The Young Lady Only Wants to Cultivate Immortality Chapter 110

Lan Fushang quickly tended to Gu Jingyang’s wounds. During the process, Gu Jingyang remained silent, as if she couldn’t feel the pain from these injuries. She tilted her head back, her gaze fixed on Qiongdian Peak above, her brows tightly furrowed, her eyes filled with worry.
Lan Fushang sighed, her own worry no less than Gu Jingyang’s. Seeing Gu Jingyang like this, she tried hard to hide the sadness on her face. “Don’t worry, A’Ling will be alright,” Lan Fushang said softly, patting Gu Jingyang’s shoulder, which was not as firm as usual.
Gu Jiangxue, who had been waiting silently beside them after Lan Fushang finished tending to Gu Jingyang’s injuries, spoke up, “We have to believe in A’Ling, she will be fine.”
Gu Jingyang’s gaze returned at the sound of Gu Jiangxue’s voice. She turned her head to look at Gu Jiangxue beside her, and at Lan Fushang, whose face was full of concern. “Yes, I know, A’Ling will definitely be alright,” Gu Jingyang said, her tone almost as if she were trying to hypnotize herself, her voice unconsciously growing louder.
Seeing that she had finally regained her spirits, Gu Jiangxue and Lan Fushang both let out a collective sigh of relief. Gu Jingyang glanced at them with a hint of guilt, having worried them. She then pushed aside her useless concern for Qiongdian Peak.
What they could do now was to deal with the matter of the Mutated Beasts. Although Lan Fushang had a plan, causing the beasts to attack each other, many of them were still rampaging wildly within Mystic Crane Mountain. They had to resolve these beasts as quickly as possible to minimize the losses for Mystic Crane Mountain.
After resting and recovering some spiritual energy, Gu Jingyang and Lan Fushang descended from Winter Snow Peak to deal with the Mutated Beasts. Gu Jingyang also had to keep an eye on the disciples of the demon clan and Mystic Crane Mountain to prevent further conflict.
Apothecary Yang Xia and Elder Zeng had already secured the perimeter of Mystic Crane Mountain according to Shi Qingqian’s instructions, preventing the rampaging Mutated Beasts from escaping. They had learned of Jin Siliu’s appearance even earlier than Shi Qingqian and the others. The incident was sudden, and they hadn’t anticipated it. The Dragon Manifestation technique was completely unable to withstand Qiongdian Peak’s barrier at the last moment. Of course, they also hadn’t expected Jin Siliu to shield A’Ling and Shi Qingqian with her own flesh and blood at that critical moment. Everything had happened too quickly for them to react.
Apothecary Yang Xia was filled with emotion. Jin Siliu had probably acted on instinct without much thought, sacrificing her life. Looking at the Crimson Butterfly Stone earring that had fallen from the sky and she had retrieved, which presumably belonged to Jin Siliu, Apothecary Yang Xia’s heart ached. She not only mourned Jin Siliu’s death but also felt sorrow for A’Ling. She knew A’Ling’s complex feelings for Jin Siliu and couldn’t imagine how heartbroken she would be to witness her dearest family member die before her eyes, all for her sake. Especially in their current predicament, A’Ling probably wouldn’t even have time to grieve.
Alas, Apothecary Yang Xia sighed heavily. A’Ling was truly not having an easy time. She gazed up at the high Qiongdian Peak and prayed earnestly, hoping that A’Ling would return safely so she could hand over what Jin Siliu had left behind.
Above Qiongdian Peak, A’Ling indeed had no time to grieve. She forcefully wiped away her tears and looked at the person before her with a mocking expression. It was the first time she had seen this person truly appear before her, vastly different from the images she had seen in various circumstances before. His face was still the same, like a gentle breeze and clear moon, with kind eyes, truly a compassionate face that would draw intimacy from any stranger. His deep eyes seemed to carry a hint of pity, even without any emotion. Although his words were filled with mockery, and the sneer on his lips was obvious, anyone unaware of the current situation would still be deceived by his immortal-like appearance, mistaking him for a benevolent and magnanimous exalted being.
The fact that he used such a face to speak such venomous words ignited a fire in A’Ling’s heart. How dare he say that she caused Jin Siliu’s death!
Shi Qingqian had sensed A’Ling’s emotional distress from the beginning. While remaining wary of Dao Rong’s attack, she kept A’Ling in her peripheral vision. She couldn’t relax until A’Ling wiped her tears and stood up from the ground. She was fully aware of A’Ling’s deep affection for Jin Siliu, and with Jin Siliu having died for them, she could only imagine how painful it would be for A’Ling. Shi Qingqian was also shocked that A’Ling could stand up so quickly.
