Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1874: 1406: Awaiting Repair

Previously on Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan...
A guard urgently carried the gravely injured Xie Yaozhi, eldest son of the powerful Xie Family, through the city gates and into their mansion, bypassing all protocols amid widespread fear of the family's influence. Doctor Jiang sealed the young master's fading life force but admitted his skills were insufficient for a full recovery, prompting the Xie Grandfather to seek greater physicians while learning of the attack by a Black Bear Devil during a hunt. Suspicions briefly fell on a passing Daoist for cursing the youth, but the grandfather dismissed pursuit, focusing instead on salvation. Meanwhile, Li Zhirui traveled toward the capital, unaware of the turmoil, and felt his Mental State subtly strengthen upon seeing children from a family he had aided thriving happily.

Li Zhirui never imagined that his Mental State would advance right at this instant; it was truly an unforeseen benefit.

His original intention had been aimless when he performed that deed—it was merely a minor gesture of goodwill—yet he never foresaw gaining such a substantial return!

“Big brother, do you want to come play with us?” A young girl spotted Li Zhirui's gaze and spoke in a sweet tone.

“No, you all go on ahead. I have other matters to attend to.” With a gentle smile, he shook his head and added, “From now on, when you encounter strangers, avoid chatting with them freely. Stay cautious, or they might try to take you away.”

“Big brother, you wouldn’t do that! I can tell you’re a kind person.” The little girl replied with sincere conviction.

“Hmm?”

A wry smile crossed Li Zhirui's face, but he brushed off the comment without much thought. After all, given his advanced cultivation level, the lines between good and evil had long blurred into complexity.

With a mere flicker of intent, he retrieved several low-grade Spiritual Medicine-infused sugar pills from his spatial ring and handed them out to the children. Then, employing his swift movement skill, he vanished from their view in an instant.

The children, too innocent to grasp what had happened, let out cries and calls for a brief while before the sweets and a fresh game captured their attention completely.

Traveling at high speed, Li Zhirui crossed into the capital's domain after a few days.

A vast river, spanning ten zhang in width, encircled the outer edges of the Daqian capital, winding around before exiting to the southeast.

Bridges of impressive breadth spanned the river in the northeast, southwest, and northwest, allowing easy passage for travelers on foot.

Pressing onward, he wove through extensive districts of homes, bustling markets, and cultivated fields. After covering almost 200 li, a towering, robust wall of verdant hue finally came into sight!

Constructed solidly from enormous slabs of Vajra Rock, the wall bore inscriptions of the Hundred Schools' Secret Techniques, bolstering its protective strength immensely.

This formidable barrier served as the Daqian capital's secondary defense—the outer city wall!

Li Zhirui refrained from lingering beyond the gates; he merely cast a quick glance as he moved through. As the proverb states, “Beneath the Emperor's domain lies prime opportunity,” the existence outside proved reasonably comfortable for the populace.

While certain noble houses and affluent traders maintained a subdued presence, harsher issues persisted, like the seizure of lands and widening social divides.

In general, the common folk managed to get by, though their circumstances barely exceeded bare survival.

A simple ailment might plunge a household into destitution; a grave one could shatter the family entirely.

In ordinary ancient eras, such existence would represent an unparalleled golden age for the masses!

Yet this was the Immortal World!

The immense productivity fueled by diverse Divine Powers and Spells outstripped any mechanical invention, rendering comparisons futile.

Still, for those in authority, effective rule took precedence above all!

Thus, granting the people a marginally improved existence without excessive demands sufficed...

Shaking his head, Li Zhirui dismissed these jumbled reflections. As a cultivator detached from worldly ties to evade karma—venturing into society only for tempering—his focus remained on elevating his cultivation, not inverting that priority!

Back to the outer city wall!

Before this barrier brimming with Divine Powers and Secret Techniques stretched a lengthy line of entrants!

Nevertheless, the entry process flowed swiftly and without hitches, and within a mere quarter-hour, Li Zhirui reached the front.

Buzz—

A deep resonance emanated from the Golden Mirror suspended at the gate, unveiling the details of his identity token.

It appeared unremarkable at first glance, but having undergone the scrutiny personally, Li Zhirui recognized the mirror's formidable might. Moments ago, an all-encompassing scrutiny had washed over him, piercing as if to unravel his disguises.

Just a fraction further, and exposure would have occurred. He sensed it keenly.

Without the prior bolstering of his inner veils before approaching, revelation might have already struck!

“Worthy of a nation's heartland—truly remarkable!” Li Zhirui inwardly exclaimed with awe, the encounter sharpening his resolve to proceed with utmost vigilance and precision in the steps ahead.

With no irregularities detected, he merged seamlessly into the outer city alongside the throng.

Vibrancy and abundance defined his initial sense of the capital.

Prior to reaching the walls, Li Zhirui had activated his Spiritual Eye for a distant peek at the capital, curious about its fortune's state. What met his vision was a torrent of human vitality and haze, underpinned by a majestic blaze!

Deeper layers flickered within that blaze, yet as he sought to delve further, an ominous warning stirred in his core, hinting at imminent detection!

Thus, he settled for a superficial scan of the outermost fortune from afar.

Even that ethereal emblem of prosperity, when observed, conveyed a scorching surge toward him, as though it had taken tangible form in that instant.

Immersed within it now, Li Zhirui gained a profounder insight into the fortune he had glimpsed.

Human Dao resembles flames, sustained by the populace as kindling!

The Daqian dynasty's splendor rested upon its subjects' foundations, with the Hundred Schools serving as mere ornaments.

Paradoxically, those who offered the greatest sacrifices reaped the smallest shares!

“Should Daqian descend into turmoil, diminishing its might, might that shatter the prevailing equilibrium across the Southern Domain?” Li Zhirui contemplated alternatives while strolling the avenues.

After thorough internal deliberation, he abandoned the idea.

The rationale was straightforward: the endeavor demanded excessive time, brimmed with unpredictability, and worst of all, promised entanglement in vast karma!

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