In Order to Live as an Immortal, I changed a martial artist world to a xianxia world Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Brother Dog! The Protagonist in Bai Chen’s Eyes!

“System!”

“Does this world have protagonists?”

Standing high in the void, Bai Chen silently asked his system, his gaze fixed below.

“Host!”

“The world you have traversed into is a fusion world, an amalgamation of various realms!”

“In this world, there exist certain extraordinary individuals whose fate far surpasses that of ordinary people!”

“These individuals are known as Children of Fortune, the darlings of destiny!”

“However, compared to the average person, they rely possess better luck and are less likely to et an untily demise.”

“As for what the host refers to as a ‘protagonist’, such an existence does not truly exist in this world!”

“If one had to identify a true protagonist, then the only rightful candidate would be you—the host, who wields this system!”

As the system’s response echoed in Bai Chen’s mind, his lips curled into a wry smile.

“System, I get what you’re saying.”

“But tell … how do you explain that guy down there?”

His eyes shifted downward, landing on a young man dressed in tattered cloth, his hair unkempt, sitting atop a massive boulder, ditating. The youth’s True Qi, at the level of Celestial Grandmaster, was rapidly transforming into cultivator’s mana at an absurdly unnatural speed. Beside him, a bloodied beast’s corpse lay motionless, lifeless. At first glance, it all seed ordinary—a warrior defeating a ferocious beast and then finding a cultivation manual among its hoard.

But Bai Chen knew better.

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When Bai Chen had first arrived, this young man had not been battling the beast. The beast was chasing him, trying to kill him. But sohow, no matter how dire the situation, no matter how fast the beast struck, the young man would always barely dodge in ti. Inexplicably, The beast was the one getting battered instead, crashing into rocky cliffs, slamming into sharp crags, and injuring itself more and more, until it literally collapsed from exhaustion.

Only then did the young man turn back and finish it off with ease, claiming the beast’s treasures as his own. Seeing this absurd chain of events unfold, Bai Chen was utterly dumbfounded. Driven by curiosity, he activated his divine sense, seeking to unveil the mysterious identity of this strange man.

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Shi Potian.

Alias: Brother Dog.

“…”

The mont Bai Chen saw the na, his mind went blank.

Shi Potian?! This isn’t right. Where is the Supre Mystery Sutra?

In Bai Chen’s understanding, Shi Potian was supposed to be one of the most monstrous martial artists in history, a man who could comprehend an entire cultivation scripture just by staring at so stone carvings. But here—he hadn’t cultivated the Supre Mystery Sutra at all. Despite that, his martial prowess had reached the Celestial Grandmaster realm by the age of twenty.

Twenty years old as a Celestial Grandmaster was proof of his talent. This level of talent was even more terrifying than Bai Chen’s own. But when Bai Chen recalled Shi Potian’s absurd journey—a life of endless coincidences and fortune—he slowly ca to accept it. However, just as Bai Chen cald himself, the next scene nearly made him collapse from sheer disbelief.

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Due to his desperate flight from the beast, Shi Potian had expended an imnse amount of stamina.

Now, sitting beside the beast’s corpse, he noticed a pile of spirit fruits in the creature’s lair.

Without thinking, he grabbed a handful and devoured them whole. Not just one, or two, But several at once. As expected, an uncontrollable surge of spiritual energy flooded his body. His face turned red, his ridians swelled, and he nearly exploded on the spot. Even as he tried to refine the energy, it was simply too much to handle. He was monts away from death.

Then, by sheer coincidence, his gaze landed on a pile of rubble where a tattered book lay discarded. He picked it up and just started practising it.

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Bai Chen nearly choked on air.

He hurriedly examined the book’s title— Scarlet Firmant Nine Heavens Diagram. It was a Refining Void and rging Dao-level cultivation technique. Bai Chen was at a loss for words. This was one of the most powerful cultivation thods he had designed—easily within his top five creations. However, it was also one of the most difficult to master, ranking in the top three in terms of sheer complexity.

The Scarlet Firmant Nine Heavens Diagram contained no detailed instructions. It required total comprehension from the practitioner. There were no guides. No explanations. No annotations. And yet Shi Potian was successfully cultivating it. This was the sa guy who learned the Supre Mystery Sutra just by staring at a rock. It suddenly all made sense.