A’Ling suppressed her anger, looking at the person not far away, and her voice was colder than ever before: “You are Dao Rong?”
Dao Rong seemed to find the question amusing and chuckled, “I thought you would know me.”
A’Ling nodded, “Indeed, I just wanted to confirm.”
Dao Rong raised his eyes slightly, “Oh?”
A’Ling summoned Little Wandering, the purple lightning crackling around her palm, “To prevent me from seeking revenge on the wrong person.”
Dao Rong suddenly laughed, finding it interesting. A’Ling grieved for Jin Siliu’s death but was not led astray by Dao Rong’s twisted logic. All of this stemmed from the person before her. If he hadn’t killed Demon Lord Shi Yu and hadn’t intended to kill her child, Jin Siliu wouldn’t have had to flee with her child, nor would she have switched the children midway. If they hadn’t switched children, they wouldn’t have met, and Jin Siliu wouldn’t have died for her. Everything was caused by this scoundrel! She wanted to kill him and avenge Jin Siliu!
A flash of purple-gold light streaked across the air. A’Ling tightened her grip on Little Wandering and directly lashed out at that repulsive, fake face. Dao Rong’s expression remained unchanged. With a slight dodge, he evaded the attack. As A’Ling attacked, Shi Qingqian unleashed her demonic energy.
After dodging A’Ling, Dao Rong found himself wrapped in a dark mist, which was ignited with a dark crimson flame, similar to the strange dark fire that had burned Qi Yu at Immortal Rainbow Platform back then. He looked down at the burning fire. By the time Shi Qingqian reached him, he retreated to avoid her attack and taunted coldly, “Are you trying to patricide?”
Before Shi Qingqian could reply, A’Ling lashed out at Dao Rong again. “Pah, what kind of father are you? I’ve seen thick-skinned people, but never one with such rotten skin!” “What, you think putting on a fake skin will make people not see your dirty, rotten, and stinking inside?” “If you want to be a father so badly, I’ll point you to a place, the Corrupted Corpse Forest in the Demon Realm. Go ask the maggots there if they’d be happy to have you as their dad!”
A’Ling cursed and attacked simultaneously. Whether it was because A’Ling’s attack was fiercer this time, or because Dao Rong was shocked by A’Ling’s fiery insults, his dodging movements were a bit sluggish. It seemed he was quite provoked. Shi Qingqian’s previously stifled mood, after Dao Rong spoke, was miraculously healed by A’Ling’s continuous, sharp words. Indeed, what kind of father was he? Dark mist gradually gathered in Shi Qingqian’s palm as she waited for her opportunity.
Watching A’Ling whip out her attacks with a barrage of insults, Shi Qingqian suddenly curved her lips. Seeing Dao Rong’s strained expression, she felt even more pleased. She recalled the scene she had seen in the illusion and Dao Rong’s final words to the “her” in the illusion.
“I originally intended to use you to control that woman, making her devoted to me. I never expected that woman would disregard even you and try to kill me for her so-called righteousness and the lives of the common people. Look, you can’t blame me for being heartless; that woman doesn’t care about you either.” “Moreover, I had shown great mercy by letting you go. You didn’t cherish it and dared to come to Mystic Crane Mountain, truly foolish. But thanks to your foolishness, I discovered that your face bears a striking resemblance to my former good disciple.” “Demon Lord Shi Yu, no wonder she always told me that becoming a god wasn’t that great. Turns out she is a god herself. How novel, becoming a god herself and then telling others that becoming a god isn’t great, does she believe that herself?”
Dao Rong became more agitated as he spoke, his face becoming terrifyingly distorted, “Since I cannot become a god, I will see the world perish along with it. ‘Demons, monsters, ghosts, and spirits destroy heaven and earth.’ Let me see if the ancient divine power is truly that powerful!”
As the piercing, chilling words fell, Dao Rong instantly appeared before Shi Qingqian. Under her mournful and astonished gaze, he pierced her chest with one hand, grasping a handful of flesh and blood, mixed with the demon core and ghost soul from his palm, and the tears of Shi Qingqian he had just obtained.
“Why no reaction?!” Dao Rong waited for a long time, but the things in his hand showed no change. He was as if his last lingering thought had been declared a delusion, lost in thought with boundless malevolence, “Why, why isn’t it working? Where is the divine power? Where is my ancient divine power?!”
