Isn't This a Game? Why Are You All Cultivating for Real!

Song Jiulai seemed to pause.

The Liang Brothers, it seemed, couldn’t even be bothered with a pretense.

To think they’d come after her so openly.

Song Jiulai looked back in feigned terror, only to see one of the Liang Brothers from earlier catching up to her.

"Wh-what are you doing? I bought this myself! We’re almost at Xuanwu City! Do you dare to murder someone for their possessions here? I even made a pact with that cultivator of yours!"

Panic was evident in Song Jiulai’s voice.

The man before her, Liang Yao, sneered at Song Jiulai with a malicious, contemptuous smile. "You really are naive. You managed to buy something out here that you couldn’t find in Xuanwu City’s black market. Did you really not prepare yourself for this?"

Song Jiulai said in a panicked tone, "Do you know which sect I’m from? I’m from the Sea View Sect!"

’I’m working for the Sea View Sect, so if you round up, that basically makes me one of them.’

’What’s wrong with pulling out that card at a critical moment?!’

"Sea View Sect?" Liang Yao scoffed. "If you were really a Core Disciple of the Sea View Sect, would they let you come to a place like this by yourself? You even have the mark on your hand. You’re just an ordinary disciple who came to the Dragon Frost Swamp to find Dragon Breath Spirits. You think the Sea View Sect would care?"

Song Jiulai said nothing.

’She did have a mark on her hand.’

’There were so many disciples with the mark in the Dragon Frost Swamp, and having one could prevent a lot of trouble.’

’How would the Sea View Sect know what any of the arriving cultivators looked like before meeting them?’

’Besides, the mark made it easy for people to misinterpret her identity.’

’And Liang Yao, right in front of her, was a perfect example of that misunderstanding.’

Song Jiulai’s face went deathly pale, as if she realized she was doomed and could only clutch at her last straw. "I made a pact with your man! If anything happens to me, he’ll suffer a backlash from the Heavenly Dao!"

Liang Yao sneered. "The pact he made with you has nothing to do with us."

Besides, Hu Fan Yang was just bait they had thrown out. The occasional loss of a little Heart Blood wasn’t worth their concern.

Song Jiulai looked bewildered.

The system hissed, ’Seriously, with acting skills like these, you could definitely go for an Oscar someday.’

"If you know what’s good for you, hand it over yourself. I can leave your corpse intact. Or..." His gaze roamed wantonly over Song Jiulai’s body. "You could become a concubine to the two of us brothers."

Both Song Jiulai and the system hissed at the same time.

The female cultivator Feng Ying, who was watching from the shadows, looked on with a complex expression. After a long moment, she could only let out a soft sigh.

"No!"

But unexpectedly, Song Jiulai’s expression was stubborn, one of defiance until death. "This is mine! I paid for it with Spirit Stones!"

"You’re courting death!" Liang Yao lost his patience. He raised his hand, and a bolt of Palm Thunder as thick as his wrist shot toward Song Jiulai.

’This was the first time she had ever seen another cultivator use the same Palm Thunder technique as her.’

’But when she compared its power...’

’Kid, are you trying to give me a back-scratch?’

What’s more, she didn’t even try to dodge the attack.

The Nine Transformations Dragon Bone she cultivated had already reached the First Transformation Great Perfection, and even the Little Golden Dragon had appeared.

Although she didn’t know what the appearance of the Little Golden Dragon from her Nine Transformations Dragon Bone signified, her physical body had already undergone a massive transformation.

’It was time to test her body’s toughness.’

So, the bolt of Palm Thunder struck Song Jiulai dead-on.

Song Jiulai’s whole body jolted.

There was a faint stinging and numbing sensation, but her body was completely unharmed.

A wisp of lightning even traveled down her body into her Dantian. The curious Little Golden Dragon saw it and swallowed it in a single gulp.

