The Code is Above You

"Clang!"

The sky was clear and the air was crisp. Someone in the mountains was ringing a bell. The sound of the bronze bell was distant and vast, bringing immense peace to the mind.

"In the Yellow Millet Dream..."

Chen Xuan looked around, and his vision was filled with a golden field. The ripe crops were boundless, stretching all the way to the horizon.

The ridges were neat and orderly. From the roots and stems to the leaves and grain heads, the crops emitted a golden luster, like exquisite golden ornaments. The brilliant light dyed the sky a golden hue...

Mind Fast!

When Wang Chan used the Yellow Millet Qi, Chen Xuan saw the Yellow Millet Dream!

After the [Immortal Binding Sun Diagram] on the dome of the sky and the Mystic Cat Goddess's [Small Underworld], this was the third time he had seen something beyond imagination.

But this time, he didn't just see it; he had even entered it!

"It's not a real physical body, but more like a concretization of consciousness and soul."

Chen Xuan stretched out his hands and examined them. In the Small Underworld, he could only possess and peek; he couldn't do anything else.

But in this Yellow Millet Dream, he had actually "wandered" in, able to speak and even act independently.

"What secrets are hidden in the Yellow Millet Dream?"

Chen Xuan walked along the ridges, looking around. Suddenly, he stopped and heard the sound of deep sleep.

"Someone is sleeping in the Yellow Millet Dream? Are there others here?"

Chen Xuan frowned and cautiously followed the sound. Soon after, in a field of full grain heads, he saw the sleeping person.

It was a boy of sixteen or seventeen, with a clear and handsome face, wearing a short coat and straw sandals. The boy used the sky as his blanket, the golden crops as his mat, and a hoe as his pillow, in a relaxed posture.

"Wang Chan!"

Chen Xuan's expression immediately turned cold. Just as he was about to clench his fist and approach quickly, his eyes suddenly felt warm, and the Mind Fast activated again. Immediately after, he saw a series of "bubbles" emerging from the top of the boy Wang Chan's head.

In the bubbles, countless golden scriptures the size of tadpoles surged, accompanied by segments of light and shadow.

Chen Xuan saw himself in the light and shadow.

That was Wang Chan's perspective, a segment of life about "Chen Xuan" that should have been "reflected in the present world."

In one bubble of light and shadow.

"Shen Lingfeng, you're going to die!"

In a river channel, Chen Xuan, who had been lurking for many days, pounced out like a crocodile, suddenly pulling Shen Lingfeng, who was fetching water, into the river.

The Red Qi boiled the cold river water, churning up large areas of blood red.

"Senior Brother Chen... is chasing after us."

Wang Chan was scared out of his wits in the distance. The other Green Deer Mountain Disciples roared and plunged into the water, but he scrambled back and fled.

Another segment of light and shadow.

"Junior Brother Wang, Master Qing Yazi has arrived in the Southern Wilderness..."

"The Peach Blossom Garden has fallen, Chen Xuan has escaped into it, keep chasing!"

"Chen Xuan is skilled in combat, many of us have died."

"He has befriended a noble person..."

Wang Chan listened to the countless messages coming in, trembling in his heart at these events filled with blood and fire, his limbs cold. But he finally mustered his courage.

"Senior Brothers, it was I who slandered him and caused so much trouble. Use me as bait..."

Soon after.

Chen Xuan indeed fell for the trap and was ambushed by the great cultivators of Green Deer Mountain. Although he forcefully broke through the encirclement, he suffered severe injuries, his life force was slim, and he was eventually nowhere to be found.

Wang Chan was injured in this battle.

But from then on, there was no longer a person named Chen Xuan in the Red Crow City area, and the nightmare was gone.

Many years later.

Qing Yazi grew old, and Green Deer Mountain gradually declined.

A passing great cultivator, who could reach the heavens, casually wiped this once-famous major force from the face of the earth.

Wang Chan was not in the mountain gate at the time and luckily survived.

Green Deer Mountain had a bad reputation, so he was forced to leave the Red Crow City area where he had stayed for half his life. He began to wander the world. Many years later, in the capital of the Ancient Chu Kingdom, he saw Chen Xuan again.

It was a banquet of extremely high specifications, where many great figures from Qi Refiner families and ancient Daoist temples gathered. Many of them were figures who would only appear in the legends of the Ancient Chu Kingdom.

Chen Xuan was at the banquet. Although he was not in the most central position, some people were gathered around him, surrounding him like stars around the moon, talking and laughing freely.

"Brother Dao, I heard you returned to Chu Kingdom this time to visit an old friend in Red Crow City?"

