If Heaven Has Spirits (3)

Author: Suiyu
Published on June 19, 2015 on the forum
. First published on: Tianxiang Huawen

3.

The three men present could hardly believe their eyes.
Wu Ying, the Martial Arts Envoy who had fought countless battles and rendered outstanding service to the court, had been defeated and killed in just two rounds against his opponent
.

All three were pondering the same question: How many rounds could they last against this strange
young man ?

Seeing the young man rub his forehead and sway, all three instinctively became alert and
prepared to fight.

But the opponent showed no intention of attacking, only swaying unsteadily. Their frightened
movements were noticed by each other, and as renowned masters, they felt utterly humiliated.

They were all masters in their respective fields, unparalleled in their time, yet now they were
so fearful of a mysterious young man. It was truly shameful.

Wu Zhi, present at the scene, was unaware of the attention he was receiving. He felt like he was trapped
in the most bizarre dream of his life.

He dreamt he rose from purple flames, rushed into the main hall in a few steps, and defeated the
seemingly invincible bald general in just a few moves.

He effortlessly passed through the general's storm of axe blows, especially the final
sword strike with a leap and somersault—a move he had never seen in martial arts films, the coolest move he had ever witnessed.

He even admired himself for being able to execute such a cool and creative move.

But the blood spurting from his head was too realistic. And why was his head throbbing more and more?

Wu Zhi clutched his head, rubbed it vigorously, concentrated, and looked around. Logically, if his head was
this bad, he should have woken up from the dream, so why couldn't he wake up today?

He often dreamt of flying and disappearing into the air, killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace for a thousand miles,
indulging in the fantasy of being a great hero. But each time, he would quickly wake up from this beautiful dream, and even a long nap would
prevent him from dreaming again.

Wu Zhi, scratching his head and looking around blankly in the square, gave Tie Rusong, the swordsman, a glimmer of
hope.

Having witnessed Wu Zhi's bizarre skill in killing Wu Ying in two moves, Tie Rusong had given up hope of even surviving
, let alone winning. But Wu Zhi's strange reaction gave him immense hope.

This strangely behaving, exceptionally skilled young man must be
the expert that the old scoundrel Yu Fa had painstakingly summoned, even sacrificing the lives of the six elders of the Demon Sect.

Although it was uncertain whether he was even human, perhaps a demon or something, his skills were indeed extraordinary,
instantly killing the ruffian Wu Ying.

However, this monster seemed somewhat distracted, not only failing to defend himself against the remaining enemies on his side but
also casually observing them.

This was a divine intervention, not to be missed!

Tie Rusong raised his left arm, a brilliant light flashing from his sleeve.

Suddenly, the white jade floor tiles behind Wu Zhi cracked, and a large gush of sand erupted from them.

The raging sand column, shattering bricks and stones along its path, surged towards Wu Zhi's back like
the dorsal fin .

At the same time, Tie Rusong charged towards Wu Zhi with his sword drawn.

Wu Zhi saw the old man in the Taoist robe approaching him with his sword, wanting to retaliate, but his mind went
completely blank; he couldn't do anything.

He looked at the long sword in his hand; he couldn't recall a single move from the miraculous techniques he had just used.

He only remembered how he had dodged the bald man's axe with a few dodges, and then
killed him with a somersault.

Now, facing the old man with the sword, he had no idea how to deal with him.

Just as he was feeling somewhat dazed, a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Little Zhi, relax your whole body, leave it to me." A vigorous, slightly aged voice
rang .

Tie Rusong activated the Five Virtues Renewal Technique, and the five-colored spiritual light on the Yin-Yang Sword in his hand
lit up continuous cycle, the sword light surging.

Behind Wu Zhi, the gushing sand fountain had reached him, spewing a sand column more than ten feet high, and the terrifying
thing beneath the ground seemed about to burst forth. Even the woman and the old sorcerer watching from the sidelines could feel
the immense .

As the deputy envoy of the Chengtian Bureau, Tie Rusong was indeed worthy of his reputation, but given Wu Ying's crushing defeat just now,
the two dared not be careless. They each prepared to provide assistance.

However, this time the young man's performance was even more astonishing. He first glared behind him, and
the ferocious beast that had just spewed out a large amount of sand and was about to emerge vanished without a trace in that single glance.

He then stepped back, turned, and thrust his longsword diagonally upwards, the blade striking the
oncoming Yin-Yang sword with a sharp clang. A flash of five-colored light appeared on the sword, and half of the Yin-Yang sword, devoid of its gleam,
flew into the air.

