I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

The two Red Lotus Sect disciples who had been sent flying violently spat blood in mid-air and fell unconscious.

The Treasure Seal, its momentum undiminished, seemed to drift through the air, carving a wide arc before crashing into a Copper Furnace within the hall.

"Ah!"

The Copper Furnace tumbled to the ground, its lid flying open to reveal an unconscious Kun Cultivator with disheveled hair, half her body exposed.

The Treasure Seal continued its flight, returning to Du Youqian’s sleeve.

A Kun Cultivator from the Red Lotus Sect appeared, dressed in a revealing red miniskirt and a headdress reminiscent of a phoenix crown and brocade. She did not, however, launch an attack.

She had intended to strike immediately, to create a diversion to rescue her comrades, but she quickly came to her senses.

The two who were sent flying were both at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, while the disciple in the Copper Furnace was at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.

Their strength was only slightly less than her own, the gap not being particularly large.

Even if she attacked, she would only be sacrificing herself with no hope of saving her fellow disciples.

’And to think this Master Baili actually has a Treasure on him...’

Here’s a little-known fact.

Not even every Core Formation Master possesses a Treasure.

Many struggling Core Formation Masters went deep into debt exchanging for Spiritual Objects and Secret Techniques just to break through to the Core Formation realm.

Decades after achieving Core Formation, they still hadn’t managed to pay off the interest.

Where would they find the money to forge a Treasure?

’An enemy this strong... I’d better not risk my life.’

After a moment’s thought, she dropped her coquettish laugh. Instead, she bowed solemnly to Du Youqian, though her voice remained alluring. "I have been presumptuous; I pray the Celestial Master will forgive me. I will immediately offer a generous gift, take my sisters, and return to our Sect, never to set foot in the Wu Kingdom again. What does the Celestial Master think of this arrangement?"

Du Youqian’s seemingly placid gaze swept over her, sending a chill through her heart.

"Leave? You think you can just come and go as you please? What do you take my Wu Kingdom for?"

The Kun Cultivator’s anger flared, but she said no more. With a flick of her fair hand, a hairpin shot forth like a Flying Sword.

This hairpin seemed to be crafted in the manner of a Soul-Breaking Nail, making it exceptionally vicious.

Even the slightest scratch would inflict a fate worse than death.

The Kun Cultivator leaned forward, feigning a charge after the hairpin, but then suddenly leaped back, landing on a length of red silk tossed by her final conscious companion, and prepared to flee.

"Aiya!" A short cry of alarm.

The Kun Cultivator looked over and saw that the companion who had thrown the red silk had also appeared, tumbling from mid-air, clearly unconscious.

Seeing this, the Kun Cultivator stomped on the red silk, ceasing her acceleration and forcing herself to turn back.

If two of them had managed to escape, she could have come up with some excuse.

But if all five of her fellow disciples were captured, she’d be skinned alive when she got back.

In the most literal sense of the phrase.

The Red Lotus Sect was hardly a place that produced saints and philanthropists.

If you made a mistake, you were first sent for a walk through the Red Lotus Karmic Fire!

Don’t bother begging the Sect elders for mercy.

Go plead your case to the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

See if the Red Lotus Karmic Fire will spare you.

She returned to face Du Youqian, her expression a sweet smile and her steps as light as a dancer’s, but in reality, her entire body was tense, ready to flee for her life at any moment.

After bowing, she rose, tears glistening in her eyes. "I am Cheng Pei, an Inner Disciple of the Red Lotus Sect. Master Baili, I am the one who has offended you. Beat me, punish me—do as you please. Even if you... I will have no complaints. Just please, do not harm my sisters!"

Du Youqian said coldly, "Don’t embarrass yourself with such pathetic parlor tricks. You dare use a Charm Art of this caliber? Have you no shame? Couldn’t you have practiced it to a higher level? And another thing—are you secretly circulating Magic, preparing to snatch your friends and flee? You young people... you’ve lived in the Imperial Palace for over two years and never thought to inspect it properly? I have been managing this place for ten years. I’ve set up several Arrays, and you haven’t found a single one. I am truly disappointed."

