The Young Lady Only Wants to Cultivate Immortality Chapter 2

For over a hundred years, A’Ling had never used all her strength in an attack like this. She wished she could mobilize all the demonic energy in her body; even if it meant mutual destruction, she wouldn’t hesitate.

“Die—!”

A’Ling shouted, unleashing a palm strike with absolutely no internal energy held back. Even if this strike turned her painstakingly built mansion into ashes, even if it leveled the Demon Realm and incurred the hatred of countless demonic cultivators, she wouldn’t hesitate.

She only wanted Shi Qingqian to also experience the pain of exploding and dying, to make her feel the tremor of her soul shattering.

The palm strike landed, but only a gentle breeze stirred.

A’Ling: ???

Let alone killing the Shi Qingqian opposite her, this strike couldn’t even disturb a single strand of her hair.

A’Ling’s eyes widened, filled with shock. She couldn’t believe that Shi Qingqian, who was standing opposite her, was completely unharmed. Instead, Shi Qingqian glanced at her with disgust.

It was just one glance, as if she had seen something unclean, unwilling to look again.

Shi Qingqian steadily rose from the ground. She put distance between herself and the person on the ground, and stood to one side.

A’Ling’s gaze trembled, her eyes filled with disbelief. “How could this be? How could this be? Where’s my internal energy?”

The palm strike she had just unleashed contained not a shred of internal energy. It was just like a common person swinging their hand; just a slap, at most capable of killing a fly.

Where was her hundred years of cultivation?!

A’Ling’s face turned ashen as she closed her eyes. She shakily extended her left hand, palm facing upwards, pinching her thumb and forefinger together, muttering a chant known only to her: “Feather Rises, God Falls, Mark Manifests, Demon Emerges.”

As the words fell, she abruptly opened her eyes, staring at her bare forefinger. She fell into silent despair, once again feeling the painful tremor of her soul.

Every demonic cultivator possessed their own demonic energy. However, demons who reached the Demonic God Realm could conceal their demonic energy, converging it to a specific part of their body. One could say this was the identity proof of every demon.

Just like a cultivator’s golden core, only with it could one establish the foundation for cultivation.

Demonic cultivators were intolerable to both the mortal and immortal realms. To avoid being discovered by cultivators, demonic cultivators of the Demonic God Realm possessed their own set of concealment techniques.

Just now, A’Ling still held onto a sliver of hope, hoping her demonic energy had merely been concealed by herself. But now, looking at the empty pad of her forefinger, where the phoenix feather pattern should have appeared, there was nothing but blankness.

Her hundred years of cultivation were all gone, completely gone…

A’Ling’s eyes turned bloodshot. She glared fiercely at the damned Shi Qingqian across from her.

Her hands dug into the yellow mud on the ground. The pain was so intense she couldn’t straighten her back. She forcefully swallowed the metallic taste of blood rising in her throat. She gnashed her teeth and shouted at Shi Qingqian: “Was it you? Was it you who did this?”

Shi Qingqian heard the shout. She withdrew her upward gaze and looked down at Huo Ling, who was on the ground, having another fit.

The disgust in her eyes was impossible to conceal. She let out a cold laugh: “What? You dug the pit, you pushed me, and now it’s my fault you’re harmed?”

She was utterly fed up with Huo Ling’s constant self-victimization—her disgusting habit of doing all the bad deeds herself, yet still believing she was the victim.

“Huo Ling, is this amusing?”

Shi Qingqian scoffed. The Huo family was never what she wanted. Nor did she care in the slightest about the Huo family’s pretense of affection. Only Huo Ling, that fool, cared.

Yet she always directed her hatred at the wrong person. None of these matters were ever caused by her. The moment she learned the truth, she returned her identity.

Huo Ling, however, always blamed her for the Huo family’s dislike of her.

People like those in the Huo family, how could they have any genuine affection? They only pretended to like whoever was useful.

Only Huo Ling, that idiot, couldn’t see the truth.

Shi Qingqian coldly watched A’Ling, whose face had inexplicably shifted again while on the ground. She thought about the words on the tip of her tongue, but decided against speaking them. In any case, she would be going to Mystic Crane Mountain in half a year. At that time, they would go their separate ways. How Huo Ling chose to think of her would have no bearing on her at all.

