Cultivating Immortality Begins with Acting as a Girl Chapter 122

Song Ling didn’t stop, as if he had eyes on his back. He subtly shifted his steps, his body moving sideways like a ghost. Two ice dragons grazed his clothes and slammed into the hall’s wall, instantly sending ice shards flying, and the wall was actually knocked open with two large holes.

Senior Brother Chang waved his hands, and the two brilliant ice dragons turned around, heading back to attack Song Ling.

Song Ling leaped up, lightly landing on a beam in the hall. Looking at the two approaching ice dragons, his surrounding qi surged and condensed. Two crossed, crimson longswords quickly formed, their blades vibrating as they shot directly towards the two ice dragons!

The longswords and ice dragons met in mid-air, creating a deafening roar. Crimson and ice-blue intertwined, the light dazzling, as if illuminating the entire hall for a moment.

While they were in a stalemate, Song Ling leaped down from the beam, heading straight for Senior Brother Chang, who was performing his spell nearby.

His eyes were cold, his blood flowing thick like magma. His raised right arm condensed qi, with white, cloud-like smoke around it, as he punched out fiercely!

“Collapse!”

“Fish Willow Stream, Wood Two!”

Senior Brother Chang changed his hand seals, and the two ice dragons instantly shattered, exploding into a sky full of ice mist along with Song Ling’s crimson qi longswords. In their place, a thick vine burst through the bricks and stones from underground, instantly wrapping around Song Ling’s waist!

“Creak—”

The vine tightened, almost breaking, but it also stopped Song Ling’s charging momentum.

“Fish Willow Stream, Gold Six!!”

Senior Brother Chang’s expression was solemn. He seized the opportunity, changing his hand seals with dazzling speed. Dazzling golden light burst from his palm, transforming into a ten-foot-wide golden tiger-head guillotine in mid-air, spanning Song Ling’s body, and then the blade sharply fell!

Song Ling pressed his hands down, his surrounding qi condensing into several long stakes, blocking the path of the falling guillotine.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The qi stakes continuously shattered. Finally, just as the guillotine was about to fall on Song Ling, he broke free from the vine’s!

“Clang!”

The tiger-head guillotine fell, hitting nothing, and quickly dissipated into the air.

“What?”

Senior Brother Chang’s face changed. Looking at the approaching Song Ling, he still wanted to continue making hand seals, but Song Ling already wouldn’t give him the chance. He saw Song Ling draw the longsword from his waist. As air currents surged, crimson flames extended along the longsword, and the blade tore through the air with a sharp whistle, thrusting directly towards Senior Brother Chang’s throat!

That sharpness almost made goosebumps rise all over his body!

At the critical moment, Senior Brother Chang swung his whisk, deflecting Song Ling’s sword. But Song Ling’s offensive was relentless. As the longsword danced, Senior Brother Chang could only parry with all his might. Sparks flew as the whisk and longsword collided, and their movements were so fast they left afterimages.

The surrounding people watched the fierce battle between the two, holding their breath, not daring to make a sound.

“Ling’er… she’s actually fighting with an Immortal Master?”

Jiang Yujin’s face was full of disbelief, and Lu Yingzhen beside him was equally stunned and speechless.

This had completely exceeded their understanding.

Jiang Yizhi and Jiang Yanliang, the father and son, stared intently, praying desperately in their hearts that Senior Brother Chang would surely kill Jiang Yuling here!

“Boom!”

Senior Brother Chang made a careless move and was caught by Song Ling’s opening, taking a fierce kick to the chest. He flew backward like a leaf caught in a gale, heavily falling to the ground. Amidst the rising dust, he struggled to get up, only to feel a sharp pain in his chest and his breathing disordered.

“Impossible! Even a Heavenly Gang Grandmaster of martial arts couldn’t be this strong!” Senior Brother Chang’s eyes widened as he looked at Song Ling, utterly bewildered.

Martial arts were ultimately just the path of mortals, while cultivation was a method of transcendence. The two were fundamentally not on the same level. According to common sense, even if martial arts were cultivated to the extreme, they could at most contend with entry-level cultivators in the Qi Nurturing stage. Facing a proper cultivator like him, who had entered the first major realm, there should be no chance of victory.

However, this person…

Song Ling had no interest in explaining to the young man. His figure flashed, and he again closed in on the opponent, his longsword like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying scorching flames, aiming directly for his vital points.

A trace of humiliation flashed across Senior Brother Chang’s face. He gritted his teeth and formed a hand seal with one hand.

“Fish Willow Stream, Escape!”

In an instant, a gust of clear wind swept his body, rushing rapidly outwards!

A dignified cultivator, actually defeated by a mere mortal, even forced to flee in disarray to save his life…

“Damn it! Once I recover from my injuries, I will definitely—”

Suddenly, Senior Brother Chang, who had already arrived in the courtyard outside the main hall, stiffened. He slowly looked up, his face instantly turning exceptionally ugly.

He saw an orange-red talisman suspended above his head. As its light radiated, it firmly bound him.

“Body… Immobilizing… Talisman?!”

A sound of footsteps came from behind, followed by a clear and pleasant voice:

“Too bad, I only have one of these Immobilizing Talismans. I originally didn’t want to use it, but you escaped too quickly…”

Song Ling walked in front of Senior Brother Chang, raising his longsword and placing it against his neck. “You wasted such a precious treasure of mine. Tell me, shouldn’t you die?”

Senior Brother Chang’s face turned pale. “Don’t… don’t kill me.”

“Not killing you, it’s not impossible…” Song Ling looked him up and down, smiling ambiguously. “If you can give me some compensation, like magical artifacts or other treasures, then I’ll consider letting you go.”

“Magical artifacts?!”

Senior Brother Chang was dumbfounded. He immediately shook his head. “How could a small cultivator like me, at Qi Refining Layer One, possibly have such precious things… Let alone magical artifacts, even the talisman you just used is a valuable treasure to me. I don’t have a single one on me right now.”

“Aren’t you from a major sect, here to recruit disciples for your master? How can you be so poor?” Song Ling asked, puzzled.

The young man gave a bitter smile. “You think too highly of me. My sect, White Cloud Temple, is just a small mountain temple. Including senior and junior brothers and sisters, we don’t have more than twenty people. Even our master, the strongest among us, is only at Qi Refining Layer Six. How can we be considered a major sect…”

“Oh?”

Song Ling’s thoughts flowed, and he asked again, “Are you from the State of Zhao?”

“That’s right.”

Senior Brother Chang wasn’t surprised that Song Ling knew this. After all, the State of Zhao was the closest country to here that met the standard for Level One spiritual energy concentration.

As for remote places like the State of Yong, where spiritual energy was extremely sparse, he would never have come unless his master had ordered him to. Only those unsavory demonic cults, to avoid being collectively attacked, would actively extend their reach to places outside the cultivation world’s view to carry out small schemes…

“Are there many forces like your White Cloud Temple in the State of Zhao?” Song Ling asked again.

Senior Brother Chang nodded. “Quite a lot. In Yilin Mountain, where our White Cloud Temple is located, there are no fewer than ten forces of similar size.”

“Then what is the strongest force in the State of Zhao?”

“That would naturally be the renowned Six Daoist Sects…”

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