Immortality System: Cultivating with Girls
Chapter 78 - 76: Why are you guys so weak?

Chapter 78: Chapter 76: Why are you guys so weak?

"You’ve certainly gone to great lengths to try and kill me," Wen Zhixing chuckled.

Yet, his hand stealthily reached into his robe, gently pressing a talisman against his body.

This movement, however, seemed to be noticed. The black-clad, masked She Zhihong suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing like lightning, shooting straight at Wen Zhixing.

Wen Zhixing instantly felt the hairs all over his body stand on end as a bone-chilling cold swept through him.

"Courting death!" She Zhihong uttered a low shout.

A flash of blade light tore through the air, tracing a silver arc as it stabbed straight for the space between Wen Zhixing’s eyebrows.

"Hmm?" The howling, fierce wind slammed into his face, and Wen Zhixing’s expression subtly changed.

With a light tap of his toes, he leaped backward, dodging the attack.

"He dodged it?" Seeing this, She Zhihong’s expression darkened, and he spoke again, "Junior Brother, make your move! A quick battle, a quick resolution. Don’t make too much noise."

He had a bad feeling. They had to kill Wen Zhixing as quickly as possible. Otherwise, if the commotion from the fight drew the attention of others, they would be in trouble. Fortunately, Wen Zhixing lived in a relatively secluded place. It was indeed a good spot to make their move.

"Die!"

At the same time, another figure burst from the darkness. Ning Qingzhong, keeping his voice low, spoke with a cold tone that echoed all around.

The next moment, his figure moved like a phantom, charging straight for Wen Zhixing!

The short blade in his hand traced an arc, slicing with a chilling gleam towards Wen Zhixing’s neck.

This strike was aimed to sever his head.

Wen Zhixing’s pupils contracted sharply, and he retreated rapidly!

But he was a fraction too late. Ning Qingzhong, like an inescapable shadow, swung the short blade down.

The blade’s edge narrowly scraped past Wen Zhixing’s cheek.

A surge of Spiritual Qi erupted, scattering his hair.

CLANG!

The blade collided with Wen Zhixing’s left shoulder, yet it rang out with the sound of metal striking metal.

"What!" Ning Qingzhong’s sure-kill strike was unexpectedly blocked, and his eyes widened.

Is Wen Zhixing wearing a Defensive Spiritual Instrument?

His strike having failed, he dared not delay. He stepped forward, Spiritual Qi surging into the short blade as he swept it out.

SHHHK!

The blade struggled across Wen Zhixing’s chest, catching halfway.

It left behind a thin line of blood.

"Such a strong physique!" Ning Qingzhong exclaimed as he withdrew the blade, unable to stop himself from taking several steps back.

This short blade was merely a mortal weapon. If not for the Spiritual Qi empowering it, Wen Zhixing’s defense wouldn’t even have been breached.

Wen Zhixing glanced down. The wound had already stopped bleeding, but a fierce light glinted in his eyes.

"Sword Pill!"

CLANG!

A golden sword light flickered, and a three-foot, green-edged sword materialized.

"A Spiritual Instrument!" Ning Qingzhong, who was about to attack again, paused when he saw this.

Wen Zhixing actually has a Spiritual Instrument!

"Igniting Blood Sword Skill." Wen Zhixing uttered softly, and the Sword Pill emanated a faint, blood-colored light.

A torrent of Qi and blood surged through his body, flowing along his thick meridians into his right arm, then his right palm, and finally infusing the longsword.

His body seemed to ignite, emitting waves of blood mist.

"First Sword!" Wen Zhixing roared, his arm muscles tensing instantaneously.

The blood-red sword light, seeming to tear the very sky asunder, shot straight for Ning Qingzhong’s heart.

"Not good!" Ning Qingzhong was shocked. He hurriedly channeled Spiritual Qi, raising his short blade to block his chest.

CLANG!

Ning Qingzhong felt his hand go numb.

CRACK!

The blade in his hand shattered, and he was sent flying backward.

Blood surged in his chest, and he couldn’t stop himself from spitting out a large mouthful of it.

A deep wound, exposing bone, appeared on his chest.

"How... is this possible..." Not only Ning Qingzhong, but She Zhihong and the others also looked on in disbelief.

