I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

This phase of the war wasn’t particularly intense.

Du Youqian had faced almost no danger. He hadn’t even caught a glimpse of the Demon Race—he hadn’t even seen a single intact corpse, only various butchered materials.

He was stationed deep in the rear. Unless the Immortal City Alliance was on the verge of a total collapse, it was impossible for the Demon Race to get through.

Du Youqian’s slacking, his insistence on staying in the rear instead of going to the frontlines, naturally annoyed the other members of Bingchou Squad.

After all, they were short one fighter. And even if he was a weak one, he could at least serve as cannon fodder!

With one less fighter, the pressure on each of the remaining squad members increased.

But Du Youqian couldn’t care less what they thought.

He wasn’t there to make friends... Besides, he wouldn’t be at the front for long.

A month passed in a flash.

Du Youqian had now been at the front for four months, and his cultivation had finally reached the Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer.

The main reason was that he was still unfamiliar with the *Golden Jade Flying Scripture of the Eight Realms of Truth*. He prioritized stability during his cultivation, comprehending the scripture as he practiced, so he was far from reaching his maximum speed.

Even so, his progress was still quite gratifying.

At this rate, if he could get his hands on some supplementary elixirs like the Clover Rejuvenation Pill or the Dragon Kui Purple Extreme Pill, he could attempt Foundation Establishment in seven or eight months.

And once he reached Foundation Establishment, he would immediately return to Ruihan Immortal City.

GPA and all that was just a joke; the only thing holding him back was his own strength.

After reaching Foundation Establishment, his Divine Abilities would recover nearly half their power. Combined with his Sword Intent, what Core Formation cultivator from the Rong or Bian families could possibly withstand a single one of his strikes?

No one would be able to stop him from getting justice for himself.

During this time, besides his own cultivation, he also put considerable effort into subtly inquiring about the war. He listened to the old veterans boast about their experiences fighting the Demon Race, trying to understand and learn the effective tactics the Human Race had spent tens of thousands of years developing.

The Demon Race tribes opposing the Immortal City Alliance had been the same few for the past several thousand years.

The Human Race had long ago developed targeted tactics for each of their unique traits, covering everything from large-scale battle formations to specific methods for one-on-one combat.

Of course, the Demon Race had its own tactics for dealing with humans. That was unavoidable.

Over the past few thousand years, both sides had seen victories and defeats. But overall, the Immortal City Alliance’s territory was steadily expanding, while the Demon Race tribes found their own living space constantly shrinking.

’The advantage is ours.’

After piecing together all this information, Du Youqian reached a surprising conclusion: the Immortal City Alliance and the Demon Race actually had a tacit understanding.

Both sides knew that as long as the balance of power at the highest levels remained unchanged, neither could truly defeat the other.

However, their growing populations—both human and demon—were putting immense pressure on their respective resources.

Thus, periodic, low-intensity wars became their mutually agreed-upon solution. On one hand, it culled their surplus populations. On the other, the constant fighting allowed both cultivators and demons to grow stronger more quickly.

This tacit agreement would likely only be broken when one side managed to produce a powerhouse strong enough to shift the entire balance of power.

The kind of powerhouse he was talking about wasn’t your run-of-the-mill Divinity Transformation Cultivator or Tier Five Demon Emperor.

Although on the surface, the Immortal City Alliance had no Divinity Transformation cultivators and the Demon Race leader was merely a Tier Four Demon King.

But Du Youqian deduced from various signs that Divinity Transformation cultivators and Tier Five Demon Emperors represented the true peak strength of both sides.

But if a Tier Six being were to appear on either side, that would be the moment the stalemate shattered.

Thinking about Tier Six was getting ahead of himself.

All he needed to know was that, in the short term, his own plans would not be affected. That was enough.

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The first attack aimed at Du Youqian came at the end of his sixth month at the front.

By then, his cultivation had already reached the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer, though he publicly maintained it was at the Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer.

𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

During this period, Du Youqian never once let down his guard. Every day, he performed a divination for himself.

He knew very well that the longer the assassins waited, the more thorough their preparations would be. They would be aiming for a single, fatal blow.

It was highly likely his attacker would be a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

As for the form the attack would take—would it be a direct assassination? A carefully laid trap? Or would they try to kill him using a "borrowed knife"?

That was difficult to predict.

Then one day, the Immortal City Alliance camp scored a minor victory, and the higher-ups decided to issue a round of supplies.

Most cultivators withdrew to receive their supplies and recuperate.

Bingchou Squad was no exception.