Although Tie Rusong knew his opponent possessed unpredictable abilities, he hadn't expected the young man to
break his spirit beast and swordsmanship with a mere glance and a single strike.

Fortunately, he was prepared, knowing his opponent's unpredictability, and the instant his sword was broken
, he began to retreat.

The woman watching also activated her magic; her left hand formed a hand seal, and her right hand flicked her jade flute in the air. Along
Tie Rusong's retreating path, ancient, vigorous pine trees rose from the ground, obscuring his figure.

The young man merely pointed his ancient longsword forward, without any piercing energy or surging
spiritual power. Even through the barrier of pine trees, Tie Rusong felt the longsword coming straight at him.

Cai Wenyan's Pine Rock Technique was indeed incomparably hard, yet it could not hinder the invisible sword intent in the slightest.

Like iron flashing, spreading, leaping, and shifting, no matter how he tried to dodge, he could not escape such a precise
sword strike . This was his Achilles' heel as a top-tier swordsman, and also his pride.

Swordsmen spend their days sparring countless times, striving to memorize the variations and responses of sword techniques,
training the hand, eye, and body movements of swordsmanship into their minds, muscles, and bones. This allows them to strike first, with the sword preceding their intention, enabling them to react with the fastest speed to their opponent's
moves .

However, this became their greatest weakness, just as a good driver
instinctively move,
reacts instinctively.

The more skilled the opponent, the more pronounced the interaction between their techniques.

The young man before him merely pointed his longsword, yet the sharp sword intent filled the honed nerves of Lord
Tie .

In the mind of this Deputy Envoy of the Imperial Observatory, countless ways to counter the incoming sword flashed through his mind,
but none could evade this simple yet profound move.

Unable to dodge, unable to avoid, and unable to break free, Tie Rusong felt a longsword pierce his body, plunging into his
chest. Instantly, flesh was torn open, bones severed, and the cold blade burned through his body, aiming straight for
his heart.

Just as Lord Tie was about to die, the young man wielding the sword flicked his wrist, and the sharp sword intent vanished.

Tie Daren collapsed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained most of his clothes.

When he regained his senses, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had been severed by a sharp blade. His hands trembled as he pulled back his clothes
to find his skin unharmed. Relieved, he endured the pain, rose, and used his
lightness skill to get as far away as possible from this utterly unbelievable monster.

He wasn't unfamiliar with such a level of swordsmanship, but with his cultivation, the opponent's movements
couldn't possibly be so realistic and indistinguishable. Simply put, if their swordsmanship weren't so vastly different, neither could
injure the other so easily.

Wu Zhi remained motionless, not because he didn't want to move, but because something had frozen him in place. It was
this very situation that allowed Tie Rusong to escape.

When his body tried to move again, Wu Zhi found that it was still out of his control.

Although he knew it was the owner of that familiar yet unfamiliar voice who had controlled him, the feeling of turning his head to
speak while his throat was out of his control was unsettling and terrifying, a sensation beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Wu Zhi turned to look at the white-robed old man standing at the farthest point, whose hands were clasped together in a strange
gesture. Wu Zhi heard an aged, hoarse voice emanating from his own throat, "The Myriad Spirits Universe Lock?"

Wu Zhi felt a twist of his body, and the pressure instantly lessened considerably, making him feel much lighter. A warm current flowed through
his body, bringing an indescribable comfort and pleasure.

Before he could even feel happy, a clear, melodious flute tune drifted over, accompanied by a subtle fragrance. Pale pink
plum floated in with the woman's flute music, their pink petals dancing gracefully, creating a dreamlike scene.

Wu Zhi snorted coldly, his body shifting, but he only moved half a step.

"Oh?" The calm and collected supernatural power hidden within Wu Zhi finally revealed a hint of surprise.

"Immobilize, seal qi, control spirit. If you can master the second level of the Qiankun Lock—sealing qi—Old Shi could melt a whole box
of popsicles and go buy some pig's head meat with a smile."

After saying something that left everyone half-understanding, Wu Zhi heard "him"
speaking to him in his mind again. This voice was much more natural than "him" speaking through his own throat. "Little Zhi, bear with it, it might
hurt a little."

"Ah?" Before Wu Zhi could understand what was happening, a sudden, intense pain shot through his head. This pain was unlike anything Wu Zhi
had ever experienced before; it felt like a sharp sword slashing into his brain, or like a small dwarf being slowly pushed
in and then slowly pulled out.

His body was still being controlled by someone else. Wu Zhi couldn't shout, couldn't scream, couldn't twist
or roll, couldn't even pound something to relieve the pain. He was like a prisoner trapped in this body, forced to
endure whatever torture came his way.