"Hmm?" Wen Zhixing paused, looking at the Sword Pill, then at Ning Qingzhong, his face filled with confusion. "This is the Mysterious Might Realm... How is it so weak?"

Could it be... that I am too strong?

"You!" Ning Qingzhong burned with anger, his face turning deathly pale.

"I see now. You lot of trash, even if you’ve entered the Mysterious Might Realm, you probably don’t know many techniques, do you?" Wen Zhixing’s lips curled, his words like salt in their wounds.

He understood. She Zhihong’s group of so-called inner sect disciples were only impressive on the surface. In reality, they didn’t even have a decent Spiritual Instrument, and the number of techniques they knew was minimal. They were all neutered versions of Mysterious Might Realm cultivators.

"Attack together!" She Zhihong sensed something was wrong and shouted to the others nearby.

Song Zidong, who had planned to continue his ambush, also charged out from the darkness.

"Igniting Blood Sword Skill. Second Sword!" Wen Zhixing ignored them, unleashing his second strike.

His target was Ning Qingzhong, who was already injured.

HUM!

The sword light vibrated faintly, emitting a resonant hum.

The blood-red sword light shot out like a crimson flash.

Seeing the sword light about to strike between his eyes, Ning Qingzhong had no choice but to stomp hard.

His body leaped, soaring high into the air.

BOOM!

A thunderous crash exploded.

The ground where he had stood moments before was split apart by the sword strike.

Ning Qingzhong’s eyes showed horror, his heart pounding fiercely.

Qi Movement Realm? This damned guy is in the Qi Movement Realm?!

"Junior Brother, don’t panic! We’re here to help you!" She Zhihong and Song Zidong quickly rushed over.

Ning Qingzhong’s heart relaxed momentarily—he had just felt an unparalleled threat.

"Third Sword." Wen Zhixing’s voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

Once more, the blood-red light flared before his eyes.

PSCHT!

Before Ning Qingzhong could react, a line of blood split open between his brows.

Blood-red sword wind pierced through his skull.

"Uh... I..." Ning Qingzhong’s eyes bulged wide. He wanted to say something, but the light in his eyes faded, and then his entire head exploded.

His headless body, like a kite with its string cut, plummeted straight down.

"Junior Brother Ning!" She Zhihong and Song Zidong arrived only to watch helplessly, disbelief filling their eyes.

BOOM!

The body slammed into the ground.

The scene fell silent.

"Too weak." Wen Zhixing slowly shook his head.

He really hadn’t expected Ning Qingzhong to lack even a Spiritual Instrument. And without any techniques, how could he possibly compete with me?

"Senior Brother She..." Song Zidong panicked. His strength was comparable to Ning Qingzhong’s.

"Junior Brother Song, we have to fight! There’s no way out!" A grim light flickered in She Zhihong’s eyes as a golden glow ignited in his palm.

Several talismans emerged, circling and hovering around the two of them: Vajra Talisman, Rejuvenation Talisman, Quick Movement Talisman, Great Strength Talisman...

Streams of profound light burst forth, enveloping them.

BOOM!

Just then, a violent roar echoed from the distance.

Brilliant spiritual light soared into the sky.

Wen Zhixing turned his head, his eyes narrowing slightly.

That direction was where Qiu Yinger was in closed-door cultivation.

"The Righteous Sun Sect... Have they made their move...?" Wen Zhixing murmured to himself.

It’s happening faster than I estimated.

"Junior Brother, now’s our chance! Kill him!" Seeing Wen Zhixing distracted, She Zhihong roared.

"Kill!" Song Zidong didn’t hesitate, his courage bolstered by the various talismans.

BOOM!

He fiercely punched out with his right fist. A whistling gust of wind, like an angry python, surged forward.

His entire being charged directly towards Wen Zhixing.

"I’m done playing with you. I have important matters to attend to." Wen Zhixing refocused, a slight smile playing on his lips as the Sword Pill flickered in his hand.

"Fourth Sword!"

A large amount of his essence blood was drawn out. The blood-red glow became almost tangible, transforming into a crimson sword light that slashed across the sky.

BOOM!

The sword wind pierced the giant python, instantly tearing it apart.

Its power undiminished, the sword wind surged onward, fiercely striking Song Zidong’s chest.