But in Liang Yao’s eyes, after being hit by that Palm Thunder, Song Jiulai’s body went rigid, and she fell straight off her Flying Magical Treasure.

Liang Yao’s eyes filled with contempt. "Insignificant ant."

’A mere Late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, daring to run her mouth in front of him.’

He landed and was about to approach Song Jiulai, but then he saw her just standing there, blinking her eyes as she stared at him.

Liang Yao suddenly felt that something was wrong.

’He had killed other cultivators with Palm Thunder before, and their reactions were completely different.’

’Why did that attack have no effect?’

He was stunned for a moment, and in the next instant, he hurled another bolt of Palm Thunder at Song Jiulai.

Song Jiulai still didn’t dodge.

A heavy sense of unease suddenly welled up in Liang Yao’s heart. He watched as Song Jiulai took every single attack head-on, but the seemingly terrifying power of the lightning didn’t affect her appearance in the slightest.

Her clothes weren’t even singed.

After Liang Yao had struck her five or six times in a row, he stopped his assault. As he stared at her in disbelief, Song Jiulai just blinked her eyes and asked, "Why’d you stop?"

’Now she understood why some video game characters were nicknamed "Master Scrapers."’

’Aren’t these attacks just like a scraping massage?’

’The stinging and numbing sensation had less force than an actual massage.’

"You..."

Liang Yao’s face turned pale. He suddenly realized something, his voice tinged with shock and anger. "You’re not in the Late-stage of Qi Refining! You have a Magic Treasure on you!"

’It must be a life-saving Magic Treasure! That’s how she blocked all my attacks.’

At that moment, however, Song Jiulai suddenly felt the Little Golden Dragon inside her Dantian raise its head.

It seemed the wisps of lightning it had just swallowed were giving it a bit of indigestion.

A small, round ball of lightning was forming in its mouth.

The next second, the Little Golden Dragon suddenly spewed it out.

A ball of lightning shot directly out of Song Jiulai’s body, hurtling at incredible speed toward the unsuspecting Liang Yao.

He hadn’t seen Song Jiulai make any casting gestures, so the ball of lightning caught him completely off guard.

"BZZZZZZT—"

The ball of lightning struck Liang Yao, and a crackling sound accompanied the violent shudder that ran through his body.

There was also what sounded like something shattering.

The next second, Liang Yao violently spat out a mouthful of blood. A portion of his flesh was charred black as coal. That single orb had shattered his Dantian!

In the Foundation Establishment Stage, a cultivator’s most important asset is their Dantian, the place where they store Spiritual Energy.

With that single blow, Liang Yao had been crippled!

"Oh, holy crap."

"What the fuck."

Neither the human nor the system had expected this to happen.

’The Little Golden Dragon... it can actually reflect attacks?’

’It had obviously absorbed Liang Yao’s attack and fired it right back at him.’

’But the power was obviously far more terrifying.’

’What an insidious move. When a normal person uses Spiritual Energy, there are at least some mantras and casting gestures, and the Spiritual Energy has to gather.’

’But this had no casting signs or gestures. Liang Yao couldn’t even react in time. It’s the perfect way to catch someone off guard.’

Song Jiulai was surprised. She knew her body was tough, but she never expected the Little Golden Dragon to have a move like that. It seemed that those five colorful stones from the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect had fed a truly terrifying existence.

And she didn’t even have just one such dragon.

With his Dantian shattered, Liang Yao lost all combat strength and collapsed to the ground. Puffs of black smoke issued from his mouth, and his breathing was shallow; he was on the verge of death.

He would never have dreamed that he would be instantly killed by Song Jiulai, let alone how it happened.

Feng Ying, who was hiding in a corner, felt her pupils contract. ’Liang Yao, a Late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, was killed instantly?’

She hadn’t expected to witness such a thing. Realizing the situation was bad, she immediately decided to escape.

But a suppressive force washed over her, and she heard Song Jiulai’s playful laugh.

"Fellow Cultivator, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

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