Cultivating Immortality Begins with Acting as a Girl Chapter 092

“Still want to keep following us?”

Gong Zhiyu’s face immediately turned cold, and he reprimanded, “Do you think there’s too little money? You said before that as long as you got some broken silver, you’d be able to live, but you really talk a better game than you play! I never realized you were such a greedy and insatiable person!”

“I…”

The beggar boy was filled with shame, but he couldn’t say anything to refute.

Gong Zhiyu said coldly,

“I’ll ask you one last time, do you want to leave now, or do you want to continue with us?”

The beggar boy struggled for a long time, and finally said, “Please take me with you, Young Master!”

“It’s truly hard to persuade a doomed ghost with good words. Since you’re seeking death yourself, then follow along.”

Gong Zhiyu no longer paid attention to the beggar boy, but turned and walked towards the dense forest on the left.

After the Profound Fiend Qi erupts, it will permeate a radius of a hundred meters. Although its concentration is much lower than that of the person being refined at the very center, it is not something ordinary people who have never practiced martial arts can withstand. In less than half a zhancha of time, their internal organs will be riddled with holes by the domineering Profound Fiend Qi, and their vitality will be completely destroyed.

He originally thought the other party was clever, but he didn’t expect him to be a stupid person seeking death!

The beggar boy followed behind, not saying a word.

The broken silver Gong Zhiyu gave him could indeed allow him to live a good life for a while, but it ultimately couldn’t fundamentally change his life. If he just left like this, he would still be a lowly beggar in the future. But if he completed what that young lady asked him to do, he could completely change his life and achieve a class leap!

For this, he was willing to take some risks!

The three entered the dense forest. Gong Zhiyu led the way at the front. A quarter of an hour later, they stopped in front of a clearing about ten meters in diameter, where no grass grew.

In the center of this clearing, there was a crack about three feet long and half a foot wide.

Song Ling slightly widened her eyes: “Young Master Yu, this is…”

“That’s right, this is the Profound Fiend Land.”

Gong Zhiyu spoke frankly, completely unafraid of the beggar boy being nearby.

In his heart, the beggar boy was already a dead man.

Gong Zhiyu did not intend to tell Song Ling about this, after all, she was kind-hearted, and knowing it might make her feel unbearable.

“That’s great, we finally found it! Now Young Master Yu can get what you wished for!” Song Ling’s face showed a brilliant smile, seemingly genuinely happy for Gong Zhiyu.

“Indeed, but we can’t let our guard down yet. There are still a few days until the next eruption of Profound Fiend Qi. I hope nothing unexpected happens…” Gong Zhiyu nodded, then frowned slightly, “I recall the two people we met at the inn in Shang’ao City. What they said about the changes in Wusong Valley has always made me feel uneasy…”

“It’s alright, Young Master Yu. Our journey so far has been just like your previous experiences,” Song Ling comforted him.

The beggar boy cautiously approached and asked,

“Young Master, Young Lady, what is this Profound Fiend Qi you’re talking about? Aren’t we here to find treasures?”

Gong Zhiyu found a tree to lean against and sit down, glanced at the beggar boy, and said coldly, “This is not something you should know. If you still want to get rich, then sit there obediently and wait.”

From the moment the beggar boy arrived at this location, Gong Zhiyu had decided he would not let him leave alive.

This was a secret of the Gong family. No one could know about it except for “Jiang Yuling,” whom he recognized.

Gong Zhiyu looked at Song Ling, who was sitting beside him, his gaze becoming incredibly gentle.

This girl who had extended a helping hand to him at the lowest point of his life, he swore, after completing his revenge, he would spend his entire life cherishing her, and never let her suffer even the slightest grievance.

“What’s wrong, Young Master Yu, staring at me like that?”

Song Ling noticed Gong Zhiyu’s gaze, her face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head.

Gong Zhiyu smiled faintly and shook his head: “Nothing, I was just thinking, after making me suffer such immense sorrow, did heaven send you to my side as a form of compensation?”

“Young Master Yu, there are others here…”

Song Ling’s face turned even redder, and she buried her head in her knees.

Looking at the “girl’s” shy expression, Gong Zhiyu’s inner affection reached its peak.

This was his Yuling, his future wife, his unique woman whom he would protect with his entire life!

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Time flew by quickly. The three relied on the food prepared in advance in the forest, and they waited for seven days.

On the evening of the seventh day, a movement finally came from the three-foot-long crack in the center of the clearing!

Accompanied by a low, rumbling sound, wisps of mist began to rise from the crack. These mists shimmered with a faint silver glow in the afterglow of the setting sun. In just a moment, an even more violent sound echoed from underground. The rising mist turned pure black and erupted like a geyser, gushing out violently!

Gong Zhiyu suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with unconcealed excitement.

“It’s here, the Profound Fiend Qi!”

“Is this the Profound Fiend Qi…?” Song Ling also stood up, looking at the gushing black mist, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

“That’s right, I’m going over now. Yuling, remember not to get too close later, otherwise, with your second-rate realm strength, it might cause damage to your body,” Gong Zhiyu instructed seriously.

“Mm, I understand.” Song Ling nodded obediently.

Just then, the beggar boy, who was not far from the two, suddenly stood up with a shocked expression, then raised his hand and pointed in the direction behind Song Ling and Gong Zhiyu, trembling,

“Young Master, Young Lady, there’s danger behind you!”

“What?!”

Gong Zhiyu immediately turned to look, and before he could see clearly, he felt as if struck by lightning, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness, falling to the ground.

Song Ling lowered her palm, a smile playing on her lips, and praised the beggar boy:

“Your acting is quite good.”

The small task Song Ling had the beggar boy do was to distract Gong Zhiyu’s attention after the Profound Fiend Qi appeared, even if only for a split second.

Of course, if Song Ling wanted to kill Gong Zhiyu directly, it would be a piece of cake, completely unnecessary to go through such trouble.

But he was not some villain who indiscriminately killed innocent people, and he couldn’t do such a thing as treating human lives like grass. It also wasn’t good to directly knock him out openly, as that would inevitably make him resentful, and all the previous acting would go to waste, which would be too regrettable.

It was better to let the beggar boy distract Gong Zhiyu’s attention, allowing him to suddenly lose consciousness without him knowing anything.

This way, when he woke up, he would still be “Jiang Yuling’s” loyal dog.

Even if he missed the eruption of the Profound Fiend Land and lost the once-in-a-decade opportunity, Jiang Yuling was just a “weak woman” in the second-rate realm, a victim who fainted with him. How could he place his suspicion on his beloved?

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