Wu Zhi endured the greatest pain of his life, while the other two people present stared intently at him
. The ancient longsword in his hand gleamed with a distant, cold light, and a bluish-green mist gradually
spread from its blade.

The dense clouds in the sky seemed to sense something as well; the slightly darkened clouds churned violently,
and bolts of lightning from the depths of the clouds continuously cleaved open, the blue flashes drawing ever closer to the peak.

Wu Zhi glanced at the sky, his longsword flipping in his hand, dancing in the air, instantly melting the surrounding plum blossoms
into crystalline snowflakes that drifted to the ground.

The beautiful woman with the jade flute watched in stunned silence; her prized spell had been so easily broken.

The white-robed old man's increasingly pale face grew even more ashen. Realizing the woman's spell had been broken, he revealed a resolute
expression, biting his tongue and spitting a mouthful of blood onto the hand seals he was forming.

Starting from his blood-stained hands, his entire body emitted a white light, and everything except his eyes
began to blur and become ethereal.

"Master Mi!" the woman cried out in alarm. "How can you do this?"

"Why not, Wenyan?" Mi Cixiu's eyes shone like stars, his voice relaxed and without a trace of anger,
as if he were chatting and playing chess with an old friend. "We cultivate the Dao, isn't it to explore the mysteries of the universe and save
the people ?"

His voice suddenly rose, revealing supreme majesty, his booming voice shaking the entire square, "So,
senior , you should leave, this is no longer your world!"

As his words fell, the space around Wu Zhi was completely imprisoned. The remaining bricks on the ground were
shattered, the debris being squeezed into the air little by little, crushed and flattened by an invisible giant hand.

Everything around Wu Zhi was still, locked tightly. At this moment, the young man's sense of pain
was even imprisoned, even time seemed to have stopped flowing.

But Mi Cixiu still saw his opponent make a move, the blue mist surrounding his opponent gradually dissipating,
completely unaffected by his Myriad Spirits Universe Lock.

In the mist, Wu Zhi flicked his sword, and the invisible sword energy pierced through the layers of cosmic magic set up by Mi Cixiu,
easily tearing apart the transparent spatial barriers and striking the caster directly.

As if struck by countless giant axes simultaneously, Mi Cixiu's entire body convulsed.

His body was like a pane of glass struck by a heavy blow; from his tightly clenched hands to his white-robed figure, from
his white crown to his cloud-patterned shoes, everything about him cracked, shattered, and cracked again. Each shattered fragment was quickly struck again, shattering once more, until it became indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Fine dust settled.

With a snap, the protective barrier around Wu Zhi vanished like a soap bubble.
He emerged, his eyes bloodshot and his hair and beard standing on end.

*** *** ***

Everything before him was blood red; in his crimson vision, everything was distorted and distorted,
nothing a straight line.

Wu Zhi couldn't even be sure if he was still himself. He struggled to regain control
of his body, his limbs, which had just been pushed aside, trying to stand. The pain in his head remained, even more
intense . He gripped his sword in one hand and pounded his head with the other.

He heard nothing but a series of strange, echoing cries. Something seemed
to flash above his head; he casually swung his sword upwards, and his legs swayed again.

His head spun again; he staggered several times, but thankfully didn't fall. Wu Zhi desperately wished he could
faint , at least to escape this endless pain. After the dizziness, a
wave of pain surged from his neck throughout his body, spreading from his head to his entire being.

The pain filled his limbs and bones, gradually numbing, but the throbbing pain continued
to build up . Wu Zhi felt like a bucket filled with hot water, with no drain in sight, the water
constantly pouring in, nowhere to escape.

This bloating, accompanied by pain, filled his entire body, assaulting his limbs and bones, finally swelling to the surface of
his skin , seemingly seeking an outlet through his pores. Wu Zhi involuntarily knelt down, clutching
his head and face tightly, tearing at them forcefully to alleviate the pain.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance wafted by, causing him to shudder, and the pain seemed to lessen slightly. Looking
up, he saw a timid woman in a green robe—the source of the fragrance—looking at him with fear. Wu Zhi abruptly stood up and
lunged at the woman.

He watched as this strange young man shattered Mi Cixiu's magic with a single sword strike, turning the master himself into
dust. This triggered a strange change in the sky, with thunderclaps filling the heavens. Cai Wenyan vaguely guessed the other party's possible
identity . At this moment, he saw his hair standing on end, his eyes bloodshot, and he casually deflected the heavenly lightning that was about to strike him with a flick of his sword.

This heavenly lightning struck the Dengxiao Palace, which had stood firm despite numerous battles, and the magnificent white jade palace
collapsed with a crash. The rapidly flashing lightning darted between the white jade beams and pillars and the palace foundation,
tearing the hard white jade to shreds like tofu.