A’Ling froze after hearing Shi Qingqian’s words. Shi Qingqian said she dug the pit, said she pushed her.

She realized they were truly in a deep pit now.

Although a hundred years had passed, A’Ling remembered every single setback she had suffered at Shi Qingqian’s hands with crystal clarity.

Only when she was eighteen years old had she been foolish enough to try and dig a pit to bury Shi Qingqian. As a result, her scheme failed, and she fell into the pit herself.

She had endured hunger and thirst in the pit for three days before being rescued.

She glanced at her own hands in surprise. Although they were dirty, she could tell there were none of the scars left by a life of struggle in the Demon Realm.

They looked incredibly tender. Something suddenly occurred to her, and she looked up at Shi Qingqian.

Though Shi Qingqian still possessed an unparalleled beauty, with a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes and a small red mole at the corner of one eye, which added an extra touch of allure to her exquisite charm.

However, her expression was as indifferent as the perpetually ice-bound Xuanning Mountain. Thus, despite her worldly beauty, her demeanor was like that of a divine maiden from the Nine Heavens, untouched by mortal affairs, making people dare not disrespect her.

Therefore, after Shi Qingqian became Venerable Beiming, people praised her beauty, but only dared to privately call her Immortal Qingqian.

This immortal, now standing before her, still had the same face, but it held a hint of youthful naivete, and her stature seemed ten centimeters shorter.

The biggest difference, however, was in her gaze.

In the eyes of Venerable Beiming, Shi Qingqian, all living beings were the same. It was as if she could see everyone, yet also looked down on everyone.

No one could discern different emotions in Shi Qingqian’s eyes. She was always so calm, like a lofty deity, devoid of all human emotions.

Yet at this moment, A’Ling clearly saw the disgust Shi Qingqian held for her in her eyes.

She opened her mouth, feeling incredulous at the thought that had popped into her mind. She fiercely pinched herself, and it hurt.

She furrowed her brows. Just as she was about to ask Shi Qingqian how old she was now, she heard shouts coming from above.

“A’Ling, how did you fall into the hole? Are you alright?”

A’Ling looked up at the head peering into the pit. She was greatly surprised. Although it had been decades since they last met, A’Ling still recognized that face.

The reason for her shock was that the owner of this face was someone she had personally buried. She had buried her in the blessed land in the southwest of the Demon Realm. According to some ancient demons in the Demon Realm, those buried there would be reborn into a good life in the future.

A’Ling had scoffed at the time, thinking it ironic that even after becoming a demon, one would still seek a good reincarnation after death.

Although Zhao Diqing was calling out to A’Ling, her peripheral vision kept drifting towards Shi Qingqian in the corner, and there was doubt in her eyes.

A’Ling had told her she planned to dig a pit to bury Shi Qingqian. Zhao Diqing had agreed it was a good idea and even helped A’Ling choose a spot. This area was rarely visited due to the presence of monsters, making it desolate.

The reason she was so actively helpful was because she knew Shi Qingqian would never fall for A’Ling’s trick, and ultimately, A’Ling would be the one to suffer.

She had been waiting at the foot of the mountain, but Shi Qingqian hadn’t come down. That’s why she came to take a curious look, and what she saw astonished her.

Shi Qingqian was actually at the bottom of the pit with A’Ling.

Zhao Diqing grew anxious. “A’Ling, don’t be scared! I’ll go find a rope to pull you two up right away.”

A’Ling watched Zhao Diqing, who, after only a few words, was already rushing off to find a way to rescue her—Zhao Diqing, her ‘good friend’ from her previous life.

She was now certain that she had been reborn and returned to her eighteen-year-old self.

The moment she saw Zhao Diqing, she understood everything. In her previous life, Zhao Diqing had betrayed her. It turned out she had already fallen for Shi Qingqian at that time.

After being reborn, A’Ling instantly understood many things.

In her previous life, Zhao Diqing hadn’t appeared. A’Ling had only been rescued three days later. Zhao Diqing claimed she thought A’Ling’s plan was thorough and hadn’t expected her to fall into the pit.

She claimed to have been held at home by her father due to family matters, which was why she hadn’t discovered A’Ling was trapped for three days.

A’Ling glanced at Shi Qingqian, who was beside her. This time, it seemed Zhao Diqing had grown anxious when she realized Shi Qingqian hadn’t come down the mountain, and that’s why she came to check.

