Cultivating Immortality Begins with Acting as a Girl Chapter 090

“Are there any other rooms?”

Out of his last bit of restraint, Song Ling asked.

The innkeeper bent over, the candlelight reflecting on his pale face, flickering. Its two eyes stared at Song Ling, malice almost undisguised, and it grinned, “Apologies, honored guest, this is already the last room in our inn. If you’re not satisfied—”

“Bang!”

Before it could finish speaking, the innkeeper’s head exploded.

The innkeeper at this moment was on par in strength with the hook-nosed man who had used the Blood Burning Secret Art, but at best, it was merely a top-tier second-rate martial artist. Compared to Song Ling’s strength, it was completely insignificant.

Song Ling retracted his fist, calmly watching the innkeeper’s corpse fall to the ground.

Not long after, the bizarre scene from the lobby earlier happened again—

As if paper scraps hadn’t completely burned out, black ash-like substance still glowing with fire continuously generated around, then quickly gathered at the innkeeper’s head. In just a few breaths, it had returned to its original state.

“Hehehe… Honored guest, even if there isn’t a suitable room, why must you resort to violence?”

The innkeeper came back to life. Its eyes were empty, a bizarre smile hung on its face, its mouth almost stretched to its ears.

“However, since you’ve attacked me, honored guest, I won’t be polite either. Your strongly beating heart, I’ve… coveted it for a long time!”

With that, its figure flickered, its fingertips turning into sharp claws, slashing towards Song Ling’s throat at a speed far exceeding before!

But…

The next instant, Song Ling grabbed its arm with even greater speed!

“You—” The innkeeper was stunned.

“So, it’s really like that…”

A look of understanding flashed in Song Ling’s eyes. During the previous battle between the innkeeper and the hook-nosed man, he had guessed that each change in the innkeeper could only be the strength displayed by the other party, because the Blood Burning Secret Art was inherent to the hook-nosed man. If the innkeeper could directly use all of the opponent’s strength, there would be no need to be killed once before counter-killing.

Of course, there was an important condition: the number of times the innkeeper could revive was not infinite.

After it was killed and revived by the hook-nosed man earlier, its skin tone had darkened slightly. And now, seeing the innkeeper’s skin tone darken a little more, Song Ling’s conjecture became even firmer.

The reason he could easily grab the innkeeper now was naturally because he hadn’t used his full strength in the strike that blew up the innkeeper’s head.

He had only used power equivalent to the theoretical limit that a second-rate martial artist could achieve.

And this level of power was still not enough when compared to the strength of the first-rate realm.

“Crack!”

Song Ling gripped the innkeeper’s arm and violently twisted it in the opposite direction!

“Ah!!!”

The innkeeper let out a mournful scream that echoed through the building.

Song Ling wasn’t worried that Gong Zhiyu and the beggar boy, who had already checked into their rooms, would come out to investigate, because one of the precautions Gong Zhiyu had told him was that no matter what sounds they heard from outside after entering the room, they absolutely must not come out.

“Interesting, this thing of yours actually has pain?” Song Ling smiled silently.

Then, he quickly struck again, breaking the innkeeper’s other arm and both legs, leaving it twisted on the ground.

The innkeeper’s features contorted, its eyes filled with venom as it stared at Song Ling, its voice hoarse:

“Do you think this can defeat me?”

As it spoke, the familiar black embers once again floated from the air, gathering on its limbs. In a short moment, it had recovered as good as new.

“Whoosh—”

The innkeeper, like an agile spider, scurried on all fours, launching itself directly towards Song Ling.

“I’m going to kill you!!”

This time, its strength had clearly reached the intensity of the first-rate realm.

Song Ling raised an eyebrow.

He didn’t expect that even without killing this thing, merely gravely injuring it, it could recover as good as new, and its strength would once again increase to the same level as what he had displayed earlier.

Moreover, this time, its skin color hadn’t turned black.

“Even gravely injuring it will make it recover and increase its strength, and its skin color won’t turn black…”

“What a pity, I was planning to turn it into a human pig and throw it into the white bed room to see if anything interesting would happen. Now it seems, I can only…”

Song Ling sighed inwardly and threw another punch.

“Bang!”

The innkeeper’s head instantly exploded.

Song Ling used a bit more strength, roughly equivalent to cultivating two first-rate martial arts to perfection. It was still far from his full power, but for someone who had just entered the first-rate realm, it was enough to instantly kill it.

Soon, the innkeeper “died and resurrected” again.

It stared fixedly at Song Ling, snarling, “I am immortal, but your strength ultimately has a limit. Sooner or later—”

Song Ling’s figure flashed, appearing before the innkeeper.

“Bang!”

The innkeeper’s head exploded.

“Too much nonsense.” Song Ling’s expression was calm.

The innkeeper died and resurrected.

The innkeeper’s head exploded.

Died and resurrected.

Head exploded.

This monotonous scene repeated more than ten times consecutively.

When the innkeeper revived again, its skin color had become as dark as an African in its previous life, and its two rows of bright white front teeth were particularly conspicuous in the night.

At this moment, in its eyes looking at Song Ling, besides venom, there was also a trace of lingering fear.

“What… what exactly are you?!”

Unreasonable.

This was too unreasonable.

The strength of this human in front of it seemed to have no limit, completely exceeding the strength a first-rate realm should possess!

But according to the rules in the dark, the number of times it could revive was directly proportional to the opponent’s realm.

In other words, if the opponent were a Grandmaster, then it would have more revival chances. But the opponent was merely a first-rate martial artist. Under normal circumstances, no matter how strong the opponent was, the number of revivals it possessed would be enough to exhaust the opponent to death.

But this human… was unreasonably strong!

“What am I?”

Song Ling’s figure flickered, appearing before the innkeeper, and said with a smile:

“I am the nightmare that ends you.”

“Wait, wait—”

“Bang!”

The innkeeper’s head exploded again, and its corpse fell to the ground.

Song Ling stood quietly, waiting for the other party to revive.

But this time, something different happened.

The innkeeper’s previously plump body withered, its torso and limbs turning into charcoal. At the same time, its head also condensed, but like its other parts, it was also a scorched mess.

The innkeeper leaped up from the ground, its two crimson eyes fixed on Song Ling.

Its voice was rough and muffled, as if its throat was leaking air.

“Do you think this can kill me?”

“I admit, your unconventional strength did surprise me, even a little bit of fear.”

“However, this is as far as it goes.”

“Perhaps you’ve already guessed, this is my last revival, but… my strength is also more than ten times what it was when you last killed me. No matter how strong you are, you are ultimately not a Grandmaster. You cannot defeat me in this state…”

Song Ling quietly looked at the charred innkeeper, and silently drew the long sword from his waist.

Limit Break Style, Dawn Lotus!

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