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My longevity simulation

ChatGPT translation. I have not uploaded Chapter 1-125 since it was already officially translated in https://www.scribblehub.com/series/851465/my-longevity-simulation/ it's been years since I came across such a good novel. In my 10 years of reading webnovels rarely ever I came across such a well thought out plot and world building. Translation starts from Chapter 126. I started it since I couldn't wait for the official translation, I'm translating it myself using CHAT- GPT and it has much better translation than both mtl and google translation. I'll continue to update chapters and will try to keep up with raws. ********* Synopsis: The path of immortality is nigh unachievable. Furthermore, the immortal world has been completely transformed by a plague! When immortals contact infected mortals, their cultivation bases fall, or worse, they return to the heavens; thus, the immortal and mortal realms have been eternally separated. Moreover, all immortal arts may only have one practitioner; thus, the world of immortality has become a dark forest. … Although Li Fan had grand ambitions when he first transmigrated to this world, he could only be trapped in mediocrity, slowly wasting away his mundane life. Fortunately, as he was dying, he finally awakened a supreme treasure that could turn truth into lie and reality into dream, reversing time to when he first arrived! Following this, Li Fan embarked on his endless path to immortality! In his second life, Li Fan ascended through politics and ruled the world after 50 years, but after searching worldwide, he found no trace of the Immortal Dao. Only at the end of his life could he glimpse the immortal path. In the third life, despite immense efforts and carefully laid schemes, Li Fan ultimately couldn’t resist a single strike of an immortal’s sword! In the fourth life… … I, Li Fan, an ordinary mortal, will harbor no regrets throughout a thousand lifetimes, all for the pursuit of immortality! ******* Cultivation Realms: >Qi refining/Foundation building >Foundation establishment >Golden core/Core transformation >Yuan Ying/ Nascent Soul >Nascent Divinity/ Divine Transformation (Sometimes they are mistakenly called Nascent Souls) >Dao Integration/Harmonization/ Unity/ Fusion/Convergence (Daoist Sovereign) >Eternal Life Realm/Longevity Tianzun/ Trancendent Heaven Sage Wanxian alliance= Ten Thousand Immortal alliance. Cloud Mist sea= Cong Yun Sea Tianbao Tower = Heavenly Treasure Pavilion Xuantian= Profound Heaven

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Chapter 195: Eventually Revealing Signs

The entire Wanxian Island, and even the entire Wanxian Alliance, wore a gloomy and dismal look for a period of time.

Every cultivator seen on the road appeared listless.

Moreover, Li Fan heard that many cultivators, after losing everything and falling into despair, chose to end their own lives.

Every once in a while, fireworks could be seen lighting up in the sky.

Some gamblers who had leveraged their bets and were ready to take a risk, after the drastic drop in the price of Spirit Mist Grass, ended up with huge debts.

Debts they couldn't repay even if they worked for a lifetime.

To avoid debts, some chose to resist with force.

Others directly chose to desert, leaving the Wanxian Alliance and joining the Five Elders Association.

It seemed that there were too many defectors, and even the personnel of the Combat Hall were insufficient.

The Tianxuan Mirror, rarely seen, continuously issued many merit-based assassination missions.

No limit on the number of times they could be accepted.

For a while, the entire Xuanhuang Realm was in turmoil and unrest.

The impact of this Spirit Mist Grass incident was significant.

Li Fan also followed and completed several assassination missions, raising his permission level to Yan Eight.

Miraculously, just a little over a month later, the turmoil spontaneously subsided.

The sorrow on the faces of cultivators slowly dissipated, returning to their former lively appearances.

It seemed as if they had forgotten the recent Spirit Mist Grass incident, rarely mentioning it in their conversations.

Even if occasionally brought up, people didn't seem distressed.

Instead, they were surprisingly filled with mockery and banter.

"You only lost fifty thousand contribution points? Are you even qualified to speak?"

"Hehe, look at us, who didn't lose a hundred or eighty thousand?"

Dialogues like these could be heard everywhere.

Gradually, the collective memory of the Spirit Mist Grass incident began to fade away among the cultivators.

In the end, only the lament of "It's really hard to earn contribution points" remained.

However, Li Fan's memory did not weaken because of this.

First, because he was a complete beneficiary in this upheaval, with no memories of pain and worry.

Second, the colossal sixty-five thousand contribution points on him served as a constant reminder.

"It seems that I don't have to worry about contribution points for a long time."

Thinking like this, Li Fan sent another message to He Zhenghao.

During this time, Li Fan had visited He Zhenghao.

