Cultivating Immortality Begins with Acting as a Girl Chapter 050

Song Ling originally had no feelings for his former body’s parents, not to mention that this was merely an illusion, and the other party wasn’t even real, so there was no question of being unable to strike.

So he took out his scythe, walked out of the house, and in the woman’s horrified gaze, decisively raised his hand and brought the blade down.

Suddenly, the world before his eyes shattered once again.

Falling.

Opening his eyes.

It was still his former body’s room; he hadn’t left.

Fear, anxiety, and all other superfluous emotions couldn’t solve the current predicament. Song Ling looked at the dilapidated ceiling, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm his mind so he could think rationally.

“Saving isn’t working, killing isn’t working, so what should I do?”

“Perhaps, I should change nothing, let everything that should happen, happen, and experience everything as a bystander? Is that the way to leave the illusion?”

If it were the real Song Ling, this choice would undoubtedly be difficult, because this was originally his most painful memory. Faced with the opportunity to change everything, he would have to be a bystander who did nothing, and experience despair once more.

However, for Song Ling, the transmigator, there was no psychological pressure at all.

He heard his mother’s shouts from outside, calmly responded, then got up from bed and went with her to dry the rice.

After that, it was the same process as before: Su Qinghe arrived, invited him to catch fish, the three of them dried the rice together, and Song Ling and Su Qinghe set off for the river.

This time, because Song Ling had given an early warning, Su Qinghe didn’t slip. The only difference was that Song Ling suggested going home early this time. Although Su Qinghe was a little disappointed about not catching any fish, she readily agreed.

After parting ways with Su Qinghe, Song Ling returned home.

At this point, his former body’s father had also returned home. He smiled and said to Song Ling:

“Son, Blacksmith Zhang has agreed to take you on as an apprentice. It starts today. Your father will drink some water and rest for a bit, then take you there.”

“Okay, Father.”

Song Ling responded obediently.

He sat calmly in the courtyard, waiting, looking at the clean sky with blue clouds and white skies, letting his thoughts drift.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, his father walked out of the house.

“Let’s go, son.”

Song Ling nodded and followed his father towards the east end of the village.

His father brought Song Ling to Blacksmith Zhang’s house, gave a few instructions, then turned and went home.

Song Ling watched his retreating back, knowing that if nothing unexpected happened, his father would be killed by the monster after returning home.

After that, the passing martial artist would slay the evil monster, and everything would return to its historical track.

“Come, A’Ling, eat something first, then you’ll have the strength to work later.”

Blacksmith Zhang was an honest and simple-looking man. He chuckled and led Song Ling into the house, handing him two (steamed buns).

“Thank you, Uncle Zhang,” Song Ling said.

After eating, Song Ling followed Blacksmith Zhang to his smithy. While listening to him explain, Song Ling calculated that the time should be about right; his former body’s parents should have been killed by now, and that monster would soon be slain by the martial artist.

However, Song Ling waited for a long time, but the world before him still didn’t collapse.

Just as he was wondering, a commotion and terrified shouts suddenly came from outside the smithy.

“The monster is attacking the village! The monster is attacking the village!”

Song Ling’s face changed drastically. He quickly opened the door and rushed out, only to see a strange-looking monster wantonly slaughtering villagers on the distant street. Blood was everywhere, and everyone was scrambling to flee.

“How could this be?!”

In his former body’s memories, this monster didn’t cause such a huge commotion. It only killed his parents and a neighboring family before being defeated by that martial artist.

“Where’s the martial artist? Where’s the martial artist who defeated the monster?”

“Could it be because of me, causing a butterfly effect, so that the martial artist who should have appeared didn’t come to our Red Stone Village?”

“But I didn’t do anything extra; everything followed the memories of that day…”

Song Ling’s expression was grim. With things developing to this point, it was clear that this loop could not follow the true history.

At a certain moment, the scene before his eyes suddenly froze, then gradually shattered.

…

Falling.

Opening his eyes.

The familiar ceiling.

The loop began again.

Listening to his mother’s shouts from outside, Song Ling sat up blankly.

Despair and fear spread through his heart like a tide, as if a voice was telling him that no matter how hard he tried, it would be futile, and he was destined to be trapped in this fake illusion.

“No, absolutely not.”

“I, Song Ling, will never die in this place for no reason!”

Song Ling closed his eyes, adjusted his mood, and when he opened them again, they had regained clarity and determination. He began to rethink his strategy.

“It’s far from time to despair yet.”

“But since the martial artist who defeated the monster doesn’t exist, how can I recreate everything in my memories? Do I have to go myself? But I’m just a helpless child right now; I can’t be a match for the monster—wait!”

Song Ling looked down at the scar on his right hand, and a flash of lightning crossed his mind.

Since the damage he sustained would be inherited by himself in the next loop, what about the strength gained from training?

If he continuously accumulated and stacked power through repeated loops, would he be able to successfully break through to become a martial artist of note in one of them, thereby resolving the monster problem?

The more Song Ling thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. He immediately got up, ignored the woman’s shouts in the courtyard, and ran all the way to the forest across the small river west of the village.

Excluding the Jinshi Gong (Golden Stone Technique) which he was currently cultivating but hadn’t yet mastered, Song Ling currently had two martial arts techniques truly under his belt: one was the family’s inherited third-rate martial art, Breaking Wind Blade, and the other was the Jiang family’s Xuanwu Tower’s first-rate martial art, Red Lotus Sword Art.

Song Ling pondered for a moment, then decided to cultivate Breaking Wind Blade.

Breaking Wind Blade was a third-rate martial art. It could be cultivated even without the use of expensive medicinal herbs. Moreover, he had already reached the breakthrough level, and his familiarity with this blade technique even surpassed its creator. Cultivating it would definitely be faster than the Red Lotus Sword Art, which he had only reached perfection in.

He picked up a branch, took a deep breath, and began to practice Breaking Wind Blade in the forest.

Song Ling’s gaze was firm. Aside from his dantian being empty, without a trace of internal energy, his movements were so skillful that he didn’t look like a beginner at all, as if he had practiced them thousands of times.

In such dedicated practice, time flew by. In the blink of an eye, several hours passed. The sun set, and dusk arrived.

Song Ling calmly watched the world before him shatter, plunging into endless darkness.

The loop restarted. Song Ling opened his eyes, immediately got out of bed, rushed out of the house, and once again came to the forest across the small river west of the village, beginning his practice of Breaking Wind Blade.

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