “I’m just hoping you ascend to heaven soon!”

“I should have known that those aristocratic families were fence sitters. They go whichever way the wind takes them,” Heavenly King Huang mumbled to himself.

Zhou Yi frowned slightly and did not continue bluffing. After delivering the food, he went to look for Warden Zheng and said that he had caught a cold and wanted to take a month or two off.

“You’re living like an old turtle!”

Warden Zheng waved his hand and did not make things difficult for Zhou Yi.

…

Spring Breeze Tower. Singing and dancing, red sleeves waving. All seats were already full before evening. Today was the day to select the Flower Queen.

The brothel pushed out ten or twenty courtesans who took turns to showcase their talents. There they played the zither, played chess, danced, did calligraphy, and recited poetry. One by one, the contestants were eliminated until just one courtesan remained. This contest was much more profitable for the courtesans than a typical day at the brothel. The rich magnates did not even blink as they threw out money and sang countless songs.

“Miss Nongyu, your zither skills are unparalleled! Take this!”

This fat man had ten jade rings on his hands. He waved his hand and scattered a stack of banknotes.

“The poem made by Lady Lianxiang has spread throughout the Divine Capital. It is better than most high scholars. It should be number one!”

The one who spoke was a scholar. He couldn’t throw out money like the fatty, so he called his friends to come and support him. It was quite a commotion.

“What kind of bullshit poem is that? I’ve heard people say a woman’s lover paid for it from outside.”

“Don’t slander others’ reputation. My father is the magistrate of the capital. If you dare to slander him again, he’ll arrest you!”

“How dare you be so arrogant? I’m at the Marquis of the Jiayuan Residence. Come and catch me!”

“Such vulgar talk!”

“Trash!”

…

The Divine Capital was the capital of Fengyang Kingdom. Throw a brick and you could hit a sixth-rate official. A mere magistrate was really nothing. However, once they started scolding a noble, there would immediately be scholars supporting them. For a moment, the crowd was in a frenzy.

The procuress saw that the argument was intensifying and couldn’t keep her eyes open from laughter. Nothing big could happen at the feet of the emperor. Everyone would control their tongues. In the end, the outcome would be decided by the election of the Flower Queen.

If the fighting went on like this, the courtesans would earn at least tens of thousands of taels of silver!

In a private room on the second floor.

There were no walls on the side facing the stage downstairs. One could clearly see the performance of the courtesans. When the occupants were tired, they could also lower the brocade curtains to drink tea and discuss the Dao with the girls.

Zhou Yi was half lying on the soft couch with women on his left and right. Someone poured wine and picked up food. From time to time, he would tell a joke he had heard in his previous life. It was easy to make the girls laugh. Then he told a tragic love story. The girls burst into tears.

“Now this is life!”

Zhou Yi cuddled Yu Yixiang, feeling very happy.

After applying for paid sick leave from the Sky Prison, Zhou Yi removed his elderly disguise and embraced his young and handsome appearance. He stayed at Spring Breeze Tower for more than half a month.

Changing one’s appearance to age was easy, but aging was extremely difficult.

Zhou Yi was affected by his longevity. After he became an adult, he would not grow anymore. Zhou Yi only needed to change his skin color, face, and voice slightly. Even if Zhang Zhou was reborn, he would not recognize him.

The other prison guards rarely remembered Zhou Yi when he was young.

“I’m like a ghost, an immortal ghost, wandering the mundane world!” Zhou Yi swirled his wine glass and muttered, “The empire and the royal family, the civil officials or generals, the geniuses of our generation, the power of the dynasty, and even the wilderness are all fleeting!”

Heavenly King Huang colluded with the Southern clans. Sky Prison had already become a gunpowder barrel. Zhou Yi would wait til the storm had passed to return.

Crash!

A loud bang was followed by a woman’s scream, interrupting Zhou Yi’s thoughts.

“I have plenty of money. I can sleep with whoever I want. Who do you think I am?”

The man who spoke was short and fat, but his strength was surprisingly strong. He smashed the table with his palm and grasped the old woman’s neck as he berated him.

“Ach, ach, ach…” The procuress couldn’t speak. She felt as if her neck were about to break.

“Where did this country bumpkin come from? How dare you cause trouble at Spring Breeze Tower!” Before he finished speaking, a figure had already arrived and was holding a shining blade to the man’s neck without any intention of holding back.

“We are the twin heroes of Mobei, not bumpkins.”

The short, fat man dropped the old mistress who ran the brothel, and his body went bouncing off the ground like a rubber ball. He spun in the air and narrowly avoided the blade, colliding with the swordsman.

Bang! Bang!

The blademaster hit the wall and slid slowly down. He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood mixed with bits of internal organs. He twitched twice and fell silent.

The procuress was so scared that her face was pale and she was trembling. That swordsman was a consecrator of a behind-the-scenes boss. He was a person with steel bones, but he couldn’t even last one round. She didn’t dare to say anything else.

“Nongyu, come and serve this master!”

“Hahahaha!” The short and fat man laughed heartily. He grabbed Nongyu’s lapel and took her away with a few leaps.

The staff at Spring Breeze Restaurant skillfully carried away the swordsman’s corpse, washed away the blood, and replaced the broken tables and chairs with new ones. It was as if nothing had happened.

A moment later.