In this world, he seemed to have suffered even more losses than in the twelfth life.

His whole person seemed to be severely damaged, with a vacant and dazed look.

Calling him was just an instinctive response.

It wasn't until recently, under the influence of Changsheng Tianzun, that he slowly eased.

He regretted not heeding Li Fan's advice back then.

After learning that Li Fan had successfully escaped with full gains before the bubble burst, he became even more envious.

"Ah, Li Fan Daoist, if I had listened to your advice back then, how good would it be."

This was not the first time He Zhenghao had said something like this to Li Fan.

"I think investing is about talent. Friend He, you obviously are not suitable. Listen to my advice, and in the future, just do tasks honestly to accumulate contribution points!"

"At least, you are unharmed, and your cultivation is still there. You can start anew!"

Li Fan said with emphasis.

"Yes, yes, Daoist is right." He Zhenghao nodded like pounding garlic, then tentatively asked, "I wonder how much profit Daoist made this time."

"Hehe, a lot. A whole lot." Li Fan said with a cheerful tone.

He Zhenghao's face showed envy, and he seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't bring himself to do it several times.

It was like he couldn't say it out loud.

Li Fan didn't rush to break the silence, but instead, he planned to leave him hanging a bit longer.

Because He Zhenghao was not the only one who had lost his lifelong savings due to the imprudent investment.

Putting away the thousands of-word communication charm, Li Fan's attention shifted to Zhou Qing'ang on Tai'an Island.

He saw Zhou Qing'ang looking restless, with a frowning face.

Walking back and forth as if wanting to do something but unable to make up his mind.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he took out a spiritual charm, muttering in frustration, "Hurry, hurry, hurry! Just fifty thousand contribution points. As the guardian of the island, would I be short of your contribution?"

"Rest assured, by the end of this month, I will definitely repay!"

After putting away the spiritual charm, Zhou Qing'ang's face turned gloomy.

It seemed that he had finally made a decision. After activating a concealment charm, he flew out of the Tai'an Island's defensive formation.

Arriving at a desolate and uninhabited sea area, he paused in the air for a moment, and his aura suddenly changed.

Not only that, Li Fan could see from the perspective of the heavens and earth that Zhou Qing'ang's body and appearance underwent a complete transformation in an instant.

It wasn't a change like an illusion; he fundamentally became a different person.

The original Zhou Qing'ang was a quiet young scholar.

Now, he had turned into a thin, inconspicuous middle-aged man.

After the transformation, Zhou Qing'ang continued to fly low-key in a certain direction.

"He finally showed his true colors." A gleam of light flashed in Li Fan's eyes.

He bought a leaving image stone from the Tianxuan Mirror and held it in his hand.

At the same time, he slightly adjusted the monitoring angle and began recording the scenes he saw with his divine sense.

After flying for a whole day, as night fell, Zhou Qing'ang arrived at a remote, uninhabited small island.

The island was extremely desolate, with no trees in sight. Looking around, it was all scattered rocks.

Zhou Qing'ang landed on the small island and surveyed the surroundings.

After careful observation and ensuring that no one was tracking him, he began searching on the island.

After a long time, he seemed to have found his target.

With a joyful expression, he held a stone in his hand.

The stone was completely ordinary, with no special symbols or marks on it.

It was just rough, with a few small holes in specific positions.

Zhou Qing'ang looked at the stone for a long time, firmly memorizing the positions of the small holes.

Then, with force, he crushed the stone.

He flew towards the northwest of the small island.

After another half day, in an uninhabited sea area, Zhou Qing'ang suddenly stopped.

Then, he dived into the sea.

There was a ruin at the bottom of the sea, and after searching for a long time in the ruins, Zhou Qing'ang finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous broken stone.

A golden light appeared on his hands, and Zhou Qing'ang's palms pressed onto the broken stone.

Palm prints matched.

A light surged from the broken stone, sweeping across Zhou Qing'ang's entire body.

Then it returned to the broken stone.

A smooth and mirror-like surface of the broken stone suddenly displayed a facial image.

"Hmm? Why did you contact me so early this time? Isn't it supposed to be six more years?"

The face was unclear, and he looked at Zhou Qing'ang with confusion.

Zhou Qing'ang hesitated, stammering, "Head, the funds are not enough. Can you allocate some more to me?"

The face was slightly stunned, "How long has it been? You've already run out?!"

Then, as if recalling something, the voice changed, "You fool? Did you also speculate on Spirit Mist Grass?"

(End of this chapter)