Chapter 733: Returning to the Sect

Five thousand Heavenly Immortal prisoners yielded over seven thousand different Great Path techniques. However, since most were repetitive, they were merged together and transferred to Su Che, resulting in just over eight hundred techniques.
The advantage was that after merging, almost every Great Path technique could reach an intermediate level.
Having over eight hundred Great Path techniques in his possession did not mean Su Che’s combat strength could surpass that of his peers by hundreds of times—such calculations were not valid.
This approach was merely to fulfill Su Che’s ultimate goal of mastering “three thousand Great Paths,” but for now, the results were not yet evident.
When he could master all three thousand Great Paths and bring them to a mythic level, perhaps his strength would far exceed that of the dozen or so Immortal Lords in the Immortal Realm, even allowing him to rival the Heavenly Dao itself.
This was necessary preliminary accumulation for achieving his great ambition. At present, the eight hundred intermediate-level Great Path techniques still couldn’t compare to a single advanced-level technique used by a Xuan Immortal.
For example, if a Xuan Immortal attacked with an advanced penetration technique, Su Che would find it difficult to defend against it using any of his intermediate techniques.
After all, he was still at the level of a Earth Immortal. How could he possibly unleash all eight hundred techniques at once in an instant? That was unrealistic!
He could only use one technique at a time, and it was only at an intermediate level. It could be said that in battle, Su Che had a wider range of options—he could choose a technique whose innate attributes were most suited to counter his opponent, based on their characteristics. This was his greatest advantage.
“I’m still at the level of an Earth Immortal and belong to the lowest tier in the Immortal Realm. It’s not yet time to engage in direct combat. I must rely on the protection of people like Uncle Zhuo to survive safely here.”
“I need to reach the level of a Xuan Immortal, along with the hundred-fold enhancement from the seven layers of the Immortal Prison, before I have the strength to fight against a Da Luo Jin Immortal without losing. Only then can I stand on my own and roam freely.”
Su Che understood these principles clearly. He would never become arrogant or overconfident just because he had some unique abilities. No matter how special he was, an ant remained an ant—easily crushed by stronger beings.
Among the over eight hundred Great Path techniques was the Great Clone Technique, which Su Che could put to good use. Creating clones couldn’t happen out of nothing; some suitable “material” was required. For instance, the basic Great Clone Technique could forcibly erase someone’s soul and transform it into a clone of one’s own.

But Su Che felt that turning someone else’s body into a clone and merging it back with the original body when necessary was a rather strange sensation, one that вызвал psychological resistance. Fortunately, the intermediate-level Great Clone Technique could be used to transform spiritual plants into clones of one’s own. In the immortal realm, even the simplest wild grass possessed spirituality, and one could pay to acquire more suitable divine trees. But Su Che already owned an entire mountain of gold—why buy gold mines from others? “Creation Divine Tree, I want to create a clone. I need a spiritual plant.” “Understood, my master.” The Creation Divine Tree immediately shed a thick branch from its trunk, which dropped from a height of hundreds of feet and plunged into the ground, quickly growing into a large tree several dozen feet tall. Among all the spiritual trees in the external universe, could there be any better than this? The newly grown tree swayed its branches, conveying to Su Che a sense of immense joy. It felt extremely honored to become its master’s clone, considering it the greatest fate possible. The entire tree was moved out of the Immortal Prison and landed in the courtyard outside Su Che’s residence. Su Che stepped forward and used the intermediate-level Great Clone Technique, tapping lightly on the tree trunk. With a rustling sound, the tree trunk trembled and its branches swayed. In just three breaths, the entire tree transformed into a physical body, floating silently in midair. It was identical to Su Che—exactly the same, a true flesh and blood body, not a wooden puppet—and possessed 50% of the original’s cultivation strength. 50% was sufficient. Su Che had no intention of using it to fight anyone; it was merely to enter the Immortal Prison world and enjoy the camaraderie among peers and the joys of family. “Can my clone enter the Immortal Prison?” Whoosh! The clone successfully entered the Immortal Prison and landed right outside the gates of Tianxuan Sect on Qi Yuan Star. Su Che’s consciousness entered the clone’s mind, finding it no different from his own body—very smooth and natural, without any awkwardness or stiffness. The only difference was that its strength was reduced by half, as if its cultivation were sealed. “It’s in!” “Finally, it’s in!” Su Che stood still, closed his eyes, and took deep breaths of the world’s air. A world entirely his own—only now had he truly entered it. Even though it was just a clone with the original still outside, it was still considered an entry, right?