The young man threw his long sword to the ground and pounced on her directly. In his eyes, Cai Wenyan could clearly
discern the man's lust and brutality.

Stared at by those bloodshot eyes, the woman felt as if she were trapped by Mi Cixiu's Myriad Spirits Lock,
her true energy and spiritual power firmly imprisoned within her body. Neither magic, martial arts, nor spiritual treasures could protect
her at this moment.

She could only, like an ordinary weak woman, turn around and try to escape
the terrible fate that was about to befall her after the initial shock.

Before she could even take two steps, Cai Wenyan's robe was grabbed by the back and forcefully pulled backward. The beautiful woman struggled desperately
, refusing to turn around and let him have his way. Little did she know that as she struggled, the loose blue
robe could not conceal her beauty; her strong waist and constantly swaying round buttocks were the greatest
temptation for men.

Her swaying buttocks were like a small hand beckoning to males, and Wu Zhi, holding her robe by the back with one hand,
forcefully lifted it up with the other. The beautiful view that was revealed made his lower body swell, tremble, and swell even more fiercely.

Underneath the moon-white silk trousers, two round buttocks were about to burst out. Because of the sweat, the thin
moon- white satin clung tightly to her peach-shaped buttocks, and the warm, damp sweat rose up, filling his nostrils like the
finest aphrodisiac, making men itch with unbearable desire.

The beautiful woman felt a chill on her back and struggled even more desperately, and Wu Zhi was almost thrown off his grasp.

Already extremely agitated, the pain and bloating coursing through his body were unbearable, almost ready to erupt.

The woman's resistance ignited a nameless rage within Wu Zhi. He forcefully dragged the beautiful woman in front of him and
punched her hard in the back of the head, loosening her hair and causing her to see stars.

This wasn't the end. The man's clenched fists rained down on her head, back, and waist. Unable to use her
magic, her inner energy sealed, the beautiful woman could only be knocked to the ground like an ordinary woman, groaning in pain.

The unprecedented pain brought tears to Cai Wenyan's eyes almost uncontrollably. "Ouch, ouch..."

Unable to resist with her inner energy, held by the back of her clothes and unable to roll away, Cai Wenyan felt a buzzing pain in her head
, and her back and waist felt like they were being torn apart. The more she struggled, the harder the man beat her.

Each punch landed with a visceral impact. The woman's body was voluptuous and incredibly resilient; every blow landed soft and
supple, allowing him to experience the woman's exquisite flesh in a unique way. The man breathed heavily, his entire body filled
with an uncontrollable, savage pleasure.

Unable to bear the pain any longer, Cai Wenyan could only obediently lie on the ground, arching her back,
submitting to the man's violence like a female beast.

Unaware that her slender waist and trembling buttocks were being observed by the man without a trace

, her alluring beauty and humility subsiding his anger
slightly , while his throbbing became even more unbearable.

He ripped off the woman's moonlit underpants, like parting a thin mist to reveal a pair of magnificent
moons. The woman's buttocks were round and smooth, like a peeled boiled egg; when squeezed, the skin was smooth and delicate, the
flesh supple and smooth to the touch.

Squeezing the woman's buttocks hard, Wu Zhi wasn't satisfied with just that. He gripped
her while unbuttoning his jeans with the other, revealing his already throbbing, unbearable penis.

This impatient member sprang out of his pants, its hard, thick shaft bulging with veins
like thick earthworms wrapped around an iron rod.

Wu Zhi was startled by his own beast-like erection, but he had no time to think. With a forceful thrust,
his excessively thick penis plunged deep between the woman's buttocks, causing him to groan in pain. The inhumanly thick shaft hadn't even
gone in, springing out between her tight legs. Luckily, he was well-endowed; otherwise, breaking his penis
would have been a huge joke.

The sudden pain brought Wu Zhi back to his senses. He spread the beautiful woman's buttocks with both hands, revealing her tender labia,
like an alluring little butterfly nestled between her legs. The opening was so delicate it was almost unrecognizable, like
a thread embedded between the butterfly's wings—it didn't resemble a mature woman's genitals at all, but rather the cunt of a cute
young girl .

Wu Zhi had no time to admire this beautiful sight. His glans, as large as a ping-pong ball, pressed against the thread-like opening, and with a thrust of his
hips plunged in.

"Ah!" the beautiful woman cried out in pain, blood gushing from her white, moist buttocks, staining her tender red labia and
instantly staining his massive, iron-black rod.