Divine power? Shi Qingqian clutched her pierced chest, feeling her life slowly fading. Only now did she realize how insane the person before her was, driven to such madness by a vague legend. He had also killed A’Ling! Shi Qingqian, with her last breath, looked at the person in a frenzy, at the items in his hand, and a flicker of hope suddenly arose in her mind. Demon Lord’s Tears, was it? She had them too. Shi Qingqian looked down at the Demon Lord’s Tears that had fallen into her hand amidst the bloodstains – they were what remained after A’Ling’s dissipation. And demon cores… Shi Qingqian took out the demon core she had carried since obtaining it. She had acquired it by chance and knew it was meant for Dao Rong, but unable to ascend to Qiongdian Peak, she had kept it with her. She was still missing Ten Fiend Ghost Soul, which was in Dao Rong’s hands. Shi Qingqian felt her blood turning colder, and her body began to shiver. She couldn’t feel the pain anymore, her limbs numb. She couldn’t get up to snatch the Ten Fiend Ghost Soul in Dao Rong’s hands.
There was only one way left. Shi Qingqian glanced at the empty inner chamber of the Iron Pagoda and closed her eyes tightly. She didn’t need to snatch those things; as long as everything fused together in this place, it would be the same. Feeling her body shatter, before losing all consciousness, she had only one wish: If there were gods… if there truly were divine power… I only wish A’Ling to live well… Shi Qingqian only saw the final scenes, unaware of the despair with which “she” in the scene gambled for a sliver of hope, a miracle. “She” certainly didn’t expect Dao Rong’s consciousness to cunningly escape beforehand. Now, relying on foresight, he wanted to kill her again.
Shi Qingqian looked at that detestable face. This time, she was determined to completely eliminate him. Seeing A’Ling overwhelmed and struck down, Shi Qingqian, who had been waiting for an opportunity, immediately attacked. The dark fire ignited in her palm, which was initially only the size of a head, suddenly surged into a ten-foot-high flame. Shi Qingqian lunged towards the person’s face, sparing no effort, her aura fierce like a beast released from its cage.
Muffled thunder rumbled across Qiongdian Peak, lightning flashed, and the surrounding floating clouds trembled and scattered. Even eagles dared not approach this lightning-ridden area. Gu Jingyang watched as the originally pale sky above suddenly darkened, accompanied by faint flames. It was Shi Qingqian, Gu Jingyang exclaimed in her heart. Shi Qingqian must have engaged in a battle with Dao Rong. The overflowing demonic energy and the burning dark fire all testified to the ferocity of this struggle. Gu Jingyang was filled with worry. Although Dao Rong’s cultivation was weakened by the backlash of the puppet technique, he had been a saint for thousands of years. Not only his cultivation but also his combat power was at the peak of the human realm. For A’Ling and Shi Qingqian to defeat him, it would be difficult. But now, they couldn’t ascend to help and could only anxiously watch from below.
Above Qiongdian Peak, after realizing her Demon Lord’s dark fire was ineffective against Dao Rong, Shi Qingqian had to resort to other methods. However, her opponent was too strong. The [Demon soul Crimson Phoenix Art] only injured one of his arms. Dao Rong looked at his other arm, which Shi Qingqian had stripped of flesh and blood. Now both his hands were just white bones, without skin or flesh. “Very good,” he thought. “In the past, Demon Lord Shi Yu injured one of my arms, and now Shi Qingqian has injured my other arm. They truly are of one mind, like mother and daughter.” The last bit of warmth in his eyes faded. The entire Qiongdian Peak instantly entered winter with his rage, terrifyingly cold.
Even A’Ling, protected by her cultivation, felt a chill run down her scalp, and her body involuntarily shivered. Seeing the flames gathering in Dao Rong’s cold eyes, looking at the cold light emanating from his bony hands, A’Ling knew it was bad. Indeed, in the next moment, that cold light transformed into blades, sweeping across the sky towards her and Shi Qingqian. They were too dense and swift to dodge. A’Ling’s forceful swings of Little Wandering couldn’t even disperse these sharp blades. Blood splattered from her arms, even her cheeks.
Dao Rong let out a cold laugh. With a slight raise of his hands, A’Ling immediately felt a bone-chilling panic. She saw sharp blades emerging from the ground they stood on. The entire Qiongdian Peak had become a sealed cage, filled with blades. The cold light, flying from all directions towards A’Ling and Shi Qingqian, offered no escape or hiding place. If these blades grazed them, they would be shredded to pieces. A’Ling imagined this scene, and her whole body went numb. What should they do? Where could they hide?
