Longevity: After Six Thousand Years, The Diary Was Exposed - Chapter 3

“Oh?”

Great Elder Wei Yuan’s expression became serious as he murmured, “If only there were black silk, it would be perfect?”

He paced a few steps, then turned sharply. “The Holy Lord’s talent and brilliance are rare even in ten thousand years within our Holy Land.”

“However!”

“To the Immortal Emperor, it seems black silk is still needed to reach perfection.”

Wei Yuan’s face grew increasingly grave. “Clearly, this ‘black silk’ is something extraordinary.”

The group of elders pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Yuan Ruoyu had a faint feeling that something was amiss, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

Wei Yuan’s thoughts raced, growing more confident in his direction, and he said solemnly, “Holy Lord!”

“This matter is of great importance; I believe we must act immediately.”

Yuan Ruoyu asked, “What do you propose, Great Elder?”

A glint appeared in Wei Yuan’s eyes as he suggested, “Two steps. First, send people to review ancient texts, hoping to find any mention of this black silk.”

“Second, immediately dispatch someone to the Profound Azure Sect in the Azure Province.”

Wei Yuan looked eagerly at Yuan Ruoyu and explained, “After all, that sect was once the Immortal Emperor’s home; it might hold some clues.”

Yuan Ruoyu found his reasoning sound and agreed promptly. Her calm voice echoed in the hall: “Proceed as the Great Elder advises.”

“However, avoid any hostilities with the Profound Azure Sect.”

This scene was not unique to Jade Pool Holy Land.

Throughout the cultivation world of the Eastern Xuan Continent, everyone was trying to decipher the contents of the Immortal Diary.

Naturally, each faction had its own interpretation.

In the Primordial Holy Land…

Beneath an ancient tree that stretched to the heavens, another group clutched copies of the Immortal Diary, lost in deep thought.

As they encountered one baffling term after another, each looked increasingly troubled.

The Great Elder of Primordial Holy Land, Xiao Changqing, known for his impatience, grew more irritated as he read.

He cursed, “Grass? What kind of grass is it supposed to be? Couldn’t you at least clarify?”

“Grass! Grass! Damn it!”

———

Liyue Immortal Dynasty.

Inside the Immortal Hall…

Empress Ye Qingge sat on her throne, her expression icy as her gaze swept over the ministers below.

At this moment, the court was in utter disarray.

“I believe that ‘transmigrators’ must be some sort of special group. Perhaps the Immortal Emperor became one of them.”

“A special group? Are you saying there are many others in this world like the Immortal Emperor?”

“Well…”

“If we want to decipher the diary, I think ‘golden finger’ is the key!”

“But isn’t the ‘system’ also key?”

“And isn’t ‘black silk’ important?”

“Isn’t the ‘ancient grandpa’ important?”

“Uh, that’s not what I meant!”

Ye Qingge’s face showed a hint of impatience as she turned her gaze toward Prime Minister Gongsun Mu.

“Elder Gongsun, what do you think?”

The hall fell silent immediately.

Gongsun Mu, an elderly yet vigorous-looking man, stepped forward and replied, “Your Majesty!”

“The Immortal Emperor was no ordinary person. Fully deciphering the diary he left behind is as difficult as ascending to the heavens.”

Ye Qingge’s interest was piqued. “Then what is your suggestion, Elder Gongsun?”

“I suggest a divide-and-conquer approach!” Gongsun Mu paused, then continued, “Send people to search the Immortal Dynasty for those born with a golden finger, cultivate them intensively, and observe any changes.”

“Perhaps a breakthrough could arise from there.”

Ye Qingge considered the idea. Since there was no better option, she nodded. “Approved!”

———

In a desolate region…

An old man with a childlike face and gray hair suddenly burst out from the woods, carrying an enormous gourd on his back.

Barefoot, he dashed forward, scratching his head occasionally.

In just a few breaths…

The old man had crossed mountains and rivers, arriving at a peak dozens of miles away.

He stopped, looked up, and let out a long, frustrated howl, “I can’t decipher this diary! I just can’t!”

“Pffft—”

After his outburst, he suddenly coughed up blood and collapsed backward onto the ground.

Shortly afterward…

A group of people in uniform arrived. The leading woman called out in a soft voice, “Grandmaster! Grandmaster, are you all right?”

“Oh no, he’s suffered a deviation! Don’t touch him; call for the elders immediately!”

———

Azure Province, Southern Region.

Profound Azure Sect.

Sect Master Yan Changkong paced back and forth, his brows furrowed and sighs escaping him from time to time.