At this moment, Su Che was filled with deep emotions, but Lao He remained silent, not even knowing where he had hidden…
The master had arrived—even if it was just a clone—that meant something serious was wrong!
Very, very serious!
“Lao He!”
In the wilderness outside Tianxuan Sect, Su Che roared, “Come here right now! Immediately!”
His desire to beat Lao He had persisted for far too long.
The master’s orders could not be disobeyed. Lao He suddenly appeared from nowhere, bowing his head with a mocking smile, “Master, what’s the matter?”
“You can resist. I give you the right to resist.”
Su Che’s face and eyes were filled with murderous intent.
“Whether I resist or not, it makes no difference.”
At this critical moment, Lao He became bold instead, laughing shrilly, “Although the master’s clone only has half of the master’s strength, it’s still at the Earth Immortal level, while I’m not even at the Mahayana stage yet.”
At present, Lao He was still in the later stages of the tribulation phase. It was estimated that he would need to absorb the wishes of countless beings for another hundred years before reaching the Mahayana stage.
Everything has its pros and cons. Absorbing the wishes of beings to boost strength was convenient—no need for hard training, no barriers between realms—but the downside was that he couldn’t enjoy the special treatment of a 300-fold time difference in the Time Wheel like others in the Immortal Prison.
Lao He could enter the Time Wheel, but staying there longer was useless because the beings in the Immortal Prison weren’t inside it, so the amount of wish energy generated wouldn’t change due to time differences.
An Earth Immortal fighting someone in the tribulation phase—undoubtedly, Su Che’s clone could beat Lao He badly. But the truth was, when that day came, Su Che really wouldn’t have the heart to do it.
Though they were master and servant, they were like brothers. How could one, after joking around with a brother all along, suddenly bear in mind such a thing and muster the strength to beat him up?
It simply didn’t fit!
Su Che raised his fist, which actually ended up slapping Lao He’s broad shoulders twice before landing a punch on his chest covered in dark golden scales.
“Pretty good physique.”
Su Che had to hover in midair to be at the same height as Lao He, who was over ten feet tall.
Lao He laughed foolishly. Standing face to face with his master at this moment, he felt quite excited.
“Enough!”
Su Che moved swiftly and gave him a firm slap on his hard back. “There will be plenty of chances to beat you later. I’ll go back to the sect first.”
“I’ll go too!”

Lao He also wanted to join in the excitement, so he transformed into an ethereal old Taoist with white hair, resembling Su Che’s master.
Tianxuan Sect remained unchanged—countless disciples leaving and entering the mountain protection formation would leave behind long trails of colorful teleportation light. Although Su Che was now an immortal, to this sect, only a few hundred years had passed.
Su Che stood in front of the mountain gate. This was exactly the place where he had been hunted by a Golden Core cultivator from Taiyi Sect, facing extreme danger. It was then that his master, Venerable Xuanji, appeared in time, killing the enemies with a few sword strikes and saving his life.
In the blink of an eye, several hundred years passed, and that once humble cultivator had achieved the realm of true immortality.
Swish swish swish…
From the day he entered Tianxuan Sect, countless scenes flashed before his eyes. Only then did Su Che realize there were so many things worth remembering…
The old Taoist with white hair who had been standing beside Su Che moments ago had vanished without a trace. Realizing his presence was unnecessary, Lao He understood that it was time for his master to face everything alone.
Su Che stood frozen. His memories of the past hadn’t even lasted a quarter of an hour when he was interrupted.
Whoosh!
A streak of teleportation light came from above. It was moving extremely fast but slowed down as it approached the mountain gate. It should have passed right over Su Che’s head, but instead, it suddenly stopped. After a brief pause, it dove downward at an angle.
“Cheer?”
A deep voice, once very familiar but now so distant that it seemed strange to Su Che, came from behind.
Su Che slowly turned and smiled at him. “Master, I’ve been waiting for you here for a long time.”
As the ruler of the Immortal Prison, Su Che didn’t need to rely on his immortal consciousness to observe any place on Planet Qiyuan. He already knew that his master, Xuan Zhong, had returned from his journey and was about to head back to the sect, which was why he had waited here.
“Cheer! It really is you!”
Xuan Zhong’s excitement was indescribable. After all, he hadn’t seen Su Che in hundreds of years. All he had in his mind was a vague notion: as long as Planet Qiyuan existed within Su Che’s personal space, it meant Su Che himself was still alive and well.
Over the centuries, with Su Che’s strong support, Tianxuan Sect’s overall strength had improved rapidly. Xuan Zhong had reached the mid-stage of the Transformation God realm but was still one of the supreme elders of the sect.
“Cheer…”
Xuan Zhong rushed over and grabbed Su Che’s shoulders, not knowing what to say at that moment. After struggling for a while, he finally managed to say, “You’re back!”

Having created countless miracles and raised the cultivation level of entire Qi Yuan Planet to the Spirit Realm, he is truly a disciple who represents the will of heaven, as well as the greatest achievement of his life—a disciple who brings him supreme glory…
Today, he has finally returned!