Starting in the morning, logistics cultivators began distributing various Low Tier Elixirs, Spirit Stones, Immortal Brews, and fragrant, detoxified Demon Beast Meat to everyone.

While waiting for the supplies, a few cultivators from the squad started making passive-aggressive remarks toward Du Youqian.

They knew Du Youqian had powerful backing, but as the saying goes, "distant water can’t put out a nearby fire." Right now, he was just a little chick in the Qi Cultivation Realm standing right in front of them. They could push him around as they pleased, so they weren’t afraid of his connections.

Du Youqian paid no attention to their little performance.

He simply tuned out their snide remarks.

He appeared calm on the surface, but he was secretly observing everyone who came near him.

His morning divination had predicted that he would run into a "small bit of trouble" today.

Once the logistics cultivators had finished their distribution and departed, everyone in Bingchou Squad had their supplies. Du Youqian picked up the small flask of Spirit Wine allotted to him, brought it to his nose, and froze just as he was about to take a drink.

In addition to the usual ingredients for brewing, he detected the faint aroma of at least three other Spirit Medicines. The scent was incredibly faint, but Du Youqian’s Divine Sense enhanced his senses, allowing him to easily pick it out.

Coincidentally, all three were ingredients used to concoct a certain colorless, odorless poison.

Of course, creating that particular poison required two additional Spirit Medicines, but their scents were even fainter and would be almost impossible to detect once mixed with wine.

Moreover, this so-called "colorless and odorless" poison wasn’t truly without any color or taste at all. They were just so faint that forget a Qi Cultivation Cultivator, even a Foundation Establishment Cultivator would find it difficult to notice.

As for how Du Youqian knew all this?

Don’t forget, he was a Tier Three Alchemy Master.

Of course, not all Alchemy Masters were proficient in the Poison Technique.

But in his previous life, he had overseen a major project: leading a team to research a cure for a virulent plague.

For the sake of that research, he had learned a great deal about the Poison Technique.

If the Poison Technique were considered one of the Cultivation Techniques, Du Youqian’s skill would be at least at Tier Two Perfection.

Seeing Du Youqian’s hand frozen in a thoughtful pose, a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator from Bingchou Squad named Qi Hengliang sneered, "What’s wrong, little guy? Realize you’re not worthy of this Spirit Wine?"

Du Youqian looked up at him and suddenly smiled. "I was just thinking how awful this wine is. The smell alone makes my stomach turn. Back home, this is the kind of stuff we give to the servants. I would never drink it."

The faces of several Foundation Establishment cultivators darkened. Qi Hengliang, furious, snatched the small flask from Du Youqian’s hand. "Oh, the young master is too high-class for our inferior wine," he said mockingly. "In that case, don’t drink it. I’ll drink it for you."

Du Youqian feigned anger. "No, you can’t! I don’t agree to that!"

"So what if you don’t agree?" Qi Hengliang roared with laughter. He tilted his head back and, GLUG GLUG GLUG, downed the entire flask of wine without leaving a single drop. He stared provocatively at Du Youqian. "What are you going to do about it?"

Du Youqian acted as if he was fuming. He snatched up his allotted Spirit Stones and stormed off, "forgetting" to take his elixirs and Demon Beast Meat in his rage.

The truth was, he didn’t trust anything meant for consumption, so he simply decided not to take them.

Du Youqian didn’t actually go far. He found a spot just within the passive range of his Divine Sense, took out the Spirit Wine that Duan Shurui had sent him, and began to slowly savor it as he waited.

Soon, a commotion erupted from Bingchou Squad’s area. Qi Hengliang’s bloodcurdling scream echoed through the camp.

The sound of rushing air filled the sky as cultivator after cultivator flew to the scene. Even Lu Yao Master of C Subteam was alerted and personally rushed over.

Du Youqian watched secretly, noting that Lu Yao Master was on the scene attempting to save Qi Hengliang. The Master was trying to use his Magical Power to expel the toxin, but to no effect.

The army’s alchemists also rushed over, offering Antitoxic Pills from various schools of thought. It wasn’t that they particularly liked or valued Qi Hengliang; rather, if he were poisoned to death within the army camp, it would be a disgrace for everyone.

Qi Hengliang swallowed handfuls of Antitoxic Pills like they were candy, but he still couldn’t stop the blood seeping from his mouth and nose. Soon, he began to vomit mouthfuls of blood before falling into a coma.

In less than fifteen minutes, he was dead.

Lu Yao Master, his rescue attempt a failure, looked on with a grim expression.

’What a vicious poison!’