"Time is merciless, most old friends have withered away and are no longer here..."

"Haha, we are as old as the heavens, Brother Dao, do not grieve. Last night, my grandson's grandson grew old and passed away. Although you are young, you should gradually get used to the departure of worldly old friends one after another..."

"..."

Wang Chan passed by the entrance of the banquet and heard such a conversation. He was greatly shocked and quickly fled, immediately deciding in his heart to leave Chu Kingdom and never return in this life.

Behind him, the sigh of a man seemed to come, like the autumn wind sweeping up fallen leaves.

Many years later.

The aging Wang Chan drifted to an even larger ancient dynasty and once again heard news about Chen Xuan.

His death.

The elderly Wang Chan, with completely white hair, looked dazed, watching the Qi Refiners passing by discussing with intense emotions.

"Did you hear? Chen Xuan, that Qi Refiner who came from the small place of Chu Kingdom and recently made a name for himself, has died!" someone said excitedly.

"He was a mere mortal, relying on his own efforts to reach the step of [Hidden in the Mortal World]. He was truly remarkable and deserved the title of genius... Unfortunately, he met a fated person who emerged out of nowhere." someone sighed.

"This era, after all, belongs to those fated people..." This Qi Refiner's eyes were filled with helplessness.

"..."

Wang Chan thought to himself, the nightmare that had hovered over his head for many years had finally completely gone away.

But immediately after, a huge sense of emptiness filled his heart. His entire life had been lived under that person's shadow. In his youth, he could still compete, but later he was quickly left behind, only able to hide in dark corners and secretly look up to that person.

Fated person...

A being more powerful than Chen Xuan...

If he could live again and also become a fated person favored by destiny, how wonderful would that be?

This was what Wang Chan experienced in his dream, a part of Chen Xuan's life that should have happened.

"It seems my future development is quite good, I had a period of glory."

Chen Xuan finished watching a few segments of light and shadow, chuckling to himself.

Unfortunately, Wang Chan in the dream had too little interaction with him, and most of his deeds were learned from others, preventing him from getting more information.

He had enough faith, but he didn't expect to go so far in the future, actually becoming a famous great cultivator in Chu Kingdom... Although later, as soon as he left Chu Kingdom, he realized there were people beyond people and heavens beyond heavens, and he was directly killed by someone.

"[Yellow Millet True Scripture]..."

Chen Xuan then stared at the golden scriptures flowing in the bubbles, lost in thought, because he saw the [Twelve Spiritual Qi Breathing Method] in the scriptures.

Although Chen Xuan had not cultivated the breathing method left by Wang Chan in Willow Town, he had seriously studied it and had greatly praised it, considering it extremely profound and having brilliant points.

At this moment, seeing the complete version, he immediately immersed himself in it, only feeling it was obscure and difficult to understand. An ancient and vast aura rushed towards him. This was a supreme immortal scripture!

"The essence of the Yellow Millet Dream is all in this scripture!"

"The Yellow Millet True Scripture can cause Green Qi to transform and sublimate, cultivating the rare Yellow Millet Qi..."

"This is a supreme method that belongs to one person alone."

"A true immortal scripture, in one era, only one person is allowed to learn it."

Chen Xuan was surprised and immediately felt an inexplicable shock: "All other cultivators are but illusory bubbles. As long as that person has an accident, the Dao cultivation of the other cultivators will instantly turn into nothingness, like a reflection in a mirror or the moon in the water, a complete void."

Is it only the Yellow Millet True Scripture that is like this, or are other ancient orthodox scriptures also like this?

At the same time, Chen Xuan realized the strong malice carried in the breathing method left by Wang Chan.

"If I cultivate the Twelve Immortal Qi Breathing Method and kill Wang Chan today, wouldn't I also suffer the bitter consequences, my cultivation destroyed, instantly regressing to a normal person?"

Once you cultivate the method in the Yellow Millet True Scripture, there is no other path in this life except to follow faithfully and be completely bound to Wang Chan!

And this kind of binding, like a master-servant relationship, will become increasingly unbreakable over time.

Shen Lingfeng of Green Deer Mountain has a deep background and has the opportunity to know some secrets. Therefore, although he was infatuated with Wang Chan's tricks, he dared not learn any of them, just fearing that he would be coerced by Wang Chan in the future.

"The Yellow Millet True Scripture has a sinister nature..."

Chen Xuan was horrified in his heart. Immediately, he still couldn't wait to firmly remember this supreme immortal scripture. Whether he could cultivate it or not would be decided later, the most important thing was to get this priceless item in his hands first.

Just at this moment.

