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

Chapter 9: The Heavenly Essence Pill is Found!

Inside the Heavenly Pit.

“So a Tianxiang Grandmaster is equivalent to the peak of Refining Essence into Qi?”

Hearing Wang Ben’s words, Ying Zheng frowned, murmuring under his breath.

A Tianxiang Grandmaster, even within the vast Qin Empire, was among the elite. If such power was merely equivalent to the peak of Refining Essence into Qi, then how unfathomable was the Scarlet Sun Immortal, who claimed to have reached the pinnacle of Refining Essence into Spirit?

Could it be a Land Immortal? Or perhaps someone who had surpassed even that?

“Congratulations, Your Majesty! This is a joyous occasion!” Zhao Gao exclaimed, kneeling before Ying Zheng.

“The Scarlet Sun Immortal stated that dispersing the mist grants a Heavenly Essence Pill, extending one’s life by ten years! Congratulations on gaining another decade of life, Your Majesty!”

Ying Zheng froze for a moment before joy washed over him. He had been so consumed by the notion of a 500-year lifespan that he had overlooked the more immediate reward mentioned on the stele.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty!”

“Congratulations, Your Majesty!”

Wang Ben, Han Zhang, and the others echoed Zhao Gao, their voices filled with reverence.

To them, Ying Zheng was the cornerstone of the Qin Empire. His prolonged life was an undeniable boon.

For Wang Ben especially, this moment affirmed that his earlier efforts to disperse the mist had been more than worthwhile.

“But…” Ying Zheng’s joy soon gave way to doubt. “Where is this Heavenly Essence Pill? And for that matter, the altar mentioned on the stele is nowhere to be seen.”

With the mist gone, the entire pit lay bare before them. Yet aside from the stele, there was no sign of the promised treasures.

“Your Majesty,” Han Zhang interjected, “if the Scarlet Sun Immortal is not a fraud, then the Heavenly Essence Pill and the altar must still be within the pit.”

“However, we know too little about the Scarlet Sun Immortal’s methods or cultivation. His abilities likely exceed even the Land Immortal level. We cannot judge his methods by our standards.”

“Indeed,” Wang Ben and Zhao Gao agreed, nodding in unison.

“Then find it!” Ying Zheng declared, his regal aura radiating. “The Heavenly Essence Pill shall be mine, as shall the Creation Immortal Codex!”

Under Ying Zheng’s orders, his entourage began meticulously searching the pit.

“Ying Zheng, you’re as imposing as I expected,” a figure muttered above them.

Unseen by the Qin forces, Bai Chen hovered invisibly in the air, observing their every move. After leaving Seven Heroes Town, he journeyed to Shaqiu, arriving just as the Qin soldiers crushed the remnants of the Six Kingdoms.

The thunderbolt, the pit, and even the mysterious stele—all were creations of Bai Chen using the system.

The thunderbolt? 10 points of Creation Energy.

The pit? Less than 100 points.

And now, it was time for the grand reveal.

“System,” Bai Chen commanded silently, “place the Heavenly Essence Pill near the stele but in a concealed spot.”

Instantly, 1,000 points of Creation Energy vanished from his total.

Reminder to the Host, the system chimed in his mind.

You now possess less than 100 points of Creation Energy. Maintaining flight and invisibility will consume 100 points per hour.

At your current level, you can remain hidden for half an hour at most. If you wish to avoid exposure, you should leave soon.

“Half an hour is plenty,” Bai Chen muttered, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

Despite earning some Creation Energy during his journey, the cost of fabricating the Heavenly Essence Pill had nearly drained him.

“Ying Zheng, the pill is yours. Now it’s time for you to repay me,” Bai Chen thought, his gaze locking onto the emperor below.

“Your Majesty,” Wang Ben and Han Zhang reported moments later, their expressions grim.

“We’ve scoured the pit but found no anomalies beyond the stele.”

Their failure was a bitter pill to swallow. As Tianxiang Grandmasters, their perception was unparalleled, yet they had found no trace of the treasures promised by the stele.

“Curse it!” Ying Zheng growled, his frustration evident. A glimmer of hope for longevity had been dashed in mere moments.

“Han Zhang, destroy the stele,” Ying Zheng ordered, his voice cold as steel.

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Han Zhang responded without hesitation, channelling his qi into a powerful strike.

Boom!

The upper half of the stele exploded into fragments, scattering across the ground. Yet, to Han Zhang’s astonishment, the stele was not destroyed.

“What?” Han Zhang hesitated, stunned that his strike had failed to obliterate the stele entirely.

Before he could deliver another blow, Wang Ben’s voice rang out.

“Wait!”

Han Zhang paused, his attention drawn to Wang Ben’s urgent tone.

“Your Majesty! The pill!” Wang Ben exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement.

“The Heavenly Essence Pill has been found!”