The empty square was filled with an aura of death and destruction; two completely opposing forces had just engaged in a life-or-death battle

here . 　　Amidst the corpses and ruins scattered everywhere, the only surviving woman in a green robe lay sprawled on the ground, her clothes disheveled, her back arched, as a young man brutally entered her from behind. His thick, black penis, like a rolling pin, thrust repeatedly into her snow-white buttocks, splattering crimson blossoms of blood. 　　Each drop of blood bloomed on her pale flesh, a poignant and lewd sight. She frowned, sobbing softly, trying to appear strong, but the pain of losing her virginity and the sorrow of losing her womanhood overwhelmed her . 　　"Ugh, ah..." The woman tried to twist her body in pain, but the man gripped her neck and pressed her forcefully to the ground. Her green robe rubbed against the white jade fragments, and mournful cries escaped her throat. 　　Ignoring everything else, the man slapped her round buttocks with one hand and pressed down on her slender waist with the other, squatting behind the beautiful woman in a horse stance, thrusting his hips powerfully into her. 　　The woman's round, snowy buttocks were penetrated from behind by his penis, her untouched honeypot stretched into a blood-red hole, the tender flesh of the opening tightly gripping his penis, each withdrawal bringing forth a trickle of fresh blood. 　　The pain of her first intercourse, coupled with her agonizing emotions, caused her vagina to convulse constantly, gripping Wu Zhi tightly and painfully . Wu Zhi, experiencing both pain and pleasure, howled excitedly, his thick penis relentlessly thrusting in and out of the woman's tight, beautiful vagina. 　　As the man continued to thrust, Cai Wenyan lay prone on the white jade-like gravel ground, her hair disheveled, her face and head covered in dust and dirt, even her blue Taoist robe was stained with mud. 　　Although she was a practitioner of martial arts and Taoism, she could not endure such inhuman rape, especially with the violent beating and the deflowering of her virginity. Blood gushed from her buttocks, and her beautiful, dignified face was streaked with tears as she cried out . 　　Her newly deflowered, untouched honeyed orifice was completely stretched open by the large penis. With each thrust, the penis brought out tender, bloody flesh, and her rosy labia were also stretched wide, hanging on either side of the penis, trembling incessantly. 　　After an unknown amount of time, the enormous penis, deeply buried inside her and relentlessly tearing at her flesh, suddenly throbbed violently a few times. With the man's fierce thrusting, a gush of hot fluid shot into her body. She felt a and then fainted. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　*** *** *** 　　Wu Zhi sat on the ground, his eyes occasionally drifting to the beautiful woman lying beside him. Although he didn't fully understand what had just happened, he was fully aware of the process, even having actually participated in it. 　　As a man, and as a man who hadn't been promiscuous in his first twenty-five years of life... Wu Zhi, of course, had his own obsession with virginity. Looking at the woman whose virginity he had so brutally taken, and such a beautiful woman at that, a wave of pity and guilt washed over him. 　　Her tightly closed eyes had small, fan-like eyelashes fluttering slightly. Her high nose and face were covered in dust, which only made her skin appear more translucent. If there had been water, Wu Zhi would have loved to wipe it clean for her. 　　Because she was wrapped in a blue Taoist robe, he couldn't examine her closely, but when he lifted the torn back of her robe, only a few red marks were visible on her smooth back; there wasn't even a bruise. 　　Just as Wu Zhi hesitated about whether to conduct a further examination, that voice suddenly rang in his mind again, "Little Zhi, do you want to examine me properly, or do you want to see clearly?" 　　"If you want to see clearly, then look properly. Anyway, this girl is yours." 　　"You, who are you? Where are you?" Wu Zhi subconsciously looked around, his voice filled with shame and anger. 　　"I'm right here in your head. As for who I am, you brat, you peed in my pants when you were little, don't you remember ?" 　　"You're in my head?" Wu Zhi was startled. Suddenly, his vision blurred, and everything around him turned pitch black, so dark he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. 　　The sudden change startled Wu Zhi, but he quickly recovered. The surrounding scenery had become familiar: a small one-bedroom apartment, haphazardly piled herbs and books, old wooden furniture, even the musty smell in the air was so familiar. 　　Yes, this was Grandpa Gui's house, that cramped and messy little clinic. 　　Grandpa Gui was sitting on the low wooden bench, leaning on the wooden cane he always carried. 　　"Grandpa Gui, what's going on? And... where's that woman?" Wu Zhi asked, . 　　The old man sat upright on the bench, giving Wu Zhi a completely different feeling from his usual crazy self, exuding an aura that inspired fear. 　　A slight smile played on his lips. "It'll be alright. She's practiced magic and martial arts for decades. Although I sealed her true energy, your little stunts won't hurt her." 　　"Grandpa Gui, where are we now? Are we in a dream? Why…?" 　　The old man gestured to stop Wu Zhi's eager questioning. "Little Zhi, let me explain." 　　"First," the old man leaned on his cane, raising his head slightly, "my surname isn't Gui; that's just an alias. My Daoist name is Gui Yezi, Gui is just a homonym. Little Zhi, remember that." 　　Wu Zhi nodded hastily, listening to the old man continue, "We're no longer on Earth, or rather, in your world. You're now in a state of 'returning to the origin,' and everything you see is a creation I've made for you. It's convenient for us to communicate here." 　　"Grandpa Gui, if we're not on Earth, where are we? And who are those people fighting and killing?" 　　"We're in my world, and I'm not entirely sure who they are," the old man explained succinctly.