"Hiss!"

A trace of stinging pain suddenly appeared in his chest, as if something was truly approaching his heart. His eyes trembled, and his Mind Fast issued a warning at extreme speed.

"Wang Chan!"

Chen Xuan immediately ended his Mind Fast and exited the Yellow Millet Dream.

"Chen Xuan, I thought someone with your resolute character could withstand a trace of Yellow Millet Qi?"

Wang Chan's hair was disheveled, making him look like a malevolent spirit. Green Qi flickered at his fingertips like sharp swords, stabbing towards Chen Xuan's chest. "I didn't expect you to be useless even when you were young."

"Haha, although I couldn't subdue you, killing someone like you in this life is quite a grand feat for me, leaving no regrets!"

Even if he couldn't ensnare someone like Chen Xuan, who would be a prominent figure in the Ancient Chu Kingdom in the future, when he was still insignificant, he only felt a slight regret at this moment. After all, with the foundation of a past life's memories, the magnificent path to immortality still awaited him!

What gifted Chen Xuan? He was merely the trials and tribulations he encountered along the way in this life, easily extinguished with a flick of a finger...

He was the fated one!

His finger did not continue forward.

A hand radiating golden-white light extended, gently sweeping away Wang Chan's arm.

Wang Chan was momentarily stunned. That familiar voice sounded, drilling into his mind like a nightmare from memory.

"Wang Chan..."

Chen Xuan instantly grabbed his neck. His other hand rose, fingers clenched into a fist. White Qi surged and gathered, and a massive, mountain-like phantom of a white ape appeared, with a red face and fangs, ferocious and terrifying. A vortex of air rapidly swirled around the fist print the size of a bucket—

Wang Chan was struck by lightning, muttering, "Impossible, this is impossible, you were clearly..."

"Bang!"

A thunderous punch scattered the Yellow Millet Qi and Green Qi swirling around Wang Chan's body.

If a few past events could shake Chen Xuan's mind, then he wouldn't have been able to endure three years of hardship, willingly staying in a martial arts school to practice basic martial arts. Someone who could do such a thing would have an unwavering resolve that couldn't be shaken by anything!

If it weren't for Mind Fast suddenly activating, causing him to enter the Yellow Millet Dream and wander, Wang Chan wouldn't even have had the chance to get in front of him.

"Bang!"

The second punch caused Wang Chan's head to snap back, his entire face caving in.

"You can't kill me, you learned..."

Wang Chan's mind was a blur. He unconsciously reached out a hand, as if trying to grasp something in the air. Blood foam gushed from his mouth, and his tongue moved indistinctly within his mouth. "My... great... undertaking..."

He couldn't grasp anything.

"Wang Chan..."

Chen Xuan spoke expressionlessly. "Someone who is useless, even if they are reborn, you are still useless..."

As his voice fell.

"Bang!"

The third punch caused Wang Chan's head to scatter, splashing crimson and bone fragments.

The Yellow Millet Dream, thus became empty.

"..."

Mystic Cat Goddess's heart trembled. Yellow Millet Dream was dead, dead right in front of her. He actually killed a fated one with a mortal body...

She knew Yellow Millet Dream would die tonight, but she never expected it would be Chen Xuan who did it, this Chen Xuan whom she thought couldn't be compared to a fated one!

I misjudged...

The elderly white turtle's eyes were wide with shock, staring at the suddenly reversed situation before him. He fell into a long silence, thinking to himself, Am I really old? My eyes are failing me!

The little fish thief, not only wasn't drawn into the mortal world by the Yellow Millet Qi, but instead relied on his tenacious character to forcefully see through the illusion and beat Yellow Millet Dream to death. Such a character is rare in the world.

Hiss, the little thief has a sincere heart for martial arts, he's a good candidate for ancient martial arts...

Under the distant night sky.

Shen Lingfeng ran wildly, finally escaping the Southern Wilderness.

He immediately looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, overjoyed.

"Haha! I escaped!!"

The next moment, the sound abruptly stopped. His body froze, trembling as he was forced to kneel, his gaze looking up in terror at the figure of a middle-aged Daoist standing with his hands behind his back.

"Master... I..."

The middle-aged Daoist lowered his head, his wide sleeves fluttering. A deep majesty poured down with his condescending gaze. In his pair of dark green pupils, there seemed to be a thousand kinds of brilliant green light surging, supporting an ancient three-legged pill refining cauldron...

"Your junior brother, Yellow Millet Dream, is dead... Do you know? The Cauldron Immortal Pill I chose is gone."

Pill Cauldron Dao, Qing Yazi!