I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Death Comes At Last

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Half a month later.

As Commandant Niu drew his tile, he mentioned that Su Wenhao had died in the Imperial Prison.

It was said that when he died, not many of his bones were intact.

“In our line of work, remember to be careful with your words!”

Commandant Niu reminded him, “Especially you, little Zhou Yi. Don’t stick around chatting when delivering food to prisoners. Assistant Minister Liu asked me to tell you not to eavesdrop and stick your mouth where it shouldn’t be!”

“They just barely got away with it.”

Zhou Yi felt a lingering fear in his heart. This was really a big lesson.

Fengyang Kingdom was not a society ruled by law. The life and death of an individual depended on their own interests.

A single sentence could be a fatal charge!

For example, Zhou Yi delivered wine and meat to Wei Chang and even called him a hero. His words were filled with praise. If someone reported that to the Imperial Court, at best, he would be exiled. At worst, he would be seen as Wei Chang’s accomplice.

If that happened, the Dao Fruit of Eternal Life would be wasted!

“Don’t make a fool of yourself!”

Zhou Yi warned himself that he would see more injustice and unhappiness in the future. He had to learn to let such things go.

Just stand at the side and watch. Don’t ask, don’t care!

He would do his best just to fit in with the mortal world.

Zhou Yi made a decision to just be the guy who delivered the food without any expression. He would save his smiles only for prisoners who offered him their silver.

After all, the jailer’s monthly salary was only five taels of silver. It was not even enough to spend an evening listening to music at Spring Breeze Tower.

The better the prisoners ate, the more money Zhou Yi earned every month. To tell the truth, he was the one winning out!

Another day rolled around.

A new prisoner arrived. He was said to be the leader of the rebels somewhere in the south.

Dark and thin, his face was wrinkled with grief. He didn’t look like a general commanding tens of thousands of men. He looked like an old farmer who should be tending his fields.

The appearance of the old rural general brought some excitement to Sky Prison.

Commandant Niu and a few officers tortured and interrogated him in different ways. In just a few days, the old farmer was already disfigured.

Though he lacked Wei Chang’s hard-as-iron bones, the old farmer’s mental endurance was actually better. He bore all kinds of torture methods such as clamping, the branding iron, the whip, the heavy flail… Yet he never let out a scream.

After each session, the old farmer spat out blood and still had the strength to curse.

“You dogs!”

“Continue if you have the guts. If you can make me beg for mercy, this old man will become your son!”

…

Zhou Yi stood to the side and listened. He suddenly saw how this seemingly frail old man could become a general.

After the general was locked up for a few days, he was sent to the market to be beheaded. Dozens of people were also beheaded on the same day. From the general to the platoon commander, the blood that sprayed out filled the execution ground.

The onlookers cheered loudly. They just wanted to watch the show and didn’t care why these people were beheaded.

Zhou Yi stood at the edge of the execution site and watched as the general’s head rolled. His eyes were still open as he glared at the executioner without giving in.

That night.

Zhou Yi returned to his small courtyard and meditated as usual.

After cultivating for more than half a year, hundreds of wisps of Inner Qi had accumulated within him. He was already completely proficient at this cultivation technique.

“The world is dark and there’s no limit to it. When it merges, the essence energy will mix together… Damn it, why won’t my heart calm down!”

Zhou Yi always had the image of the old farmer in front of his eyes. He heard from him that the state capitals in the south suffered from continuous droughts, and hunger was everywhere. The government officials embezzled all the disaster relief food.

There was cannibalism!

This word was terrifying. Behind it were countless human tragedies.

“To be human is to be too empathetic. Life is exhausting!”

Zhou Yi shook his head and did not vent the frustration in his heart. If he continued to cultivate the Origin Returning Technique, it was very likely that his Inner Qi would go berserk.

“How should I ease my mind?”

After thinking it over, he finally thought of a solution.

In his previous life, there were also many people who worked and lived under too much pressure. In order to avoid falling into depression, they would vent their emotions by scolding and beating up fake people. Supposedly, this was a very effective method.

“The person I’m going to scold is so taboo that if anyone hears it, I’d have to kill them. But I can write about it!”

Zhou Yi bought a brush, ink, and a blank book. He wrote in the writing system from his previous life. Even if someone saw it, they would not recognize it.

“How do I write it?”

After pondering for a moment, he wrote, “In the 39th year of Chongming, the crescent moon, the day of Wuchen…”

“I was very upset to see the beheading of the rebel general today. This dynasty is rotten from top to bottom.”

Zhou Yi frowned slightly. He felt that something was wrong. He was writing the diary to scold people, so there was no need to be so serious.

“Emperor Chongming is not a good person. He wants to live forever. It would be good if he ate a poison pill and died.

At this point, criticized the palace alchemists for lack of professionalism. They could use cinnabar, lead ingots, and gold. If the emperor drank it, he would surely ascend to heaven.

Perhaps the alchemist really could make such pills? After all, this was the world of martial arts cultivation. It was normal for itinerant cultivators who had no hope of living forever to come to the palace to enjoy themselves.

“Then I’ll curse Emperor Chongming. Eight princes have eight fathers!”

Thinking of this, he immediately felt refreshed and continued cultivating.

It was important to set goals. A hundred years of cultivation!”

…

Half a month passed.

Zhou Yi started writing in his diary again.

“Today, that playboy surnamed Long was jailed for murder again. It’s said that he deliberately set a fire to burn many people to death…”

“…Now that he’s back in Sky Prison, he is as arrogant as ever. Just because he put too much salt in a dish, he had the guards beat me and the chef…”

“…I won’t forget this!…”

“…This matter isn’t finished yet…”

“…Mr. Long, I’ll be waiting for my turn…”

At this point, Zhou Yi was still feeling uncomfortable. He wrote another few hundred words to scold Emperor Chongming before letting this matter slide.

Another month passed.

Zhou Yi opened his diary again and wrote down what he had seen during the day.

“There’s just one month until the New Year, and I’m still not in the holiday spirit…”

“…Everyone knew that the rebellion was a false flag. Yet, all the officials of the Imperial Court had tacitly agreed to behead the families of all the rebels. That’s 300 people…”

“…It was said that the rebel army had already reached Yuzhou and was only a few hundred kilometers away from the Divine Capital. Instead of sending troops to suppress them, the Imperial Court was still fighting among themselves…”

“…Fengyang Kingdom is doomed!…”

“…At this point, I have a few choice words for Emperor Chongming…

…

“…40th year of Chongming…”