Immortality System: Cultivating with Girls
Chapter 46 - 44: Senior Sister, I’m Here to Help You Cultivate [Please Continue Reading!]

Chapter 46: Chapter 44: Senior Sister, I’m Here to Help You Cultivate [Please Continue Reading!]

Outside the hall.

Several Wutong Peak disciples stood aside, watching this furnace disciple who had taken the initiative to come.

Their eyes were full of scrutiny.

This furnace disciple is quite audacious.

Wen Zhixing stood with a calm expression.

He met the gazes of the other Wutong Peak disciples and even took the initiative to smile.

The wind transformed into soft fluff, gently and lingeringly lifting the strands of hair before his forehead.

Sunlight sprinkled over him, coating his surroundings with a faint golden halo, as if draping him with sacred wings.

At that moment, Wen Zhixing appeared as if an Immortal had descended to the mortal world.

Seeing this, the other Wutong Peak disciples couldn’t help but hold their breath.

This furnace disciple... seems rather good-looking.

Not at all like those frail furnace disciples.

If one were to consume him... It might feel different, right...? Great nourishment?

Ning Shan walked out of the grand hall just in time to witness this scene, her face revealing a hint of a strange expression.

He’s actually quite attractive.

Ning Shan’s red lips pursed slightly; she hadn’t noticed this before.

"Ning."

Wen Zhixing was also the first to notice Ning Shan emerging from the hall, and he greeted her with a cupped fist salute.

"Wen."

Ning Shan nodded, then glanced at the others. "Are all of you so idle?"

The other Wutong Peak disciples immediately took the hint and left.

However, their eyes still lingered.

Everyone knew quality when they saw it. Whether this furnace was good or not, everyone could discern for themselves.

Wen Zhixing looked at Ning Shan and found that she seemed prettier today than when he had seen her before.

But as for what exactly made her prettier, he couldn’t say.

Seeming to perceive Wen Zhixing’s gaze, Ning Shan met his eyes directly.

"Am I good-looking?"

"Yes, you are."

Wen Zhixing nodded. He was speaking the truth; she did indeed look quite good.

Ning Shan moved closer with graceful steps, her lips curving slightly. "Then... am I prettier, or is Yun Xinyue prettier?"

"Ah?"

Wen Zhixing was taken aback. He truly hadn’t expected Ning Shan to ask such a question.

"Am I prettier, or is Yun Xinyue prettier?"

As they drew even closer, Ning Shan pressed forward, seemingly determined not to stop until she got an answer.

She’s crazy!

Wen Zhixing was speechless internally.

This damned competitive streak! Why compare even this? You’re cultivators, aren’t you? Compare cultivation levels, compare combat strength! What’s the point of comparing beauty?

"Yun is a bit prettier."

Wen Zhixing didn’t indulge her and spoke bluntly. He was no longer the Wen Zhixing of the past.

He knew Ning Shan wouldn’t do anything to him for speaking the truth, so what was the harm?

"You!"

A flash of anger crossed Ning Shan’s face. She hadn’t expected Wen Zhixing to dare contradict her so bluntly to her face.

"Ning, I’m just being honest. You’re not upset, are you?" Wen Zhixing added, his tone righteous.

Ning Shan gritted her teeth and shot Wen Zhixing a fierce glare.

I get it, you can shut up now.

"Ning, to be honest, it’s just by a tiny bit."

"Enough, stop talking."

Ning Shan was genuinely annoyed now. Had she known, she wouldn’t have asked.

If this were the past, she would have had Wen Zhixing slaughtered on the spot and fed to the pigs.

"Oh."

Wen Zhixing obediently closed his mouth.

"Hmph, come with me."

Ning Shan turned her head, no longer in the mood to speak.

"Oh."

Wen Zhixing stepped forward to follow.

Along the way, the atmosphere around Ning Shan was extremely tense.

Wen Zhixing knew he had touched a nerve, but he had no intention of making amends.

She wasn’t his Taoist companion; there was no need.

However, he also understood something. It was most likely Ning Shan who wanted to see him today, not Feng Ruoli!

Soon, the two of them arrived at the secret chamber Wen Zhixing had been in before.

BOOM!

The door to the secret chamber opened.

Ning Shan was about to enter when she turned her head and saw specks of blood seeping from Wen Zhixing’s shoulder.