“…I suppose this is fate, then.”

Even without the Supre Mystery Sutra, Shi Potian had stumbled upon a stronger technique.

What kind of divine-level luck is this?!

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BOOM!

An imnse wave of spiritual energy exploded from Shi Potian’s body, spreading through the surroundings.

Bai Chen’s eyes flickered.

“Refining Essence into Qi—early-stage.”

Bai Chen exhaled slowly. He wasn’t even surprised anymore. He had long accepted reality. Shi Potian’s breakthrough speed was so ridiculous, it was pointless to question it.

“At this rate…”

Bai Chen rubbed his temples, chuckling dryly.

“I might need to start keeping an eye on Brother Dog.”

There was no logic to Shi Potian’s growth. Everything about him was nonsensical. The Supre Mystery Sutra was gone. Yet, he still acquired sothing even stronger.

Is this re chance? Or is it…so sort of cosmic design?

Even though the system assured him that there was no true protagonist in this world,

Bai Chen wasn’t convinced anymore.

If all Children of Fortune were rated on a scale, then Shi Potian was simply on an entirely different level.

Compared to him, the other so-called “favored ones” were laughable.

This man was an anomaly.

And Bai Chen had a strange feeling—

One day, Shi Potian might just beco one of the most unpredictable variables in the entire world.

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Just as Bai Chen was deep in thought, his eyes suddenly shifted.

“Soone’s coming.”

From the distance—

A young swordsman approached, his blade glistening in the dim light.

As he stepped closer, his expression hardened.

The air slled of blood.

“This place…”

A’Fei muttered, eyes narrowing.

“…A battle happened here not too long ago.”

Bai Chen grinned.

This is about to get interesting.

Chapter Seventy-Three: Robbing Shi Potian! Have You Lost Your Mind?

“Hoo~”

Shi Potian exhaled deeply and slowly opened his eyes. A flicker of joy flashed across them as he sensed the changes within his body. Yet, alongside this joy, a trace of confusion surfaced in his heart. For he had no recollection of what had just happened to him.

“You’re awake?”

At that mont, a young man’s voice rang in his ears. Shi Potian turned his gaze towards the source of the voice. Not far away, A’Fei sat atop a rock, cradling his longsword in his arms.

“Brother, thank you very much!”

Shi Potian’s face broke into an honest, guileless smile. Though he had no idea who A’Fei was, he could tell that the man had not taken advantage of his vulnerable state during ditation. Instead, A’Fei had remained there, seemingly standing guard. This could only an one thing—A’Fei had intentionally stayed to protect him while he cultivated. Given his naturally kind-hearted disposition, Shi Potian felt nothing but gratitude towards him.

“It was nothing.”

“But you sure are bold, cultivating with so little vigilance.”

A’Fei chuckled as he spoke.

What he did not say, however, was that aside from boldness, Shi Potian also possessed terrifying strength. When A’Fei had first arrived, the demonic beast’s corpse had still been fresh. Even from the lifeless remains, he could sense an overwhelming aura of danger. It was clear—this beast was far stronger than any A’Fei had encountered before.

“Uh…”

“I don’t know what happened… I just started cultivating all of a sudden.”

Shi Potian scratched the back of his head, looking slightly embarrassed. He truly had no idea why he had ditated for so long. His mory only went as far as losing consciousness. All he rembered was consuming a few extra spirit fruits, which had flooded his body with an imnse surge of heaven and earth energy. Then, he had seemingly seen sothing and instinctively sat down to cultivate. And when he awoke, he felt utterly transford—his very being reborn. It was then that he noticed A’Fei.

“Are you cultivating an Immortal Dao technique?”

A’Fei hesitated for a mont before voicing the question gnawing at his mind. He knew well enough that asking about another’s cultivation thod was an imnse breach of etiquette. With a more volatile individual, such a question could have cost him his life. Yet, staring at Shi Potian’s honest and carefree smile, A’Fei could not hold back his curiosity. The allure of the Immortal Dao was simply too great.

“Ah?”

“Oh, right!”