Shi Qingqian gathered her demonic energy to protect herself and A’Ling. If they couldn’t dodge, they could only face it head-on. No, it’s not right, A’Ling, seeing the sharp blades rapidly approaching, a flash of insight struck her mind. “Shi Qingqian, enter the void!” As the words fell, the sharp blades closed in on A’Ling. Her vision suddenly went black. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the back of Dao Rong’s head with his hair tied up high. Without any hesitation, A’Ling whipped Little Wandering towards his head. Thank heavens, Shi Qingqian’s ability to enter and exit the void could still be used within Qiongdian Peak’s barrier. Their minds were so tense that they faltered slightly. Shi Qingqian couldn’t directly enter the void to reach Qiongdian Peak due to Qiongdian Peak’s barrier, but entering and exiting the void within this barrier might not be affected.
After A’Ling knocked down the unprepared Dao Rong, she was overjoyed. She had a way! She directed Shi Qingqian to enter and exit the void, making Dao Rong search everywhere. For a time, the situation finally turned around slightly. But just as A’Ling felt a glimmer of joy, Dao Rong gradually adapted to this sudden attack, and A’Ling’s success became increasingly difficult. Worse, as A’Ling launched another surprise attack, Dao Rong met her head-on. His bony palm grabbed the purple-gold shining Little Wandering, pulled A’Ling out of the void, and flung her aside. Shi Qingqian couldn’t stop it in time. When she chased out of the void, Dao Rong, holding the Sun and Moon Coiled Dragon Sword, didn’t even look up. With a sudden wave of his hand, his sleeve fell, and his bony hand, holding the Coiled Dragon Sword, charged forward with immense power, like a dragon emerging from the sea. The strong wind it generated was overwhelming and vast, soaring towards A’Ling.
“No!” Shi Qingqian roared, her hair standing on end, and lunged forward. She was still a step too late. Seeing the Sun and Moon Coiled Dragon Sword deeply embedded in A’Ling’s chest, Shi Qingqian’s face turned panicked. In an instant, her anger erupted. Immersed in her emotions, she didn’t notice Dao Rong raising his bony arm again, his knuckles closing, and an invisible force controlling the Sun and Moon Coiled Dragon Sword in A’Ling’s chest. Just as Shi Qingqian reached A’Ling, the Sun and Moon Coiled Dragon Sword detached from her. Where the hilt should have been, it instantly reversed into an incredibly sharp blade, piercing towards Shi Qingqian.
Dao Rong’s lips curved into a smile. Dying by the same sword was a gift he was giving to this pair of lovers. As the curve of his lips was about to deepen, Dao Rong’s gaze flashed, and his smile froze on his face. An eerie wind howled, and the heavens and earth changed color. Dark mist seeped from the void. Dao Rong looked down at the iron sword piercing through him from behind to his chest. There were flecks of purple-gold light on the blade. Dao Rong’s astonished eyes trembled more violently than the lightning. What was happening? Why was this happening?
A’Ling tightly gripped Little Wandering, channeling spiritual energy into the sword that Shi Qingqian had stabbed, wanting to trap Dao Rong’s nascent soul and prevent him from escaping his physical body. This was the trick they had just used. The physical body stabbed by Dao Rong in the void was merely A’Ling’s physical body, and the agonizing “Shi Qingqian” was just a demonic illusion. If Dao Rong had carefully distinguished, he would have realized that A’Ling was gambling on Dao Rong’s usual confidence. After stabbing A’Ling, he would surely be smugly successful and delighted to see Shi Qingqian suffer, thus he wouldn’t investigate closely. As expected, after seeing ‘A’Ling’ injured, Dao Rong admired ‘Shi Qingqian’s’ suffering and was thinking of dealing with Shi Qingqian as well, not noticing the dark mist appearing behind him in the void.
“Die!” A’Ling fiercely injected spiritual energy, wanting to eliminate Dao Rong right then and there, to completely shatter him from the inside out. Henceforth, there would be no more such insane scourges in the world. Everyone wouldn’t have to die! A flash of joy quickly crossed A’Ling’s eyes. Shi Qingqian also relaxed her expression, releasing her demonic energy to completely burn Dao Rong’s soul. But at this moment, a chilling laugh echoed. “Naive, you think you can kill me like this!” Dao Rong’s fleshless bony hand grasped the sword blade piercing his chest and with a fierce pull, iron filings fluttered from between his fingers. Along with the howling wind, they scattered across Qiongdian Peak. A’Ling was swept by the sudden gust of wind, almost losing her grip on Little Wandering. The air hummed, and A’Ling trembled violently. Everything on Qiongdian Peak began to shake. A’Ling saw her own injured body begin to tremble, her heart filled with fear and a sense of danger. As expected, in the next moment, Dao Rong let out a high cry, and an eerie wind arose, changing the colors of heaven and earth. His fluttering hair and robe rustled loudly in the air. The spiritual energy A’Ling had used to trap Dao Rong’s nascent soul was completely absorbed by him. The air fluctuated violently, and A’Ling and Shi Qingqian were both violently shaken away.
