Immortality System: Cultivating with Girls
Chapter 80 - 78: Zhang, Live Well

Chapter 80: Chapter 78: Zhang, Live Well

"Junior Brother Wen, you must die, you absolutely must die."

Zhang Tiancheng used all his strength, pulled out the short blade, and stabbed into Wen Zhixing’s chest again.

BOOM!

A surge of Spiritual Qi exploded, directly blasting Zhang Tiancheng away.

"Zhang Tiancheng... you..."

Blood gushed from Wen Zhixing’s mouth, and he stumbled a few steps before half-kneeling on the ground.

Zhang Tiancheng, collapsed on the ground, spat blood. He was unable to move, drained of all his strength.

"Zhang Tiancheng..."

Wen Zhixing grasped the short blade in his chest, bowing his head slightly to look.

Both stabs had narrowly missed his heart by a hair’s breadth.

A subtle smile touched the corners of his mouth, and it seemed as if a sigh of relief escaped him internally.

So, this was your plan from the beginning? Fine, then I’ll play along with you till the end of this act.

"Zhang Tiancheng, you... deserve to die!"

Wen Zhixing’s body trembled as he tried to swing his sword to kill Zhang Tiancheng.

But as soon as the Sword Pill gathered, his body seemed to lose all its strength, and he slumped down.

In the end, his breath slowly ceased.

"This..."

This scene left She Zhihong utterly dumbfounded.

What happened? Dead? Did Wen Zhixing really get killed by Zhang Tiancheng?

"Dead, he’s dead! COUGH, COUGH, COUGH!" A manic laugh erupted from Zhang Tiancheng’s mouth.

"Very good, Junior Brother Zhang, you did well."

A pleased voice came from nearby. At some point, a golden radiance had appeared not far away.

The voice of Mu Yunqing drifted over slowly.

"Senior Brother Mu!"

She Zhihong was shocked, then struggled to stand up.

The sword wind from before had not pierced his heart, allowing him a lucky escape.

Mu Yunqing made a gesture as if to help them rise. "No need for formalities," he said. "Not bad. You have performed a great service this time. Today, I will rescue you and bring you back to the sect."

"What?"

She Zhihong was stunned again. They were going to be rescued today?

BOOM!

A disturbance of Spiritual Qi erupted in the distance.

She Zhihong barely managed to turn his head.

What else was happening tonight at the Wondrous Palace?

"Thank you, Senior Brother Mu."

Zhang Tiancheng also struggled to get up, his face alight with excitement.

"Junior Brother Zhang, do me a favor and check Wen Zhixing’s wounds."

Mu Yunqing spoke again, his voice still gentle. Clearly, he was not completely at ease.

"Yes, Senior Brother Mu."

Zhang Tiancheng’s body stiffened slightly, and he hobbled over to Wen Zhixing.

With a push, he knocked Wen Zhixing’s corpse to the ground.

The short blade was plunged directly into his chest.

Mu Yunqing nodded in satisfaction, but then narrowed his eyes slightly. "Pull out the knife."

"Yes." Zhang Tiancheng trembled as if he were about to collapse from exhaustion.

Finally, under Mu Yunqing’s gaze, he yanked it out.

The blade left the body. Blood slowly flowed.

"Stab him a few more times."

Mu Yunqing chuckled. He was indeed too cautious.

"Yes."

Zhang Tiancheng shivered, his arm holding the short blade trembling.

"Let me do it, let me."

Just as he was about to swing the blade, She Zhihong, who was standing to the side, interjected. Malice filled his eyes.

He hadn’t managed to kill Wen Zhixing, but stabbing him postmortem felt somewhat satisfying. Besides, now was a good time to earn merit.

"All right, Junior Brother She, go ahead."

Zhang Tiancheng’s complexion changed slightly, but he dared not show any sign of it.

SQUELCH!

With a sinister laugh, She Zhihong plunged the short blade into Wen Zhixing’s heart.

He delivered three stabs, each one fatal.

With every cut, Zhang Tiancheng’s expression grew uglier.

However, his face was already deathly pale, so the difference was negligible.

"Good, now chop off his head!"

Mu Yunqing laughed heartily, still not content.

"What?"

