Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality

“Nothing beats the comfort of a bed!” Lu Yang exclaimed as he dove onto the cozy bed, wearing a blissful expression.

“Right, sleeping is so comfortable,” agreed Yellow Bean, who had been dead for over 300,000 years. She now spent her days sleeping in the spiritual space, sleeping longer when she was in a good mood and less when she was not.

Fortunately, she was always in a good mood.

The Everlasting Fairy waited for a response from Lu Yang for a long time, but when she finally noticed him, he was already asleep, his mouth slightly open, sleeping deeply.

The days spent in the dense forest had been utterly exhausting. Lu Yang had been constantly on high alert, like a tightly stretched string. Once in a comfortable environment, he completely relaxed.

Meng Jingzhou was in a similar situation, falling asleep as soon as he hit the bed.

He had been pampered since childhood, and his family could get him anything he wanted, even the stars in the sky. He had never suffered like he did in the forest.

“Sir, your food is here,” the waiter lightly knocked on the door.

The Everlasting Fairy, worried about waking Lu Yang, temporarily took over his body to answer the door.

“Shh, keep it down, he’s sleeping,” the Everlasting Fairy said softly, placing her finger to her lips to remind the waiter to lower his voice.

The waiter handed the tray to the Everlasting Fairy and instinctively whispered, “Understood, sir.”

The Everlasting Fairy took the tray, closed the door, placed the food on the table, and returned Lu Yang’s body to the bed, arranging it as before, as if nothing had happened.

“So boring, I’ll sleep too,” the Everlasting Fairy yawned and fell asleep in the spiritual space.

As the waiter reached the staircase, he suddenly remembered the room’s situation from the corner of his eye.

“Wasn’t there only one person in that room? Who’s sleeping?”

An inexplicable chill ran down his spine as if he were being watched. He quickened his pace down the stairs.

“Gods protect me, gods protect me! I’ve done nothing wrong!”

…

“So comfortable!”

Lu Yang woke up from the bed.

“Smells delicious.”

He saw the table filled with three meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a soup, and was very surprised.

Where did this food come from?

He did remember asking the waiter to bring food, but he didn’t recall opening the door.

“Do I have a sleepwalking habit?” Lu Yang scratched his head, thinking he was confused from sleep.

To give credit, the waiter’s taste was quite good. The dishes delivered had a distinct local flavor and were very tasty, soft, and smooth. The ingredients were likely from Foundation Building Stage demon beasts, replenishing spiritual power and restoring mental energy.

Originally, Lu Yang wanted to ask the Everlasting Fairy if she wanted to take over his body temporarily to taste the specialties of the Demon Subjugation Pass. But seeing she was still asleep, he didn’t wake her.

After eating and drinking to his fill, Lu Yang felt revitalized, like a completely different person from last night.

He went to find Meng Jingzhou next door.

“Are you saying you want me to teach you Arhat Fist?” Meng Jingzhou was slightly surprised at Lu Yang’s request.

“This morning I thought about it. I’ve made progress in spells and swordsmanship, but I’m lacking a fist technique for versatility. In battle, the situation can change unpredictably, and a fist technique might come in handy.”

“Don’t you know Shape-Imitating Fist?”

“And summon Eldest Senior Sister?”

Meng Jingzhou conceded that this was indeed a bit much. If you used fist techniques like that, the battle would be unmanageable, essentially turning it into a summoning spell.

Moreover, Lu Yang’s Shape-Imitating Fist is more of a transformation technique than a true fist technique.

“Is it convenient?”

“My master isn’t secretive about it. Although the Arhat Fist is precious, you could learn it from Eldest Senior Sister as well. The only difference is whether you learn it from me or from her.”

Anyone who knows the name can learn it from Eldest Senior Sister.

Even if she doesn’t have it, she can make up a set on the spot based on the name.

“That’s great.” The thought of learning another fist technique made Lu Yang excited.

“You’d rather learn the Arhat Fist than my Monk Fruit Fist?” The Everlasting Fairy was so angry that she stomped her foot.

The name Arhat Fist didn’t sound powerful at all compared to her celestial fist techniques.

“Once you learn the Monk Fruit Fist, you can then learn the Pepper Fist, Star Anise Fist, Cumin Fist, and thousands of other techniques, eventually mastering the Celestial Fairy Fist. By then, you’ll be invincible!”

Faced with the grand promises of the Everlasting Fairy, Lu Yang sighed, “Fairy, if you just changed the names of your techniques, I’d learn them.”

In battle, others would use techniques with names like Eight Extremes Fist or Heaven Shaking Six Forms. If asked what fist technique he used, Lu Yang couldn’t very well say it was the Celestial Fairy Fist.

He’d lose half his momentum before the fight even started.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou rented a secluded training ground and began learning the Arhat Fist.

“I won’t bore you with the history of the Arhat Fist; it’s just textbook stuff. You can read up on it when you have time,” Meng Jingzhou said, skipping the introductory part and moving straight to practical teaching.

“The main principles of this technique involve breaking from above to below and vice versa, attacking the right when pointing to the left, feigning movements to deceive. It emphasizes unpredictability, quick changes, and using breath to enhance power, like this.”

Meng Jingzhou stood straight with his chest out, arms naturally hanging down, eyes looking forward. He took a half step to the left with his left foot and moved his palms in an upward and outward arc.

“Ha!”

When Meng Jingzhou demonstrated the technique, he was impressive, like an angry vajra, imposing and dignified, his voice loud, almost resembling the Buddhist Lion’s Roar.

“The sea of suffering is boundless; a turn of the head is the shore!”

“This is the horse stance single whip!”

“This is the kick punch!”

“This is the great roc spreading its claws!”

Meng Jingzhou showcased each move of the Arhat Fist, making Lu Yang’s blood boil.

When he finished a set of moves, perfectly displaying the essence of the Arhat Fist, it seemed as if a true Arhat appeared before Lu Yang, vanquishing demons.

Especially knowing that the Third Elder’s famous technique, the Heaven Shaking Six Forms, was derived from the Arhat Fist, Lu Yang was even more excited.

Perhaps he could also derive other techniques from the Arhat Fist.

“By the way, did the Third Elder ever tell you how he derived the Heaven Shaking Six Forms from the Arhat Fist?” Lu Yang asked, thinking he might gain some insights.

“He did,” Meng Jingzhou recalled. “Master said that when he was young, he traveled to the Golden Buddha Kingdom and met an elder who was proficient in the Arhat Fist, known as the Demon-Subduing Arhat. This elder beat Master like a child.”

“Master was beaten and had to flee to avoid further beatings. In his desperation, he created his own fist technique, the Heaven Shaking Six Forms.”

Lu Yang: “…”

This process of creating a technique was not what he had imagined.

“Did the Third Elder win against the elder?”

“No, the elder was a whole major realm higher than Master.”