Dao Rong turned in the wind, his contemptuous gaze filled with rage. He had underestimated these two fools, to be able to injure him to this extent. Dao Rong suppressed the tearing pain of his soul and used A’Ling’s absorbed spiritual energy to protect his precarious heart meridians. His sleeves fluttered, and he raised his hand to summon the Sun and Moon Coiled Dragon Sword. No longer holding back, he fiercely attacked A’Ling. A’Ling quickly returned to her true form, ignoring the physical pain, and channeled all her spiritual energy to meet the attack. Shi Qingqian’s majestic demonic aura also vanished without a trace at this moment, and she charged towards the grim-faced figure, like a ravenous ghost with its mouth agape. With a deafening roar, the three peaks cracked and trembled. Everyone looked in panic towards Qiongdian Peak that had caused all this. Gu Jingyang clutched her chest, which was vibrating with the air. Not only she, but everyone present felt a strong jolt of air. Amidst the raging winds, streaks of silver light exploded from Qiongdian Peak, like moonlight scattering. The sky, wrapped in dark mist, was cut into countless pieces. The people below simultaneously heard the sound of breaking porcelain.
Someone shouted, “Qiongdian Peak is cracking!” Gu Jingyang formed a protective shield to ward off the sudden strange demonic wind and looked up with wide eyes. It was truly cracking. It looked like time-worn cracks on an old, ink-stained parchment scroll that had been exposed to wind and sun. After her shock, Gu Jingyang immediately reacted and quickly rode her sword upwards. It wasn’t Qiongdian Peak that had cracked, but Qiongdian Peak’s barrier that had been broken! As expected, in the next instant, three figures fell from above Qiongdian Peak. Gu Jingyang arrived in time on her sword and, by instinct, accurately caught A’Ling as she fell. Seeing the gruesome wound piercing her chest, Gu Jingyang was filled with panic. Before she could even ask, the person in her arms forcefully opened her blood-stained eyelids, and with a dry, hoarse voice, anxiously asked, “Where is Shi Qingqian?”
Gu Jingyang rode her sword with A’Ling towards the southeast. When she caught A’Ling, she had already seen Apothecary Yang Xia catch Shi Qingqian before her. Bringing A’Ling to Apothecary Yang Xia, Lan Fushang also arrived in time. Seeing A’Ling so severely injured, Lan Fushang’s eyes immediately turned red. Without delay, she began to heal A’Ling’s wounds. However, A’Ling’s gaze remained fixed on Shi Qingqian, who was being treated by Apothecary Yang Xia. It was Shi Qingqian just now, who, in a full-force clash with Dao Rong, had shaken Qiongdian Peak’s barrier so much that it cracked. A’Ling, protected within the void, had avoided the damage from the shattering barrier and the ensuing chaos on Qiongdian Peak.
“Is she alright?” A’Ling struggled to move her dry throat, which felt like sandpaper, her eyes filled with eager anticipation as she looked at Apothecary Yang Xia. “She won’t die,” Apothecary Yang Xia said with a sigh of relief. A’Ling’s suspended heart found solid ground with these three words, but before she could rejoice, she heard a series of piercing cries for help from not far away.
Jiang Qiuchun, as all her cultivation was drained, still couldn’t believe that the Saint Venerable Dao Rong would do such a thing. She had thought there must be some misunderstanding. When she saw Saint Venerable Dao Rong fall from Qiongdian Peak, her first instinct was to protect him. To her surprise, the moment she touched him, he stole all her cultivation and extracted her golden core. The words ‘Saint Venerable’ she was about to utter never left her lips. She saw Ye Bingfeng, who was also approaching, and wanted to shout ‘Don’t come near!’ but found she couldn’t utter a sound. She never imagined she would die at the hands of Dao Rong, the Saint Venerable she most admired and worshipped.
Dao Rong absorbed the plundered golden core into his body. His bony fingers loosely closed, and with a strong pull, the nearest person who couldn’t escape was pulled through the air. He smiled sinisterly, “I intended to let you all live a few more days.” He had said that once he emerged from seclusion, everyone would die!