Cultivating Immortality Begins with Acting as a Girl Chapter 094

“If Heaven offers and you refuse, you will suffer for it!”

After a long while, a look of resolve flashed in Song Ling’s eyes.

Immortal (yuan) was something that was encountered but not sought after. Once missed, one might never encounter it a second time in their entire life!

Song Ling stomped his foot, and a large pit exploded in the ground. He shot out like a cannonball towards the outside of the forest, and it didn’t take long for him to return to the previous mountain path.

The distant village was still faintly visible and blurry in the mist. Song Ling sped along the mountain path towards the village.

The mist was cut through by him, only to be filled in by the surroundings in the next instant.

Before long, Song Ling arrived near the village.

“Eh, that little beggar?”

Song Ling’s gaze sharpened as he saw the beggar boy who had followed them all the way.

However, the other party’s state seemed a bit strange at the moment. His eyes were unfocused, but his body was walking forward uncontrollably, as if he were sleepwalking.

“Something’s wrong.”

Just as Song Ling was about to retreat, a sudden dizzy spell overcame him, and a strange man’s voice began to echo in his mind:

“Come here, come here, everything you desire is here…”

Then, his body began to walk uncontrollably into the village.

Song Ling was startled. What kind of method was this?

Was the beggar boy controlled by this method?

At this moment, although Song Ling could still think and see everything in front of him, his body felt as if it had been taken over, and controlling it was very difficult. However, he quickly calmed down and circulated the thread of True Qi within his dantian, channeling it into his limbs and meridians.

“It works!”

Song Ling’s heart stirred. He could clearly feel that with the assistance of the True Qi, the strange power controlling his body was greatly suppressed. With just a little more effort, he could completely regain control of his body.

However…

Song Ling glanced at the beggar boy not far away, and the other figures vaguely visible in the mist ahead, temporarily abandoning this idea.

Everything before him seemed too much like someone was manipulating it from behind the scenes.

And that person was very likely the strange man whose voice had just echoed in his mind.

Clearly, the other party must have used some supernatural means to control him. If he were to break free now, there was a high probability that he would alert the enemy, putting himself in a disadvantageous position where the enemy was hidden and he was exposed.

Therefore, Song Ling decided to remain calm and temporarily maintain this state of being controlled yet able to break free at any moment.

Under the influence of that mysterious power, his body continued to walk forward. After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the white mist suddenly completely dissipated, and the surrounding scenery clearly came into view—

As if having experienced a devastating fire, the surroundings were all burnt-out houses.

A cold wind blew through the charred ruins and broken walls. On the scorched earth, charcoal and burnt corpses were sparsely scattered, emitting a faint haze of smoke.

At the very front was an ancient well covered in the marks of time.

The reason why there was almost no white mist here was that above this well, all the white mist had condensed into a thick wisp of white gas, continuously drilling into the well.

And beside the well, a thin man in ragged clothes sat cross-legged. His right hand was pierced through the palm by a nail connected to an iron chain that hung into the well, while his left hand held a talisman glowing with a faint green light.

At this moment, directly in front of the well, seven or eight people were lining up to jump into it.

The beggar boy and Song Ling were also controlled by that power and arrived at the end of the line.

“Is this person the mastermind behind the strange changes in Rime Valley?”

Song Ling’s internal alarm bells rang loudly. From this person’s ability to control others’ bodies, he was definitely no ordinary mortal.

However, compared to the immortal cultivator he had encountered for the first time, who flew on a sword, this person did not give him the feeling of being as powerful as facing a natural enemy, absolutely irresistible… Could it be a different realm?

“Almost there, just a few more, enough, enough!”

The thin man by the well looked excited, his gaze fixed on the well. His right hand trembled slightly, as if he was pulling something up with great effort.

Song Ling still maintained his controlled state. Even though this person did not seem to be a strong individual, he was very likely an immortal cultivator with unfathomable methods. Unless it was truly a life-or-death moment, or there was an excellent opportunity, he would not risk making a move.

“What is he trying to get out of the well? Is it that immortal (yuan) item? Or is there no immortal (yuan) at all, and all the commotion was caused by this person? If so, what is his purpose?”

Song Ling’s mind raced.

As time passed, the people lined up in front of the well jumped into it one by one. After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the beggar boy in front of Song Ling also followed suit, his expression numb as he plunged into the well.

On the open ground, besides Song Ling and the thin man, there was no one else.

Song Ling walked step by step towards the well, his heart heavy. There was no one left to buy him time. If he didn’t want to jump into the well, the only option was to make a move!

Just as Song Ling was less than a foot away from the well, a split second before he was about to act, a sudden change occurred!

From within the well, a dazzling white light suddenly erupted, and the white mist gathered in mid-air instantly dissipated!

“Success!”

The thin man stood up excitedly, ignoring his bleeding right hand pierced by the nail, and pulled upwards with great force!

“Rise!!!”

Accompanying the thin man’s roar, the iron chain connected to his right hand was rapidly pulled up, rubbing against the edge of the well and emitting a crisp sound. A moment later, the other end of the chain appeared. It was an inverted conical bucket, and inside the bucket, a pure white, brilliant light shimmered.

The thin man reached out and grabbed it, holding the pure white light in his hand.

“Hahahaha!! Success!”

“The Grade A Spirit, ‘Brocade White Rain,’ is mine, Yu Haoran’s! I never thought such a spiritual object could actually fall into my hands!”

The thin man looked at the pure white light in his hand and laughed maniacally.

After a long while, he finally calmed down.

“Almost forgot, there’s still an ant to deal with.”

The thin man looked at Song Ling, who was still controlled, and stroked his chin. “Now that the Brocade White Rain is in hand, this ant is useless. Never mind, for the sake of obtaining this spiritual object, I’ll give you a quick death.”

Saying that, he walked towards Song Ling, extending a finger to point at Song Ling’s glabella.

Three inches…

Two inches…

One inch…

“The time has come!”

A sharp light flashed in Song Ling’s eyes. The True Qi within his body instantly broke through the obstruction, regaining control of his body!

Looking at the thin man who was within reach, he did not hesitate and fiercely unleashed the limit-breaking move of the Jade-Shattering Formless Palm—Jade Splintering Cloud Shattering!

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