"If you still don't understand, Xiao Zhi, we've been transported here, just like in those Earth TV dramas."

Transported? Hearing this incredibly familiar term, Wu Zhi's mind went blank. This kind of
thing, which only happened in TV shows and novels, had actually happened to him. Wu Zhi slumped into his chair,
completely unable to accept it.

Then, he vaguely listened to the old man recount their journey. After lightning struck Grandpa Gui's room
, the two of them were taken into a spatial rift, and then they were here.

He was just transported here by lightning?! Wu Zhi's face was filled with utter disbelief.

The old man waved his hand at the completely stunned Wu Zhi and said, "This isn't ordinary lightning. Someone is
using magic to cross the universe and summon someone or something they want."

"If I'm not mistaken, it's that black-robed doll we just saw. He used a secret technique to summon
us ."

"Summon us?" Wu Zhi roared, "Why would he summon a nobody like me from Dongdu?!"

"Of course he didn't summon you," the old man said proudly. "I, Gui Yezi, am a Great Luo Golden Immortal.
If 's desperate and needs to annihilate his enemies, I'm naturally the best choice."

"As for you, Xiao Zhi," the old man said apologetically, "you were accidentally brought along."

"Incidentally brought along?" Wu Zhi stared intently at the old man, gritting his teeth as he uttered each word.

Under Wu Zhi's gaze, the old man said helplessly, "Young Zhi, since you're here, make the best
of it. Stay here for now. I possess the divine power of a Great Immortal, and my magical abilities are immense. I will naturally find a way to send you back."

"Great Immortal? Grandpa Gui, don't joke around. Aren't you just an old... old Chinese medicine doctor?" Wu Zhi originally
wanted to call him a crazy old man, but seeing the old man's face darken, he swallowed his words.

"What's there to joke about?" the old man said nonchalantly. "I have cultivated for sixty years, ascended to immortality, and reached
the realm of a god. Didn't you see those kids just now, so easily defeated by me, like clay sculptures?" The old man's

moves just now were indeed quite impressive. Although Wu Zhi didn't understand them, he felt that the old man was quite skilled. However
… “Grandpa Gui, how did you end up on Earth after ascending to immortality, and even become a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner?”

“Well,” Gui Yezi’s face flushed slightly, his expression somewhat unnatural, and he said, “This is my first time ascending to immortality.
I thought I could join the ranks of immortals and roam freely throughout the world, but I never expected to end up in your place.”

“I’ve thought about this for decades, and I finally understand. Becoming an immortal is just a nice-sounding term. As long as your
power reaches a point where this world can no longer bear it, the Heavenly Dao, or what you call the laws of nature, will throw
you out of this world.”

“And we were thrown onto your Earth.” The old man said through gritted teeth.

The old man’s words were a story of bitter tears and utter absurdity. These great gods were invincible in their own worlds
, killing anyone who stood in their way, and then ascended to immortality, thinking they had achieved perfect merit.

But suddenly they were thrown onto Earth, where the cultivation environment was terrible. Not only was the spiritual energy here almost nonexistent
, but even the laws of the world were completely different. These ‘immortals’ who had cultivated to the point of golden bodies suddenly found that not only could they
not continue cultivating, but their own spiritual power was also constantly leaking out.

Using even a small spell would cause their spiritual power to leak out rapidly, like a punctured balloon.

To preserve as much of their spiritual power as possible and avoid becoming ordinary mortals, they could only guard their true essence, refrain from using
any spells, and try to live like ordinary Earthlings. Even so, their cultivation levels continued to decline.

Hearing this, Wu Zhi thought of a crucial question and asked, "Grandpa Gui, now that we're back,
how come it seems like you and I are in the same body again?"

