Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times - Chapter 845: 275: The Playboy's Returning Grace._4

Chapter 845: Chapter 275: The Playboy’s Returning Grace._4

Kneeling on one knee and clad in armor, a young girl beside him said with respectful demeanor, “Prince Wei, the ‘Qi Sect’ has already begun to purchase strategic materials in large quantities, preparing for a great battle. Unless something unexpected occurs, the Qi Sect has finally decided to fully engage in war with our Prince Wei Mansion.”

“Mmm.”

The woman who was called Prince Wei, after bathing and changing clothes, sat in a chair to the side, her eyelids lowered, and said nothing.

‘Prince Wei Mansion’ is a fifth-grade force which receives a considerable ‘Heavenly Dao Blessing’ every year. However, due to the last great war, the death of both her parents caused the strength of Prince Wei Mansion to fall significantly, no longer sufficient to be considered a fifth-grade force. And the Qi Sect took this opportunity to demand this position. Unwilling to surrender it, war was on the brink of erupting.

She did not really feel this was an immoral thing. It was quite normal. If such an opportunity presented itself before her, she would do the same.

But she could not possibly give up the Prince Wei Mansion left to her by her parents.

So…

She chose to Return Grace.

A long time ago, there was a powerful bastard, a man of great strength who belonged to a mysterious faction. However, his position was not high—in fact, he was said to be just a minor elder who handled miscellaneous tasks, and he liked wandering the world, especially inclined to do good deeds.

But he only saved fairies, refusing to save anyone else.

‘Fairy’ is a term bestowed by heaven, extremely special, determined by the Heavenly Dao, somewhat similar to the ‘Heavenly Dao Beauty Ranking’ of the lower-grade continents, yet not quite the same. Once someone obtained the title of fairy, they would inherit it through their bloodline—if the mother was a fairy, the daughter would definitely be a fairy.

If they had a son, then he would be an Immortal Man.

This effect could only be inherited through reincarnation.

The initial title of fairy was judged by the Heavenly Dao. The people saved by this incredibly strong bastard were all fairies, and he would only save them in their most perilous moments. Before rescuing them, they had to swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao.

They must pledge to devote themselves to him in the future, with no time limit set for this commitment.

Once the oath was fulfilled,

They could receive a portion of the ‘Returning Grace Blessing’ he left behind.

And this oath of the Heavenly Dao had no harm, only benefits. It was akin to not only saving one’s life but also granting vast benefits when repaying the favor in the future. That bastard had been dead for a long time.

Yet, the ‘Returning Grace Blessing’ he left behind was somehow transferred and distributed by the Heavenly Dao.

This oath would also be passed down through the lineage of fairies. If the fairies who were initially saved did not wish to return the favor, it was no problem—the subsequent fairies in the lineage could claim the ‘Returning Grace Blessing’ by fulfilling the oath. If he had died, they could repay the favor to his descendants instead.

This person was well-known.

Yet his name was unknown.

This was quite normal; in the Immortal Realm, most people kept their names and true appearances very well protected, changing faces every time they met, with each occasion differing from the last.

He was nicknamed the ‘playboy.’

Yes, a somewhat vulgar nickname, but it seemed he took great pride in it. And that mysterious faction, it has almost been forgotten by now, called ‘Chao Tian Sect.’

It was a force said to have been extremely powerful tens of thousands of years ago, belonging to a higher grade of the Immortal Realm.

Yet, tens of thousands of years ago, something unknown happened, and overnight, except for the fairies who had dealings with that bastard, everyone else had forgotten about Chao Tian Sect.

Chao Tian Sect vanished.

Vanished from everyone’s memory, vanished from all records, whether it was on the Jade Scrolls or in the memories of the mind. Overnight, no one could remember the three words Chao Tian Sect anymore; and upon seeing these words again, there was not the slightest fluctuation in their emotions.

The three words Chao Tian Sect were passed down through their generations; her ancestors were shocked by this change. Although they did not know what had happened, they continued to pass down the knowledge from generation to generation. By the time it reached her, the story had already become quite vague.

And that powerful bastard had disappeared here as well.

That bastard, it seemed, had some kind of ability to always appear just in time when a fairy was in danger, no matter the grade of the continent, and he never used force, only asking for a promise in return.

If no promise was given, he wouldn’t save.

As a result, many fairies reluctantly swore oaths to Heavenly Dao with a sense of humiliation, but since he truly had saved their lives, they couldn’t curse him too harshly, so they named him that damn bastard.

“…”

The woman in a black veil and white lining sat calmly on a chair, looking at the lotus leaves floating in the pond. She had already returned the grace, and soon she would receive the “Returning Grace Blessing” entrusted by that bastard at Heavenly Dao.

Before her strength greatly increased, facing the attack from Qi Sect would be much less fearsome.

This was her initial night.

She naturally knew what the title of a fairy entailed and hated that she couldn’t claim her own initial night. Fairies were actually a pitiful group; because of the effects of the initial night, many powerful beings coveted them, including their own relatives and friends.

All the men who approached her.

On the first day, they would talk about ideals, future plans, cultivation improvement, the newly appeared Heavenly Prides and opportunities, youthful amusements, and when the night fell silent under the star-filled sky, they would all sincerely whisper, “Could we talk about something else?”

Th𝚤𝐬 𝗰h𝑎p𝐭𝕖r 𝘪𝕤 p𝗼𝑠𝑡ℯⅾ b𝓎 𝗞𝚤ṯ𝓮𝖓ɵ𝐯𝖾|

Though the words might be crude, she could see the sincerity in their eyes. At that moment, those men genuinely wanted to talk about something else.

Her assessment of this was that all men are bastards.

Not a single one was a good thing.

Except… except for that old man just now…

The woman’s thoughts gradually drifted as she sat on the chair in a daze, wondering if it was because she had given herself to him that she suddenly became quite curious about the old man she had just met for the first time. She wanted to know the stories he had lived through, wanted to know what he was doing now…

If he was thinking about her.

That old man had been sincere. Since her parents had died, it had been a long time since anyone had told her to keep striving to survive, insisting she continue living despite being a native of a second-grade continent, and to look for her one day.

Confident men always shine.

In our Fifth Grade Immortal Realm, when looking for a Taoist couple, age isn’t considered very important. Who hasn’t lived for thousands of years? It’s normal to be a bit older, and as for appearance, that’s even easier to change. If one is willing, a white-haired old man can become a handsome, dashing young man in the blink of an eye.

It’s just that most men choose not to transform themselves into handsome, dashing young men. Many men prefer their own aesthetics, liking to turn into middle-aged men or old men, believing it to be more domineering and mature.

As for women.

They invariably choose to be young and beautiful.

The aesthetic standard for women is quite uniform; the majority of women believe youth is the pinnacle of beauty.

But no matter how the appearance is adjusted, the face one is born with is called the true face, and the true face is unique.

After a long while.

The woman came back to her senses, and the “Returning Grace Blessing” had already been credited. Looking at the panel slowly emerging wrapped in clouds and mist within her Dantian, she slightly curved the corners of her mouth.

“It’s really quite generous.”

“No wonder that bastard’s reputation fluctuates between good and bad.”