Cheng Pei was aghast. She hurriedly probed with her Divine Sense, but still found no trace of an Array.

For a moment, she couldn’t be sure if his skill in setting up Arrays was too profound for her to detect, or if he was simply bluffing.

But on second thought, a man who possessed a Treasure could very well be capable of setting up advanced Arrays. It wouldn’t be strange at all.

’Perhaps he’s an old monster who has undergone Possession... although his body and soul are fused so tightly it doesn’t look like it. But who knows? It could be the effect of some Secret Technique.’

She knelt and prostrated herself, the high peaks and deep valley of her chest, as well as the two pert peaches of her backside, deeply imprinting themselves in Du Youqian’s eyes.

As if unaware of how much she was revealing, she said through her tears, "I was wrong. I should not have harbored such foolish fantasies. Please punish me, Celestial Master! It is just that this humble girl’s cultivation has not been easy. Please spare our wretched lives. We will be sure to sing the Celestial Master’s praises upon our return, and the entire Red Lotus Sect will be endlessly grateful!"

Du Youqian snorted. "Do you think I don’t know the character of people from the Red Lotus Sect? Cut the nonsense. Since you’ve provoked me, there’s no way I’m letting you off easy. For now, I’ll spare their lives. You go back and ask that Martial Sister Chuchu of yours what price she is willing to pay. And tell her, if she decides to play dumb and isn’t planning on buying back these disciples’ lives, then I will personally ascend to the Red Lotus Sect and collect the interest from her myself."

As he spoke, he pointed a finger at Cheng Pei.

Cheng Pei felt something strange inside her, but a quick check of her body revealed nothing amiss.

"Be gone!"

"Yes! I will deliver the message faithfully upon my return." Cheng Pei scrambled to her feet, leaped onto the red silk, and fled, terrified that Du Youqian might change his mind.

’This man is truly formidable,’ she thought, ’but as long as Martial Sister Chuchu... no, Martial Uncle Chuchu is willing to act, he can be taken down.’

The thought of having to call that bitch "Martial Uncle" infuriated her.

But there was nothing to be done. The enemy was too strong. She had used every trick in her arsenal and was still no match for him. Her only option was to go back and beg for help.

If she had known that Du Youqian was actually a Body Refining Cultivator and had only been fighting with Magic and his Treasure, without using his physical strength or Divine Abilities at all... I wonder what her expression would have been?

After she left, Du Youqian waved his sleeve.

Showing not a shred of chivalry, he piled the five heavily injured Red Lotus Sect disciples on top of one another like a human pyramid.

Then, with another flick of his sleeve, the unconscious eunuchs and Palace Maids in the hall, along with Emperor Shunde, all slowly began to stir.

When Emperor Shunde opened his eyes, he was startled to see Du Youqian standing solemnly with his back to him.

His eyelid twitched when his gaze fell upon the five Red Lotus Sect disciples, their conditions unknown.

He immediately dropped to his knees. "Celestial Master, please forgive my offense!"

The Palace Maids and eunuchs in the hall were horrified.

They had only ever seen the Emperor kneel to Heaven, to the Earth, and to his ancestors. When had they ever seen the Emperor kneel to another person!

This... this was a violation of the fundamental order of things!

Du Youqian spoke slowly, "It is not convenient for me to tell you the reasons behind this. However, I am indeed worthy of this bow."

Hearing the tone of his voice, devoid of any killing intent, Emperor Shunde felt a sliver of relief.

He mulled over Du Youqian’s words but still couldn’t understand.

Why did he say he was worthy of an emperor’s kneeling?

In this entire world, who was worthy of receiving a kowtow from the Emperor?

Before he could figure it out, Du Youqian spoke again. "Everything I, the Celestial Master, have done has been for the sake of the Wu Kingdom and the Du Clan. Your Majesty... you are tired. Perhaps you should retire as the Supreme Emperor and enjoy a life of leisure."

Emperor Shunde breathed a sigh of relief.

’My life is spared!’

’And the Du Family’s throne is secure!’

What followed immediately was a wave of intense indignation and reluctance.

He was indignant at Du Youqian’s domineering and rebellious actions, and loath to part with the power in his hands.