"You’re injured?"

Ning Shan frowned.

"It’s nothing, just a minor wound. I was careless and did it myself."

Wen Zhixing also glanced at it; the wound on his shoulder was somewhat large, but it had mostly healed by now.

"Did someone give you trouble?"

Ning Shan’s expression darkened slightly. She naturally did not believe Wen Zhixing’s words.

Who would injure their own shoulder like that? Could it be She Zhihong? I just warned him yesterday, and yet he still dared to resort to such vile tactics. How audacious!

"No, nobody troubled me."

Wen Zhixing shook his head, speaking the truth.

Ning Shan didn’t reply; she had already decided Wen Zhixing wasn’t being truthful.

But it wasn’t the right time to deal with this matter. She would address it later.

With a cold expression, she entered the secret chamber.

Wen Zhixing didn’t offer further explanation and leisurely followed her in.

Inside the secret chamber, the candlelight was dim.

It was a familiar feeling.

The two of them gazed into each other’s eyes.

"Ning, did you summon me today because there’s something you wish to discuss?"

Wen Zhixing chuckled lightly, feigning ignorance.

He naturally understood Ning Shan’s intentions.

Ning Shan remained silent, grabbed Wen Zhixing by the collar, and yanked him toward her.

They were so close they could feel each other’s faint breath.

"I want you to... assist my cultivation!"

These words slowly escaped Ning Shan’s lips.

"And what’s in it for me?"

Wen Zhixing’s eyes narrowed, a smile playing on his lips.

Ning Shan was slightly astonished, not expecting Wen Zhixing to start bargaining with her.

"You’re certainly not afraid of death."

Ning Shan looked into Wen Zhixing’s eyes and suddenly laughed.

Wen Zhixing laughed along. "Ning won’t kill me."

"What do you want?"

Ning Shan released Wen Zhixing’s collar.

Wen Zhixing, however, said nothing. His large hand reached out proactively, encircling her slender, supple waist.

Caught off guard, Ning Shan found herself lifted into his arms.

"You..."

Ning Shan was about to flare up but was held firmly by his strong hands.

Wen Zhixing leaned close to her ear and whispered with a low laugh, "Ning, don’t rush... Let me first assist your cultivation... Please, guide me."

...

Inside the room, an exotic fragrance filled the air, as if clouds and mist swirled around.

Ning Shan’s cheeks flushed red like blooming petals...

...

[Your body has entered a withered state, triggering Revival of the Withered Tree.]

[Your body undergoes a new transformation.]

[Your body starts its Seventh Nirvana.]

[Your Body Recovery Speed is doubled once again.]

[Starting to temper all the blood in your body. Once tempering is complete, your blood will be as dense as lead and mercury, your marrow like frost, and your blood and qi as strong as a dragon.]

「Four days passed in a blink of an eye.」

Wen Zhixing had once again been completely drained by essence absorption.

Revival of the Withered Tree had been successfully triggered.

Ning Shan also left, fully satisfied. Wen Zhixing’s abundant primordial yang had greatly increased her cultivation, bringing her directly to the peak of the Mysterious Might Realm.

A few hours later, Wen Zhixing slowly woke up.

His recovery speed was incredibly fast. In about three hours, Wen Zhixing’s body had already completed its nirvana.

[Seventh Nirvana completed.]

[Your Body Recovery Speed is doubled.]

[Your blood is as dense as lead and mercury, your marrow like frost, and your blood and qi as strong as a dragon.]

[Your physical body has undergone metamorphosis, achieving a breakthrough in realm. Current cultivation: Shedding Mortal Seventh Layer.]

[Your life-span +10, current life-span: 134.]

At this moment, Wen Zhixing could truly feel the immense, surging vitality within his body.

His blood and qi coursed like raging torrents.

"The Seventh Nirvana!"

Wen Zhixing smiled, feeling as if he possessed inexhaustible energy.

The next moment, however, a warmth spread from his Sea of Qi. A subtle Qi sensation emerged, as if it were about to condense into Spiritual Qi.

"This is... a Qi sensation... Not good!"

Wen Zhixing was stunned, and alarm immediately surged through him.

His physical body was too powerful at this moment. Such a body was on the verge of transcending its mortal coil.

In a moment of carelessness, his body was actually starting to condense Spiritual Qi on its own, stepping into the next realm.