Immortality System: Cultivating with Girls
Chapter 60 - 58: You’ll Feel Better Soon【Please Keep Reading!】

Chapter 60: Chapter 58: You’ll Feel Better Soon【Please Keep Reading!】

"Collect the Fortune Fragment."

With a thought, Wen Zhixing directly collected the Fortune Fragment. He wanted to see who it was. As long as he opened a Gray Fortune Fragment, he would know who was inside.

[White Fortune Fragment +1.]

[Current White Fortune Fragments: 1/2.]

As luck would have it, Wen Zhixing had actually drawn a White Fortune Fragment this time.

... Wen Zhixing was speechless.

No problem, it’s not a big deal. I’ll just draw another one, he thought.

[Blue Fortune Fragment +1.]

[Current Blue Fortune Fragments: 1/3.]

? Wen Zhixing was puzzled.

What did this mean? He wanted to draw a Gray Fortune Fragment, but he got a White one, then a Blue one, he wondered.

"Continue drawing."

Wen Zhixing took a deep breath.

[Purple Fortune Fragment +1.]

[Current Purple Fortune Fragments: 2/4.]

???

Wen Zhixing was stunned.

A Purple Fortune Fragment actually came out? Previously, time and time again, it was always Gray Fortune Fragments, but today, not a single Gray Fortune Fragment? He didn’t know if this was good luck or bad luck, as this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Is it Qiu Yinger, Yun Xinyue, or Ning Shan?

Wen Zhixing pondered slightly. The person who would brazenly enter his dwelling could only be one of these few.

Zhang Tiancheng would only wait for him outside and wouldn’t actively come in.

Wen Zhixing mused for a moment and, without much hesitation, ultimately chose to confront the situation.

Anyway, he couldn’t escape it. Lately, he had always felt like someone wanted to harm him, which had led him to be somewhat overly cautious.

「Inside the house.」

The lights were bright, and a cool breeze drifted by, human shadows swaying with it. Qiu Yinger, dressed in a teal robe, was propping her chin with both hands, sprawled out on a stone bench. At this moment, she seemed to have lost the arrogance she previously displayed, gazing blankly at a certain spot, dazed.

"Qiu."

Wen Zhixing walked slowly towards her. Just as I expected, he thought upon entering. He was right; it was indeed one of those three.

"Wen."

Qiu Yinger came back to her senses and turned her eyes towards Wen Zhixing. In an instant, her demeanor was restored, and she once again became the aloof Qiu Yinger.

"Qiu, why are you not resting at this late hour?" Wen Zhixing asked in an even tone.

As he did so, he suddenly felt a bit hungry. He casually took out a Wondrous Soul-devouring Pill and tossed it into his mouth.

"So comfortable."

An intoxicating sensation immediately rushed to his head. Wen Zhixing did not activate the Clear Heart Incantation, instead allowing himself to fully relish the pleasure.

Seeing this, Qiu Yinger frowned. She knew Wen Zhixing was purposely eating it in front of her.

"Wen, have you taken an interest in array methods recently?" Qiu Yinger asked.

"What, Qiu, do you wish to teach me?" Wen Zhixing replied with a grin, a frivolous smile on his face. Under the influence of the Wondrous Soul-devouring Pill, his demeanor became wanton.

Qiu Yinger seemed to dislike someone behaving so recklessly in front of her. She then let out a cold laugh. "Wen, you can drop the act. The Wondrous Soul-devouring Pill is useless on you."

The smile remained on Wen Zhixing’s face, but his heart sank.

How could this be? How did Qiu Yinger know that the Wondrous Soul-devouring Pill was ineffective on him? Or was she trying to bluff him?

Qiu Yinger stood up, chuckling behind her hand. "Wen, do you think a person addicted to the Wondrous Soul-devouring Pill would have the composure to study array methods?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhixing’s expression slowly sobered, and then he laughed again. "So that’s how it is. I was indeed shortsighted."

He really hadn’t noticed that point. Indeed, how could a muddle-headed ’addict’ like him, who muddled through his days, possibly become engrossed in the study of array methods?

"Tell me, what do you want?" Wen Zhixing casually sat down on a nearby stone bench. At this point, there was no use pretending anymore. Surprisingly little fear stirred in his heart; he was actually curious to see what Qiu Yinger intended to do to him.

"Wen, you’re a smart man," Qiu Yinger pursed her red lips, looking at him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

"Qiu Yinger, we’ve already torn off all pretenses, so there’s no need to beat around the bush." Wen Zhixing casually poured a cup of water, pushed it towards Qiu Yinger, and asked, "Want a drink?"