An emperor without power was not even as well-off as a rich man!

The so-called Supreme Emperor was nothing more than a defeated dog.

But at this moment, he was utterly powerless.

He could only hope that future generations would learn to endure and not rashly offend the Celestial Master again.

Though the Celestial Master was an Immortal Master, Xin’Er had said that even Immortal Masters had finite lifespans.

They generally only lived for one or two hundred years.

The longer-lived ones could last four or five hundred years.

’From now on, the Du Imperial Family must have more children!’

’We must strive to continue the bloodline!’

’The bloodline must continue until the day the Celestial Master’s life ends!’

"Yes, I will abdicate as soon as possible. Celestial Master, I am sorry!"

Du Youqian turned around, his tone nonchalant. "There’s no need to be sorry. I understand. But you don’t need to be angry, either. After all, it was I who gave your family the throne in the first place."

Emperor Shunde’s eyes widened.

"Just live out the rest of your life in peace. As long as you don’t try anything foolish, I won’t make things difficult for you. Who do you want to succeed the throne?"

Emperor Shunde thought for a moment. "The King of Zhou, perhaps?"

The King of Zhou, Du Chuyun, was his most beloved son, but he was not born of the Empress and thus had not been named Crown Prince.

Du Chuyun had an introverted and scholarly personality. He enjoyed reading and solitude, disliked lively gatherings, and held no ambition for power.

If Du Chuyun were to take the throne, perhaps the Celestial Master would refrain from another deposal in his own lifetime.

Du Youqian was noncommittal. "I’m indifferent. It’s all the same to me who becomes emperor. As long as they don’t obstruct my reforms, they’ll be a good emperor."

"I understand," Emperor Shunde said with a bitter smile.

’Why did I even bother?’

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Cheng Pei flew nonstop. Whenever her Magical Power ran low, she luxuriously replenished it with Spiritual Jade, rushing back to the Red Lotus Sect at the fastest possible speed.

Luckily, Martial Uncle Chuchu was not in seclusion, and she was able to meet with the Core Formation Master without issue.

"Greetings, Master Martial Uncle!" Cheng Pei did not cry. She knew that in front of a fellow woman like Martial Uncle Chuchu, such little tricks were useless. "I have failed. All five of our sisters have fallen into the enemy’s hands."

She repeated Du Youqian’s words, then added, "That Master Baili of the Wu Kingdom is no ordinary Loose Cultivator. He is incredibly knowledgeable, aware of many secrets of the Major Sects. His cultivation is profound, his methods are superb, he has at least one Treasure, and he may even have Tier Three proficiency in Arrays. I was no match for this person. I can only ask you, Martial Uncle, to seek justice on our behalf."

Xia Chuchu lived up to her name, possessing a delicate and pitiable demeanor that would make anyone’s heart ache with sympathy.

In terms of pure looks, she wasn’t a peerless beauty, but she had a universal appeal, making anyone who saw her, man or woman, feel an immediate surge of pity and a desire to protect her.

She cast a cold glance at Cheng Pei and said softly, "Do you have any last words?"

Cheng Pei looked up in terror. "Martial Uncle, spare my life!"

Xia Chuchu sighed. "You’re already dead. There’s nothing even I can do to save you. Don’t waste time. Do you have any last words?"

Cheng Pei refused to believe it, simply crying and begging for mercy.

A moment later, a surge of Sword Intent erupted from within her body. Amidst her look of shock and dawning realization, her entire body was sliced into a million pieces.

Xia Chuchu had already dodged aside, not allowing a single drop of blood to splash onto her.

Watching the shower of Cheng Pei’s flesh and blood, she frowned, tilted her head, and thought for a moment.

’If anyone saw this scene, a famous painting would surely be born: *The Beautiful Chuchu Amidst a Rain of Gore and Blood*.’

"What an impressive Master Baili... Such a sharp Sword Intent. I’m afraid even the Masters of the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion might not compare. This is not a man to be fought head-on. Even if I could kill him, the price I’d have to pay would be too high. The gains would not justify the losses. It would be better to prepare a generous gift and turn this foe into a friend."