Zhang Tiancheng clenched his fist. Mu Yunqing is being overly cautious.

BOOM!

Just at that moment, the entire Wondrous Palace was rocked by violent tremors.

DONG!

DONG!

DONG!

A resounding bell tolled, shaking the heavens.

"Not good! Junior Brother She, Junior Brother Zhang, I’ll leave this place to you."

Mu Yunqing’s expression changed. Without further dallying over Wen Zhixing, he actively dissipated the light screen.

"Whew!"

Once Mu Yunqing left, Zhang Tiancheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Junior Brother Zhang, what’s all this about?" She Zhihong asked, his face dark.

He felt there were too many things he didn’t know.

"Heh."

Zhang Tiancheng just sneered contemptuously.

"Hmph. Zhang Tiancheng, do you think you can act presumptuously towards me just because I’m seriously injured?" She Zhihong let out a cold snort.

SPLASH!

However, in the next moment, a flash of blood-red light flared.

His head soared high into the air, the arrogant expression frozen on his face.

In his final moment, he saw the supposedly dead Wen Zhixing slowly stand up and casually dust off his robes.

"How... could this be..."

His eyes widened. Darkness crept before him, his consciousness dissipated, and everything froze.

Turns out, what had just transpired was merely a play acted out by the two of them.

"Junior Brother Wen... you’re alright..." Zhang Tiancheng said, struggling to get to his feet as he watched Wen Zhixing rise.

He was still a bit panicked internally. He hadn’t expected Mu Yunqing to be so cautious, fearing that Wen Zhixing wouldn’t survive.

But since Wen Zhixing hadn’t resisted, it indicated he was confident.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I’m unharmed."

Wen Zhixing helped him up.

"Junior Brother, the situation was urgent, I couldn’t discuss it with you..." Zhang Tiancheng began to explain.

Wen Zhixing waved it off. "I understand."

In fact, he had guessed Zhang Tiancheng’s intention beforehand: to fake death and escape.

But faking death was not easy; the plan was difficult to execute. After all, Zhang Tiancheng couldn’t have truly killed him from the start; judging by Mu Yunqing’s reaction, he wouldn’t have believed Wen Zhixing was dead even if his heart had been stabbed multiple times.

Of course, at the very beginning, Wen Zhixing couldn’t be absolutely certain of Zhang Tiancheng’s thoughts. So, he hadn’t killed him immediately. Instead, he had spared his life for the time being.

"Now that Mu Yunqing has confirmed your death, you can rest easy in the future," Zhang Tiancheng said, slumping to the ground with a laugh.

Wen Zhixing, however, smiled faintly. "’Just rest easy?’ This debt... I’ll have him repay it slowly."

"Junior Brother, don’t be rash," Zhang Tiancheng hastily cautioned.

"I understand." Wen Zhixing gestured dismissively.

He already had a plan. Zhang Tiancheng didn’t want him to go to the Righteous Sun Sect. So, he resolved to go anyway, but under a new identity.

Just moments ago, he had acquired a new Divine Ability: Thousand-faced Illusion Body.

Although he had yet to claim it, the name alone hinted at its effect.

An idea formed in his mind. Taking advantage of the chaos in the Wondrous Palace, he could disguise himself as someone else and scavenge valuables.

Spirit stones, Spiritual Instruments, elixirs, and talismans.

He wanted them all!

Wen Zhixing stood up and walked over to She Zhihong’s side, patting him down.

There wasn’t much. Apart from the Spiritual Instrument short knife, there were only a few elixirs and talismans, and a token representing his identity. He was practically destitute.

"Senior Brother Zhang, these are for you."

Wen Zhixing casually took the token and a Communication Talisman for contacting Mu Yunqing.

He left the rest for Zhang Tiancheng, then turned and walked away.

"Junior Brother Wen, where are you going?" Zhang Tiancheng hastily called out.

"Senior Brother Zhang, stay alive. See you in the Righteous Sun Sect."

Wen Zhixing didn’t look back, simply waving his hand.

"’The Righteous Sun Sect,’ Zhang Tiancheng murmured, stunned. Before he could speak again, Wen Zhixing’s figure had already slowly vanished from sight.

In the distance, waves of Spiritual Qi fluctuated continuously. The sounds of battle shook the heavens.