Cultivating Immortality Begins with Acting as a Girl Chapter 114

Character name suggestions:

– : A’li

– : Song Ling

– : Xia Xinghe

– : Xiong Ba Palace

– : Mo Lan Mountain

– : Sui Yi City

– : Jiang Manor

– : Qing Hong Pavilion

– : Dong Zi

– : A’lin

– : Gong Zhiyu

– : Yu Ling

– : Young Master Yu

– : A’yu

“Xinghe, do you believe A’li?”

Song Ling looked at Xia Xinghe with her pair of peach blossom eyes on that face.

“Of course, I believe A’li.” Xia Xinghe nodded, blushing.

Song Ling said:

“Alright, time is urgent, I’ll make a long story short. In summary, this monstrous old man is closely related to my background. I’ll tell you the specific details later. Now, due to the death of this monstrous old man, a drastic change might occur within Xiong Ba Palace, which is very unsafe for you. And I’m about to leave Xiong Ba Palace to do something life-and-death, so Xinghe, you’d better hide in the secret base outside the cliff for a few days, and I’ll come find you then.”

“But A’li, you—” Xia Xinghe was still confused and subconsciously wanted to ask questions.

Song Ling looked serious:

“Xinghe, if you believe A’li, then don’t ask questions now. I’ll tell you everything later.”

“Alright…”

Xia Xinghe finally swallowed all the questions she had.

“Let’s go now.” Song Ling said.

Under Xia Xinghe’s astonished gaze, Song Ling transformed back into a fox, then hid in a bag, letting Xia Xinghe carry her out of the pavilion.

Afterward, Xia Xinghe went to the back mountain and hid in that secluded cave, while Song Ling directly left Mo Lan Mountain, galloping towards Sui Yi City in the night.

Seven days, he only had a mere seven days.

He had to seize the time to resolve the threat of the True Love Curse as soon as possible, otherwise, if any unforeseen circumstances occurred, it would be a life-and-death crisis!

Under Song Ling’s relentless journey, disregarding his vital energy, only one day passed before he returned to Sui Yi City.

Jiang Manor, Qing Hong Pavilion.

“Miss, you’re back?”

Dong Zi saluted Song Ling. She had already gotten used to her miss going on distant trips every few days during this period.

Song Ling nodded and asked, “Where is A’lin?”

A’lin was the (fake name) Gong Zhiyu had given himself before.

“Reporting, Miss, your servant just heard him say he was going to the Lake Heart Pavilion in the north, he should be there now.” Dong Zi replied.

“Good, I understand.”

Song Ling started to leave, took two steps, then stopped and turned back to Dong Zi, saying, “Go prepare a coffin, choose the best and most expensive one.”

Dong Zi was startled, then nodded:

“Understood, Miss.”

…

Lake Heart Pavilion.

Gong Zhiyu sat on a stone stool, looking at the vast expanse of the lake outside, his mind at peace.

Now that Song Ling was getting stronger day by day, he only needed to wait for the martial arts alliance army to be annihilated, which would be the day he avenged his great grudge and recovered his true appearance and name.

From the corridor, a sudden sound of footsteps came.

Gong Zhiyu turned his head and saw Song Ling, dressed in a silk dress, walking towards him.

“Yu Ling? Why do you have time to come see me today?” Gong Zhiyu stood up, a little surprised.

Since Song Ling became the de facto head of the Jiang family, the two had not met for a long time. Gong Zhiyu knew that Song Ling’s status was different and she had many things to deal with, so he didn’t say much.

Song Ling walked up to Gong Zhiyu and said with a slight hint of reproach, “Young Master Yu, are you blaming Ling’er for not coming to see you for so long?”

“No, no, I know Yu Ling is busy now, how could I have any complaints about that?”

Gong Zhiyu quickly denied it.

Song Ling couldn’t help but smile and say:

“I’m just joking with Young Master Yu, look how anxious you are. Alright, don’t stand, sit down quickly.”

Gong Zhiyu smiled helplessly and sat down.

Song Ling also sat beside him, very close. Gong Zhiyu could smell a faint, delicate fragrance coming from beside him. Turning his head, he saw the girl’s flawless and exquisite face, like that of a celestial being.

Gong Zhiyu sighed countless times, what virtue and ability did he possess to gain the favor of such a celestial maiden on earth?

“What are you thinking about?” Song Ling turned her head, a smile playing on her lips.

“Nothing, just marveling at my good fortune.” Gong Zhiyu smiled.

Song Ling’s face reddened slightly, and she averted her gaze, whispering, “Silly.”

Gong Zhiyu coughed lightly: “Then I’m a lucky fool.”

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became subtle and warm, and the ripples on the lake seemed to be a reflection of their fluctuating emotions.

After a long while, Song Ling spoke:

“A’yu, let’s get married.”

At these words, Gong Zhiyu’s body immediately tensed. He stammered, “Mar-marry?”

“Yes.”

Song Ling blinked, and said seriously, “Don’t you want to, A’yu?”

“No, I just feel… a bit sudden.”

Gong Zhiyu was dizzy from this pleasant surprise, his heart beating rapidly.

“Not sudden at all. Ling’er is… really looking forward to wearing a wedding dress for you, A’yu.” Song Ling lowered her head, nervously fiddling with her fingers.

To ensure the True Love Curse could be transferred, the other person’s love had to be pushed to its limit.

Now, the time should be about right.

Gong Zhiyu took a deep breath and nodded forcefully, “I understand, everything is up to you, Yu Ling!”

“Mhm.”

Song Ling’s voice was as faint as the fluttering of a mosquito’s wings, but her right hand, unnoticed, gently rested on the back of Gong Zhiyu’s left hand.

Gong Zhiyu’s heart trembled, and his left hand instinctively grasped that fair and delicate soft hand.

A few breaths later, just as Gong Zhiyu was about to say something, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his arm. He pulled up his sleeve to look and saw an irregularly shaped red rash appear on his arm, rapidly expanding and spreading to his entire arm in the blink of an eye.

“What is this?!” Gong Zhiyu’s expression was somewhat horrified.

“This is the True Love Curse.”

Song Ling stood up, looking at Gong Zhiyu indifferently:

“The cursed person will lose all vitality within seven days, unless it is passed on to someone who truly loves them, only then can death be avoided, but the cost is that person’s life.”

“Young Master Yu, you love Ling’er so much, I presume you wouldn’t mind sacrificing yourself for me, would you?”

Gong Zhiyu’s pupils constricted, his eyes filled with incomprehension and confusion. He said with difficulty, “So… Yu Ling, in order to live, you unhesitatingly chose for me to die?”

“Yes.” Song Ling nodded.

“But… why? Don’t you love me too? Didn’t you even threaten your elder brother with death to save me before? Weren’t we still going to get married?”

The red rash had already spread to half of Gong Zhiyu’s body.

Song Ling sighed softly:

“Young Master Yu, you are too attached to appearances.”

“After all, you are essentially just a bandit who broke into my house and threatened me with swords. If I didn’t have other motives, how could I possibly be fond of you?”

Song Ling’s words were like a bolt of lightning piercing through Gong Zhiyu’s confused mind.

Everything connected.

“So… I was used by you from beginning to end…”

“If there is a next life, I—”

Before he could finish, the red rash covered all of Gong Zhiyu’s skin. His eyes instantly became dim and lifeless, losing all vitality.

The next moment, his entire body burst into a violent flame. After a while, ashes drifted away with the wind, scattering onto the lake.

Song Ling caught a piece of ash and shook her head gently:

“What a pity, it even self-combusted. It seems I can only set up a cenotaph.”

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