"It's not just 'seems,' it is." The old man sighed on the bench. "It was fine at first. Although that
summoning method was a bit crude and couldn't protect two people, I could still keep you safe with my own spells
. It's just that we encountered a fool who randomly transmigrated along the way," the old man paused, tapping his cane.

"I could only use my body as a shield, which resulted in damaging my physical body, and that's how I ended up possessing you."

The old man spoke subtly, but Wu Zhi could still feel the old man's genuine care for him. Otherwise, he could have safely returned to this world even if he abandoned
himself , but the old man preferred to damage his physical body rather than let his
life be ruined.

Seeing that his eyes were slightly red and he was about to say words of thanks, the old man waved his hand and said, "No need for nonsense
, just consider it repaying your mother for the meals she has provided over the years."

"Grandpa Gui," although he knew the old man's real name, Wu Zhi still couldn't change his old way of addressing him, "
How can go back?"

"This..." The old man was taken aback by the question.

"Grandpa Gui is so powerful, a god of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, and in your world, he must have a way."

Wu Zhi flattered him profusely.

The old man thought for a long time, then slowly said, "Well, since I've cultivated to become a True Immortal and can ascend to your
Earth, Xiao Zhi, you can also cultivate a Golden Body and ascend to immortality, so naturally you'll return."

"Ah?!" Wu Zhi exclaimed, "Grandpa Gui, can't you use some magic to send me back?
How many years will it take for me to cultivate to become a True Immortal?"

"That's not difficult," the old man said sternly, "As the saying goes, where there's a will, there's a way. With my assistance,
you can succeed in twenty years. I've never taken on any disciples in my life, so from now on you'll be my direct disciple. This is
an opportunity that many people would rather die than have."

Seeing that Wu Zhi still wanted to say something, the old man's tone softened, "Xiao Zhi, if it weren't for this, I
wouldn't have used any magic to send you back. And even if I sent you to the Sea of the Wandering Souls, which is what you call the spatial
passage on Earth, you'd die there in an instant without any cultivation."

"Sigh," Wu Zhi felt there was some truth to the old man's words, but the more he thought about it, the more
discouraged he became. Twenty years! He suddenly felt as if a huge boulder had crashed down on him, making it hard to breathe. He sat
on the ground, hugging his knees, and murmured, "It will take so long. Besides, I don't even know if I can learn it or not."

"Xiao Zhi." The old man suddenly stood up, his sparse white hair suddenly straightening. His figure, which had been
hunched over , straightened his back, becoming tall and imposing, seemingly reaching the heavens and standing on the edge of the abyss.

The surrounding scenery transformed into the summit of Huilong Peak, and the old man's cane transformed into the ancient one from before.
The longsword gleamed with a light as distant and ethereal as the Milky Way. An old man stood proudly, sword in hand, the howling mountain wind whipping
his white hair, which gradually turned black and grew longer.

Standing before Wu Zhi, the old man proclaimed, "Young Zhi, the methods of cultivation vary greatly. I haile from the Xuan Tian
Sword Sect
. Our sect's methods cultivate inner true essence and draw in spiritual energy externally, using the sword as a medium to cultivate oneself into an immortal. Now, I will lay the foundation for you. From this day forward, you are my direct disciple, Gui Yezi."

With that, a brilliant light erupted from the old man's body. The tip of his sword touched Wu Zhi's dantian, and Wu Zhi felt a deafening boom.
All the illusory scenery around him vanished, and his vision went completely black, as if in a dream. After an unknown amount of time, the old man's long, melodious chant echoed in
his mind . "The sword is the body, unyielding through a hundred bends. Heaven's edge and earth's blade, the body is the sheath. True energy
flows , sharp and razor-sharp. Once the Dao is perfected, one stands tall and reaches the heavens."

Having uttered the last word, Wu Zhi abruptly opened his eyes, waking from his dream. He was drenched in sweat, his body
flushed, indescribably exhausted. Every muscle felt as if it had been pounded by a sledgehammer, aching and numb with unbearable pain; yet, moving
his body brought an indescribable exhilaration, all his muscles feeling reborn, brimming with strength.

A tingling, numb sensation coursed through his body, as if numerous tubes had been inserted, the tingling sensations
converging in a warm, small mass in his lower abdomen.

*** *** ***

He glanced around. The sky above Huilong Peak was still thick with dark clouds; the lightning and thunder from before
had vanished. The place to his left, where the main hall had once been, was now a pile of white ruins.

"Who are you?" Wu Zhi was startled to find a black figure kneeling beside him.

Upon hearing Wu Zhi's voice, the woman quickly raised her head slightly and replied, "We are overjoyed at the return of the True Immortal.

