Chapter 80: Chapter 55: Rebirth_l
Translator: 549690339
“Chu He, number sixty-six, A-class Area of Dongting.”
Above the vast and misty Dongting Lake, a dark awning boat glided smoothly.
On the boat, Xu Yang, clad in a straw raincoat and wearing a bamboo hat, skillfully rowed the oars, appearing to be just an ordinary fisherman.
The matter of imparting martial arts had crossed his mind for a while, but in the end, he extinguished the idea of printing and distributing secret manuals.
That way, while efficient, was too conspicuous and risky, not his style.
He still preferred that kind of subtle, imperceptible change that quietly influenced everything, at least in the real world.
Therefore, he discarded the idea of distributing martial arts manuals everywhere, and instead, turned to provide opportunities to those homeless children harboring deep vengeance.
Chu He was the sixty-sixth child, and in the three months prior, he had already taken on more than sixty disciples like him.
This number might sound exaggerated, but were those Martial World factions really that crazed, to have destroyed the homes and families of over sixty in just three months?
Of course not.
These sixty-plus individuals were not all taken from around Dongting Lake.
Apart from Dongting Lake and its surrounding areas, Xu Yang had also visited several nearby towns and even provincial capitals, assuming different identities: sometimes a fisherman old man, sometimes a martial hero, or a diviner with unerring predictions, a wandering Taoist man, to recruit disciples and teach them martial arts.
This was his harvest from visiting the provincial capitals.
With this, he also confirmed one thing.
This world was extraordinary, where even among common folks, there were numerous encounters of Immortal fate.
In every province and capital, such events occurred, where people from the lower echelons encountered Immortal fate, armed themselves, and developed a murderous intent, slaughtering the factions that oppressed them, resulting in many sensational and dreadful massacres.
No one knew how many factions were wiped out as a result, the government and even the imperial court were greatly impacted.
But the environment did not improve; after a period of slaughter, those who fortuitously obtained extraordinary power and became Immortal fate Men soon disappeared without a trace, impossible to find again.
In the end, the factions remained the same, and the government was still that very government.
Why were they not discouraged by repeated destruction, even intensifying their actions?
Because they had no choice!
Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimps.
They were just the small fish in the middle, the decision was not in their hands. So, they would act if they wished to, and even if they did not want to, they still had to.
This had formed a tightly knit pyramid-like system.
In this system, the driving force was interest, as seizing Immortal fate was an investment with a high rate of return. There was no loss if it failed, but immense profit if successful, so why not take part?
They definitely would!
Therefore, such a harsh and distorted environment emerged.
Many people lost their homes and families as a result.
Xu Yang disguised himself and intervened, saving many such orphans and teaching them martial arts to avenge their deep-seated hatreds.
This was the first move in the game.
Besides, Xu Yang discovered something else, something both good and bad.
The good news was, in this world, Gang Qi was the limit of the Martial Path, and there were no Martial Artists with Four-Realm Condensing Spirit, let alone those with Co-Dao.
The bad news was, although there were no Martial Artists above Gang Qi in this world, there were… Cultivators.
Yes, those darn Cultivation folks!
Through various channels of information and his own investigations, Xu Yang confirmed the existence of Cultivators.
Furthermore, these Cultivators had formidable combat prowess. He even stumbled upon one using a Flying Sword in a fierce fight with an Immortal fate Man, destroying a city wall several dozen feet high.
This combat ability was almost on par with him from the Great Tang world after absorbing the Evil Emperor’s relic and undergoing Embracing Core and co-dao.
Thus, one could see the ferocity of these Cultivators.
Fortunately, after observation, Xu Yang noticed that most Cultivators did not like to live in the mundane world. The stronger they were, the more this held true, only powerful Immortal fate Men would draw out strong Cultivators.
For instance, the one mentioned earlier using the Flying Sword was drawn out because an Immortal fate Man had consecutively annihilated several factions and even bloodbathed the government, making too much noise.
In other words, unless you’re an Immortal fate Man causing major disturbances, those Cultivators would hardly bother you.
Xu Yang was quite content with this; he was a very honest person who never liked to stir trouble proactively.
At least in the real world, that was the case.
Taking on a few disciples, imparting some martial arts, testing the waters, this was enough for now.
Next, he would focus on cultivation, continue to develop
Xu Yang propelled the small boat deeper into the lake, and soon vanished into the vast, fog-covered waters.
The eight hundred Dongting, boundless as the mists on the water.
This described the geographical and scenic features of Dongting, not the seasonal scenery.
Regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter, Dongting Lake was always covered with boundless mists and shrouded in clouds.
As autumn and winter approached, the fog grew thicker, especially in the central area. Even the seasoned fishermen who had been on the lake for decades dared not venture too deeply, fearing they might never return.
But to Xu Yang, this was no obstacle. With the trait of “Muddy Water Jiao Dragon,” he had already explored all of Dongting’s waters.
There were fish and shrimp, turtles and soft-shelled turtles, even gigantic fish-like water monsters, but no Cultivators, at least none that he had discovered.
As long as there were no Cultivators, everything else was manageable.
In the foggiest central area, Xu Yang carefully selected a deserted island to serve as his base.
Although the island wasn’t large, it had enough land to cultivate some paddies, plant flowers, fruit trees, and even grow Spiritual Medicine — perfectly suiting
Xu Yang’s needs..