The fact that the Immortal Emperor had once been a disciple of their sect was shocking, leaving him bewildered even now.

Although this was six thousand years ago, and for a mortal, that spans many lifetimes. But to a powerful cultivator or sect, what is that?

Some great cultivators spend over a thousand years in a single seclusion…

A few more rounds of seclusion is all that six thousand years really means.

Although the Profound Azure Sect was just a minor sect in Azure Province, it had once been quite illustrious, even producing cultivators in the Integration Realm. Its legacy spanned nearly eighty thousand years.

“Sigh…”

Yan Changkong let out a heavy sigh. This revelation was no small matter. If handled poorly, it could lead to the sect’s destruction!

He calculated the timeline.

When the Immortal Emperor was in the Profound Azure Sect, his grandmaster had been the sect leader, and Yan Changkong himself hadn’t even been born yet.

And now, this explosive revelation was dropped into his lap.

“However, if handled well, this matter could also bring tremendous benefits for the sect’s development.”

Yan Changkong pondered. He was of average build, slightly chubby, with eyes gleaming with ambition.

Suddenly, a disciple entered to report.

“Sect Master!”

“We’ve finally uncovered some traces regarding the Immortal Emperor, though the records are scarce due to the passage of time.”

Yan Changkong’s expression shifted. Without saying a word, he flashed into the main hall.

In the hall, hundreds of sect members were busy combing through records and jade slips.

That’s right.

Unlike others, the Profound Azure Sect wasn’t focused on deciphering the diary but rather on searching for records—hoping to unearth the true identity of the Immortal Emperor from six thousand years ago.

An elder in gray robes approached him, holding a yellowed paper.

“Sect Master, based on clues from the diary, after extensive filtering, we finally found something.”

“Fortunately, there weren’t many outer disciples at that time!”

Yan Changkong acknowledged him and took the yellowed paper to read.

Outer Disciple Register—

Name: Lin Feng.

Talent: Average.

Cultivation Technique: Xuanqing Art.

Background: None.

There were also scattered records, like Lin Feng’s visits to the sect’s library and the techniques he had borrowed.

Yan Changkong’s face turned green as he read. He asked, “Is that all?”

The gray-robed elder replied, “That’s all.”

This document contained almost no important information; it would have been better if it didn’t exist at all.

Yan Changkong lowered his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

After a long while, he suddenly raised his head and said, “This information won’t do. Who would believe that the Immortal Emperor had such an ordinary past?”

The gray-robed elder asked, “What should we do then?”

Yan Changkong gritted his teeth, “We need to embellish it a bit.”

“His talent definitely can’t be labeled as average; it must be extraordinary. The average label is just to protect him!”

“Also, we should add some interesting anecdotes about his cultivation, notable figures in his life, and comments from his master, etc.”

The gray-robed elder nodded, “I understand, Sect Master!”

But Yan Changkong wasn’t finished. He continued, “Prepare ten thousand copies of the information according to what I just said.”

“And!”

“We need to clarify every detail about the places where the Immortal Emperor lived, bathed, or even where he took a dump!”

The gray-robed elder’s face showed some difficulty. “He was just an outer disciple; how could he have a cave dwelling?”

“It must exist! And we should also note the Immortal Emperor’s former residence, got it?”

“Understood!”

Thus, in the following days, everyone in the Profound Azure Sect began to get busy.

They transcribed the materials about the Emperor one by one.

Many places in the sect were marked, including the Immortal Emperor’s former residence, bathhouse, toilet, and even his favorite sitting stone…

Even a half-dead old tree became a point of interest because the Emperor had once climbed it playfully!

After two more days…

DONG!

A loud bell rang within the Profound Azure Sect.

Yan Changkong suddenly opened his eyes, and the next moment, a disciple rushed in to report.

“Sect Master!”

“Someone from the Jade Pool Holy Land has arrived!”

Soon, another disciple followed: “Sect Master, the Xuan Bird Guard from the Liyue Immortal Dynasty has come!”

“Sect Master, people from the Primordial Holy Land have arrived!”

“Sect Master, the ancient clans of the Jiang, Zuo, and Hua families have all come together!”

“Sect Master, there are many elders from other sects as well. You should probably go and take a look!”

Yan Changkong waved his hand, signaling the disciples to withdraw.

Only then did he stand up from his chair, his legs shaking slightly, and his scalp tingling!

Although Yan Changkong was the leader of a sect and had lived for over three thousand years, when had he ever encountered such a scene?