Just as Qiu Yinger was about to take it, Wen Zhixing pulled the cup back. "Pour it yourself if you want some."

Qiu Yinger, however, didn’t get angry. Instead, she offered a faint smile and sat down. "Wen, what is it? You’re not afraid?"

Wen Zhixing didn’t answer, a hint of mockery appearing on his face instead. At this stage, what was the point of such words?

Qiu Yinger’s eyes narrowed, and she no longer beat around the bush. With a flip of her slender white hands, a glint of spiritual light emerged in her palm. "Eat this, and from now on, you will be a core disciple of the Wondrous Palace."

"What is it?" Wen Zhixing frowned as he looked over. The object was enveloped in spiritual light, obscuring its appearance.

"A Heart-eating Venomous Worm." Qiu Yinger did not hide it, and the spiritual light in her hand slowly dissipated.

It was a small, blood-red insect, about the thickness of a thumb, its body translucent like a glass bead.

"A Heart-eating Venomous Worm..." Wen Zhixing’s eyes widened slightly.

"This Heart-eating Venomous Worm is a type of Mother-child Venomous Worm, personally refined by Master. One is here, and the other is in Master’s hands," Qiu Yinger continued slowly. "This Heart-eating Venomous Worm can become intangible. Normally, it will be planted in your heart meridians, merging with them to become one. With this venomous worm present, your whereabouts, and even your life and death, will no longer be under your control."

Wen Zhixing listened quietly throughout, his face showing no joy or sorrow.

"Wen Zhixing, what do you say? Are you willing to swallow this venomous worm and become a core disciple of the Wondrous Palace?" Qiu Yinger’s eyes were fixed intently on Wen Zhixing.

"Do I have a choice?" Wen Zhixing remained calm.

"No." Qiu Yinger smiled, appearing utterly harmless.

"So, I’ll be a core disciple after this?"

"Naturally."

Wen Zhixing asked again, "And what’s the status of a core disciple?"

"Equal to mine." Qiu Yinger smiled.

"Oh? Then you’ve truly given me a great gift," Wen Zhixing said meaningfully, then without further hesitation, declared, "Give me the venomous worm!"

He knew he couldn’t escape. If he didn’t eat this venomous worm, his fate might be even worse. However, on the surface, he could become a core disciple. That was indeed a good thing.

Qiu Yinger smiled in satisfaction, extending her slender white hand to place the Heart-eating Venomous Worm before him.

Wen Zhixing didn’t even look at it and directly stuffed it into his mouth.

He had expected some repulsive sensation, but to his surprise, the moment the Heart-eating Venomous Worm entered his mouth, it transformed into an intangible wisp of air. It quickly made its way to his heart. Beneath it, countless tiny tendrils emerged, burrowing into his heart.

The next moment, Wen Zhixing felt as if his heart was being pricked by countless needles. Immense pain wracked his entire body. He clutched his chest, gritted his teeth, a look of agony on his face.

"Wen, it hurts a bit at first. Just bear with it; it’ll feel better soon," Qiu Yinger said with a giggle, feigning concern.

"Shut up!" Wen Zhixing suddenly raised his head, a fierce light in his eyes, glaring so intensely that it made her heart tremble. "I’ve already eaten the venomous worm. You can get out now."

"You!" Qiu Yinger’s face darkened instantly. She hadn’t expected Wen Zhixing to dare speak to her like that.

"Qiu, I am a core disciple now. Our statuses are equivalent—that’s what you just said. What, do you still think I’m some furnace for you to use?" Wen Zhixing scoffed, enduring the pain in his chest.

He knew that if he just endured a little longer, this ordeal would be over. But he couldn’t take it anymore.

"Wen Zhixing, are you aware that words can bring disaster?" Qiu Yinger gritted her teeth.

"You could enlighten me," Wen Zhixing replied, slowly standing up with utter disdain.

By now, he was certain that Qiu Yinger wouldn’t dare kill him. Since I’m not going to die, what’s there to be afraid of? He was the type to casually slash himself with a sword when bored. Why would he fear Qiu Yinger’s threats?

"Such audacity!" Qiu Yinger was enraged. "You deserve a good slapping!" Her slender white hand rose, ready to strike, but Wen Zhixing, seizing the initiative, struck first.

One large hand clamped down on her wrist. His other hand swung down with great force.

SMACK!

A crisp, loud slapping sound echoed, and vivid finger marks appeared on Qiu Yinger’s face.