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

Feng Ying’s face turned pale, and cold sweat instantly beaded on her forehead.

Goosebumps erupted all over her back. She spun around, and before she could even fully make out Song Jiulai’s figure, a fearful smile subconsciously formed on her lips.

"Senior, you’re overthinking things. This junior was merely passing by."

Senior.

Just listen to that word.

On the surface, Feng Ying was also a Cultivator at Late-stage Foundation Establishment.

But after what she had just witnessed Song Jiulai do, even a fool would realize that Song Jiulai was no mere Late-stage Qi Refining Cultivator.

’The other woman must possess an incredibly powerful Magic Treasure—at least Earth Grade—that’s concealing her true cultivation.’

’It’s so flawlessly done, I can’t see a single thing out of place.’

’No wonder Liang Yao and the others took the bait so easily.’

Realizing she might not be able to save herself, Feng Ying’s voice grew hoarse as she immediately sold out information in exchange for a few more moments of life. "Senior, Liang Yao is no simple character. He’s the nephew of Xuanwu City’s Deputy City Lord."

"Oh?"

Song Jiulai beamed, reaching out and snatching Liang Yao’s Storage Bag.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she sent a Palm Thunder blast to send him off to see the Jade Emperor.

’If the Jade Emperor even exists in this world, that is.’

Liang Yao, already disoriented from the damage to his Dantian, didn’t even manage a grunt. His eyes remained wide open as half his body was instantly charred to a crisp, and he died.

Song Jiulai stored his corpse in the Sect warehouse.

The heaven-defying aspect of the Sect warehouse was precisely this: placing a corpse inside could sever all connections to it.

After all, some corpses could easily hide things like Life Tokens that connected them to others.

Storing it in the Sect warehouse would completely sever those connections, making it impossible for Liang Yao’s backers to track down Song Jiulai.

When the time was right, she could destroy the body, completely eliminating all traces.

Feng Ying’s pupils constricted as she witnessed this, her terror intensifying.

’Even after I said that, Song Jiulai didn’t spare Liang Yao’s life.’

’I know keeping him alive would be trouble, but with the Deputy City Lord of Xuanwu City backing him, anyone would have to think twice.’

’This female cultivator... she’s too decisive.’

And after doing all this, Song Jiulai grabbed Feng Ying by the collar and departed.

Feng Ying didn’t dare to resist in the slightest.

A Cultivator who could instantly kill Liang Yao—who might have even had a Protective Dharma Treasure—had just killed him like that.

She didn’t even dare to entertain the thought of resisting.

The moment they left, at the exact instant Liang Yao died, his twin brother Liang Yang, who was still at the marketplace, immediately sensed his brother’s aura vanish.

He choked, a strangled gasp escaping his lips.

He and Liang Yao shared a twin’s bond; if one was in trouble, the other would quickly sense it.

But Liang Yao had died too quickly!

Liang Yang spat out a mouthful of murky blood.

"Who? Who was it?!" Liang Yang roared in fury. His state gave the surrounding Cultivators a huge fright.

His eyes burning with rage, Liang Yang immediately shot off, speeding in the direction Liang Yao had gone.

The Cultivators in the marketplace who saw this began to mutter amongst themselves.

’We just saw Liang Yao leave. For Liang Yang to be like this, could something have happened to his brother?’

’But Liang Yao has the Deputy City Lord of Xuanwu City behind him. Who would have the guts to move against him directly?’

’Unless Liang Yao picked a fight with someone he shouldn’t have this time.’

One of the Cultivators, however, immediately grew uneasy.

’Feng Ying chased after them just now...’

***

"Senior, if there’s anything you wish to know, this junior will tell you everything without reservation."

Song Jiulai had taken Feng Ying to a place far from Xuanwu City.

She could see how cautious the female cultivator before her was, and she had no time to worry about the potential trouble she could be in for having been present at Liang Yao’s death.

