The True Cultivation of Immortality: The Divine Sword and Thunder Controlling Art
"Immortals and Taoists are not gods. They accumulate essence and energy and believe it to be true."
"The wonderful voice of Huang Tong is hard to hear, and the crimson inscriptions on jade scrolls and slips..."
Jueyunjian had been deserted since ancient times, with few visitors. The only inhabitants were the three-eyed and five-manifold immortal Liyue beings, mostly uneducated monsters.
But at noon, when the sun was at its highest, amidst the silent clouds, bursts of chanting could be heard.
If one listened carefully, they would hear a gentle male voice—calm, reassuring, and profound.
Was it the power of the voice itself, or the effect of the Huang Ting Sutra, rumored to be the "wonderful scripture of longevity" in Taoism?
The Huang Ting Sutra is divided into two parts: the Jade Sutra of the Inner Scene and the Jade Sutra of the Outer Scene.
The Outer Scene consists of myths about gods, ghosts, and immortal kings, interwoven with some mystical health-preserving techniques.
However, the Inner Scene is a true Taoist treasure—a manual for cultivating immortality.
Lu Dongbin, one of the Eight Immortals, once said:
"The thousand-year-old Dan and Seal scripts have been passed down from hand to hand, and the two volumes of the Huang Ting Sutra have been recited orally."
Unfortunately, Lu Dongbin belonged to a different world.
But now…
Amidst the clouds, a true Liyue immortal sat in meditation.
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The Gathering of Immortals
Jueyunjian was home to the high mountain of Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun.
A stone table, vacant for thousands of years, had finally been reused.
At the table sat an elegant woman with a healthy, wheat-colored complexion, wearing red-rimmed glasses. She was slender, graceful as a crane, and dressed in a simple blue-and-white gown.
She was Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun—a well-known immortal.
Of course, Jiang Yan had heard of her in his past life.
This elegant immortal had many titles, such as "Supreme Chat Lord" and "Yandere True Lord".
Ironically, none of these names had anything to do with "Liuyun" (Cloud Retainer) or "Jiefeng" (Borrowing the Wind).
Seated beside her were two others.
One had delicate features but an inhuman appearance, with black and red horns protruding from her head. She rested her chin on her hand, gazing quietly at the young man chanting in the distance.
Her attire was bold and unconventional, yet it suited her perfectly.
She was Gan Yu, Liuyun's eldest disciple—or rather, her adopted daughter.
The other was a slender woman, bound by red threads. She wasn't cold, but she seemed indifferent to everything around her.
This was Shen He, Liuyun's second disciple.
For the first time, an isolated immortal, an exhausted workaholic, and a battle-hardened warrior had gathered together.
The reason?
The young man sitting cross-legged on a boulder, chanting the Huang Ting Sutra.
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Jiang Yan: The Outsider from Another World
Jiang Yan wore a dark, slim-fitting robe. He sat before a magnificent scroll of scriptures, with golden autumn trees swaying in the background.
His face, though not sharp, radiated a gentle aura.
His eyes drifted leisurely—perhaps glancing at Gan Yu and the others, or maybe at the sea of clouds behind them.
Gan Yu, meanwhile, sat shyly, her face flushed.
Jiang Yan felt at peace.
For ninety-nine days, he had studied the Huang Ting Sutra, reciting it ninety-nine times.
He wasn't certain if he understood it completely, but at least 50-60% of its meaning had become clear.
Today marked the hundredth day since he arrived in Teyvat.
As for how he had traveled here? That no longer mattered.
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The Mysterious System Awakens
Upon arriving in Teyvat, Jiang Yan awakened a system.
But it was different from what he had expected.
There was no name.
No beginner's gift pack.
No response to his calls.
It simply issued a single task:
"Read it a hundred times, and its meaning will become apparent to you. Within a hundred days, recite the Huang Ting Sutra a hundred times, and the system will officially activate."
That was all.
After that, silence.
Frustrated, Jiang Yan had no choice but to comply.
Fortunately, Liuyun took him in, perhaps finding him interesting or maybe hoping to provide Shen He with some company.
She built a cave for him on her mountain, where he began his arduous task of recitation.
At first, it was dull.
But over time, Jiang Yan noticed something—his previously restless mind had calmed.
The anxiety and fear of being powerless in a dangerous world like Teyvat gradually faded away.
He had started reciting out of necessity, but soon, it became a habit.
And perhaps, it was thanks to the system, or the profound power of the Huang Ting Sutra, but his comprehension grew at an astonishing rate.
His recitations purified his mind and soul, and even those who listened felt a deep sense of peace.
This was why Gan Yu and the others looked forward to his recitations every day.
Even Ningguang suspected that Gan Yu was using Jiang Yan as a secret stress relief method.
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The Moment of Transformation
Today marked the hundredth recitation and the hundredth day in Teyvat.
Gan Yu had come with a mission—she wanted to take Jiang Yan to Liyue Harbor.
No matter how talented he was, he was still a mortal among immortals. And Liyue could always use someone with his unique perspective.
Besides, she had personal reasons as well.
Just as Jiang Yan was about to finish, an unexpected event occurred.
Suddenly—
Endless purple energy condensed in the sky, carrying the faint scent of agarwood and pine.
Liuyun and Shen He immediately stepped forward, shielding Gan Yu.
Jiang Yan remained seated, eyes closed, his Taoist robe billowing without wind.
A thin golden film of light enveloped his body.
His once short hair grew rapidly, reaching his waist in mere moments.
The sky's purple energy flowed into him, converging into a delicate, pale golden rune on his forehead.
Liuyun frowned slightly.
Though she couldn't decipher its meaning, she could sense its immense power.
Gan Yu, however, was panicked.
"Jiang Yan! Are you okay? Do you feel unwell?"
Jiang Yan slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze met Gan Yu's, warm and steady.
After a moment, he smiled.
"Gan Yu…"
"Thank you for your concern. I've never felt better."
In the golden system panel that only he could see, the long-hidden title finally emerged:
[System of Preaching and Cultivating Immortals]
And beneath it—
"Mission Completed. Rewards Unlocked."
Jiang Yan took a deep breath.
From this moment on—
He was no longer an ordinary mortal in Teyvat.
He was a true cultivator.
And he was invincible.