This old woman, Ah Chou, a servant of the Demonic Cloud Sect, greets the True Immortal."

Indeed, she was ugly. Wu Zhi glanced at her, confirming her name, Ah Chou. This old woman in black was
of indeterminate age; her face was covered in dry, yellowish-brown skin, layered upon layered.
Peering out from between the layers of skin were a pair of dull, squinty eyes, and her nose was twisted, as if half of it had been smashed. Seeing this,
Wu Zhi could no longer bear to look.

He turned his head; the beautiful woman he had just brutally raped was still lying on her side on the ground. Her upper robe was relatively
intact , but her inner silk trousers were torn and disheveled, revealing her round, moon-like buttocks.
Several streaks of bright red blood clung to her snow-white skin between her legs, the vibrant color jarring.

"This lowly maid is the Director of Studies at the Imperial Academy of Dacheng, who has harmed countless disciples of my sect. It is
her good fortune to be able to serve you, Master." The old woman said ingratiatingly, bowing beside him.

"Hmm." Wu Zhi responded casually, his eyes darting around thoughtfully.

Seeing the reluctance in his eyes, the old woman quickly said, "If you want her to serve you for a while longer, then keep her by your side
." "

Oh," Wu Zhi blushed slightly, his thoughts exposed, and replied in as light a voice as possible, "What if she doesn't
obey? It seems she has some skills."

"As long as you issue a decree, I will immediately sever her tendons and cripple her martial arts, so that she
will serve you wholeheartedly from now on."

"No, no," Wu Zhi waved his hands repeatedly, "That's too much, is there any other way?"

"Little Zhi, I didn't expect you to be so devoted." Before the old woman could speak, Gui Yezi's voice rang in Wu Zhi's mind
.

"Grandpa Gui, I," Wu Zhi's face flushed red, "I just... I just want to know if I ever feel
that , there's still an antidote, right?"

"...That's true,"
Gui Yezi finally replied after almost a minute, whether she genuinely thought Wu Zhi's offhand excuse made sense or simply didn't want to expose him. "Then let's keep her here.
Xiao Zhi, you are, after all, my disciple, you should have someone to serve you."

"As for what you're worried about, it's a small matter. I'll teach you a method that will guarantee she'll be completely
obedient to you. It'll also be a good opportunity to guide your true energy circulation and meridian flow."

The old woman kneeling beside him noticed that Wu Zhi suddenly stopped talking, blushing and nodding vigorously.
Then, ignoring her, he got up and stripped Cai Wenyan's clothes naked. A wisp of
spiritual light dipped it in Cai Wenyan's deflowering blood, drawing a pattern on the woman's back.

No matter what kind of talismans or incantations were drawn, the old woman couldn't understand them at all. Just as she was about to step forward for
a closer look, a glint of light flashed in the man's eyes, and he glanced at her meaningfully. The old woman immediately felt as if she
had been seen through and warned. She lay prostrate on the ground, no longer daring to move.

Wu Zhi didn't pay any special attention to the ugly old woman; he was completely focused on his
hands. Following the old man's instructions, he first found the warm little mass in his abdomen and used his will to make it rotate and
flow . Instantly, a surge of energy flowed along the tingling lines in his body, all the way to his fingertips.

Then, he continued to use his will to make the little mass rotate faster and faster, and the tingling sensation in his body became stronger and stronger,
making his slightly swollen fingertips even brighter. Following the old man's instructions, he dipped his fingers in the blood between the beautiful woman's legs and
began to draw some kind of pattern all over her body. He

peeled off the beautiful woman's clothes and used her virgin blood to draw on her fair skin. At first, he couldn't help but feel a surge
of lust , and his groin became erect again. As he focused on circulating his inner energy and carefully drawing the diagram,
the lustful thoughts in his mind gradually subsided.

Wu Zhi's vision became as if he were wearing some kind of instrument, allowing him to see faint blue glowing lines on the beautiful woman's body.

His task was to add red lines alongside these blue lines. His bloodied
fingertips , and the red lines extended continuously within the woman's body, sometimes intertwining, sometimes severing, sometimes entangled with the
blue lines.

Finally, the old man instructed him to apply the last stroke, mixed with his own blood, to the woman's navel. The thought of drawing
his own blood made Wu Zhi somewhat afraid of the pain. Before he could even cry out, the energy from his fingertips had already broken her skin,
forming a blood clot.

Wu Zhi placed this blood clot on the woman's navel, and a red light illuminated her body. A strange
network of veins appeared on the woman's snow-white skin, the continuous crimson lines enveloping her entire body,
like a white, delicate mermaid draped in a crimson net.

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