The most urgent matter at hand was saving her own life.

’But this female cultivator brought me all the way out here. She probably doesn’t intend to kill me.’

’Otherwise, she would have just disposed of me along with him earlier.’

Even as Feng Ying thought this, her heart was still pounding with anxiety.

Then she heard the female cultivator speak softly, "Why were you following me?"

Feng Ying’s lips trembled.

For a long moment, she didn’t dare to speak.

Song Jiulai continued coldly, "You have three breaths. Tell me the truth, or I’ll kill you."

"Three!"

"It seems you—"

"I’ll talk! I’ll talk!"

Feng Ying was frantic. She couldn’t believe how impatient Song Jiulai was; on top of that, she had no sense of honor.

’Who starts counting from three?!’

Panicked, she forced herself to explain her purpose. "Liang Yao and his people are not good men. This isn’t the first time they’ve done something like this. And I’ve seen more than just you, Senior, as a victim. It’s just that they... they were all killed by Liang Yao. I... sometimes I’d stumble upon it, and I would think about collecting their bodies for them..."

This only made Song Jiulai more suspicious.

’In the Cultivation World, who is truly that naive and innocent?’

Seeing the look in Song Jiulai’s eyes, Feng Ying knew she wasn’t believed and immediately pleaded, "I know you don’t believe me, Senior, but that really is part of my motive. Sometimes I think that by collecting bodies, I might find some unexpected gains. But I truly mean no harm! I even saved a Cultivator once, someone who miraculously survived after being attacked by Liang Yao. I would never dare deceive you, Senior! I can swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao."

She wasn’t purely good, but she wasn’t purely evil either.

She did hope to gain some benefits on occasion, but she had also genuinely saved people who had been trapped by Liang Yao.

If Liang Yao hadn’t just died, she would never have dared to say any of this.

Hearing her offer to swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao, Song Jiulai raised a slight eyebrow.

’Whether it’s true or not isn’t really important. But her actions and her story will indeed influence my next move.’

’This female cultivator did hide in the shadows, but she never made a move against me. I don’t need to silence everyone I don’t have a grudge against.’

’But I still need to take precautions.’

Just as Feng Ying was about to swear her oath, Song Jiulai’s hand flickered, and she suddenly produced a thin sheet of paper that shimmered with a faint light. "No need for an oath. Just press a bloody fingerprint on this. If you lie to me, you will suffer the backlash yourself."

She wasn’t using the methods of the Heavenly Dao.

But a template from the system.

’This thing is so useful. As long as a Cultivator’s cultivation is lower than mine, even the Heavenly Dao can fail, but the system is absolutely foolproof.’

How could Feng Ying dare to refuse? She hastily did as Song Jiulai instructed.

Although she had never done something like this before, the moment her bloody fingerprint touched the paper, Feng Ying felt a tremor in her heart.

Now she wouldn’t dare to have any rebellious thoughts.

But it wasn’t over yet.

Just as Song Jiulai was about to wrap things up, she suddenly heard Lai Cai’s tiny little voice: "Feed her... feed her..."

’Feed her?’

Song Jiulai mulled it over for three seconds.

Suddenly, she remembered the drop of black blood that Lai Cai had pulled out—no, that Lai Cai had *condensed*.

Song Jiulai took it out dubiously. It just so happened that Lai Cai had indeed told her to give this thing to someone else back then.

She muttered inwardly, ’You’d better not kill her with this thing.’

’Judging by her appearance, this female cultivator doesn’t seem like the type to be guilty of heinous crimes.’

’And I really don’t know what this black blood bead does. It can’t possibly kill someone instantly, right?’

’Otherwise, Lai Cai wouldn’t have gone to all that trouble to condense it.’

She expressionlessly held the black blood bead out to Feng Ying. "Swallow it."

Feng Ying’s face turned ashen. She never imagined this female cultivator’s caution would reach such terrifying heights!

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