Shi Potian blinked in surprise before suddenly recalling sothing. With a leap, he landed amidst a pile of rubble and retrieved a partially buried scroll. It was after glimpsing this very scroll earlier that he had, for reasons unknown, begun cultivating—and ended up in his current state. Without hesitation, he walked over to A’Fei and extended the scroll towards him.

“Brother, this is the technique I cultivated!”

“Since you helped guard while I ditated, I’d like to give it to you.”

Gratitude shone in Shi Potian’s eyes as he spoke. Shi Potian was kind, but he was no fool. He was well aware of how precious this scroll was. Yet, he was still willing to part with it. For he knew that if A’Fei had harboured ill intentions, he could have struck him down while he was cultivating—rendering him utterly defenceless. Instead, A’Fei had watched over him, ensuring his safety. To him, this alone was proof that A’Fei was not a bad person.

Thus, even if A’Fei were to learn the contents of the scroll, Shi Potian did not mind.

Besides, when he had comprehended The Nine Heavens Crimson Firmant Diagram, he had already gained full mastery of its technique. With or without the scroll, he could continue cultivating it indefinitely.

“You…”

“You…”

A’Fei stared at the scroll within arm’s reach, montarily dumbfounded. Never in his life had he encountered sothing like this. This is an Immortal Dao technique!

Countless warriors from the five great dynasties had fought tooth and nail, shedding blood over the re chance to obtain one. Yet this young man—whom he had just t—was offering it to him freely.

Is this so kind of test? But then… why does Shi Potian’s tone sound so utterly sincere?

A’Fei took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He studied Shi Potian intently as if trying to see through him.

“You don’t even know my na.”

“Are you truly willing to entrust an Immortal Dao technique to without hesitation?”

A’Fei’s voice was steady, but disbelief was evident in his eyes.

He was now certain—Shi Potian was not testing him. Even so, he could not understand how soone could be so… simple.

No. Not simple—downright pure-hearted.

“Hehe~”

“Brother, my na is Shi Potian!”

“You don’t seem like a bad person. Just take it!”

Shi Potian grinned and stuffed the scroll into A’Fei’s hands.

He trusted his instincts. And his instincts told him that A’Fei was soone he could believe in.

“This…”

A’Fei stared at the scroll in his hands, feeling as if he were in a dream. He had never imagined that soone would simply give him an Immortal Dao technique.

“You don’t seem particularly eager to keep that scroll.”

“In that case, why not hand it over to instead?”

A sudden voice interrupted.

Shi Potian and A’Fei imdiately turned their gazes towards the source. Two n approached them, one leading the way while the other followed closely behind.

“Who are you?”

A’Fei tucked the scroll away and tightened his grip on his sword, his expression wary. Unlike Shi Potian, he was not so naive. These two were clearly up to no good.

“I am Murong Fu of Gusu.”

The leading man smiled faintly as he introduced himself. Murong Fu’s heart pounded with excitent. He and Feng Bo’e had encountered multiple demonic beasts since entering Xuantian Sword Sect, each ti barely escaping with their lives.

But just now, they had arrived here by chance—just in ti to witness Shi Potian handing over the scroll to A’Fei. Coupled with the beast’s carcass in the distance, Murong Fu imdiately jumped to a conclusion.

These two are rely lucky!

The demonic beast’s body, long since devoid of its forr majesty, suggested it has been dead for quite so ti. Surely, it is just a feeble creature.

And the two youths before him—neither can be older than twenty.

Murong Fu was convinced.

Their cultivation at best is that of Zhixuan grandmasters. Yet they had obtained an Immortal Dao technique?

The injustice of it all gnawed at Murong Fu’s heart. He, Murong Fu, a Tianxiang grandmaster, had yet to acquire one.

What right do these two nobodies have to possess such a treasure?

And so, he had stepped forth, intent on taking the technique for himself. Of course, to maintain his Nan Murong prestige, A’Fei and Shi Potian had to die here as well. Behind him, Feng Bo’e thought little of such matters. To him, Xuantian Sword Sect was an opportunity. And the weak had no right to fortune.

“Murong Fu?”

“Never heard of you.”

A’Fei smirked coldly.

Though new to the martial world, he had genuinely never heard of Murong Fu before. But he did not need to. The situation was crystal clear. These two had co for the Immortal Dao technique. There was no need for pleasantries.