Just now, although Zhao Diqing was asking about her, her gaze was clearly focused on Shi Qingqian. A’Ling had been so foolish in her previous life not to have noticed such an obvious intention.

How incredibly stupid! A’Ling thoroughly cursed herself in her heart.

After a satisfying bout of self-recrimination, she noticed something was amiss. She stood up and looked at Shi Qingqian: “How did you fall down here?”

Shi Qingqian’s expression tightened when she heard the question. She, too, was puzzled by it.

She had easily dodged A’Ling’s attack just now. It was a sudden, invisible force that had literally shaken her down.

Perhaps some powerful immortal expert had emerged from seclusion, and their uncontrollable divine power had affected this area.

She didn’t want to discuss this with Huo Ling. She turned her head away, pretending A’Ling wasn’t there.

A’Ling’s anger flared. She picked up a stone and threw it at Shi Qingqian. “I’m asking you a question!”

Although Shi Qingqian had only just formed her golden core and was practicing her techniques, dealing with A’Ling was more than enough for her. With a casual wave of her hand, the stone shattered into dust, which flew towards A’Ling’s face.

“Cough, cough,” A’Ling sputtered, “Shi Qingqian, you bastard! Did this old hag dig up your ancestral grave, or did I shatter your shoulder blade? I’m going to fight you to the death!”

A’Ling’s demonic power was completely gone, and she hadn’t even settled scores with Shi Qingqian yet. And Shi Qingqian dared to throw dirt in her face! Her blood rushed to her head. A’Ling lunged at Shi Qingqian.

But Shi Qingqian nimbly twisted her arms behind her back and held them fast. Then, with a fierce shove, she was pressed against the pit wall. Her spine flared with sharp pain.

Before she could struggle, Shi Qingqian lifted her leg and pressed it against A’Ling’s lower abdomen, forcibly pinning her mid-air against the pit wall.

“Let go of me!” A’Ling was held captive, with no room to struggle, feeling utterly humiliated.

Shi Qingqian cast a disgusted look down at the bloodshot-eyed A’Ling. She was greatly annoyed. What would it take to make this person stop appearing before her?

“Ah—what are you doing?!”

Suddenly, a gasp of surprise came from above.

Zhao Diqing had a look on her face as if she’d seen a ghost. She had actually seen Shi Qingqian pinning A’Ling against the wall. The two of them were pressed so incredibly close.

So close, it seemed as if if either moved even a fraction forward, they would kiss!

Shi Qingqian heard the shout. She coldly glanced at the person she was pinning, and released her grip.

The moment A’Ling was free, she began to curse furiously: “You bastard, you ungrateful wretch! This old hag will dig up your skull sooner or later, carve patterns on it, and make it into gloves! Then I’ll smash your knees and make you kneel and beg A’Ling for your life!”

Shi Qingqian looked at A’Ling as if she were an idiot, and gave a cold laugh: “Quite the dreamer.”

A’Ling took a deep breath, about to curse again, when Zhao Diqing lowered a rope and shouted: “A’Ling, stop arguing! Grab the rope and climb up quickly.”

A’Ling glanced at the rope and Zhao Diqing above. Then she looked at Shi Qingqian, whose lips held a hint of mockery.

*She thought to herself, Only fools like Zhao Diqing would think Shi Qingqian is some lofty, unapproachable beauty or a divine maiden who descended to the mortal world. Just listen to that mouth of hers, how infuriating!

If she hadn’t completely lost her magical power, she would definitely fight Shi Qingqian to the death right here.

As for now, she needed to find a place to figure out what was going on.

A’Ling pointed fiercely at Shi Qingqian. Then she turned and walked towards the rope, grabbed it, and climbed up.

Zhao Diqing stepped forward, intending to give A’Ling a pull, but was slapped away by A’Ling’s hand. She looked at A’Ling, who had climbed out of the pit, with confusion. Only feeling that the person before her seemed somewhat unfamiliar.

She watched as A’Ling climbed up. Instead of letting the rope down again, A’Ling went to the side and coiled the rope around the tree she had tied it to.

“A’Ling, you? This isn’t right. Shi Qingqian saw me. If we don’t pull her up, what if she goes back and complains to Elder Zeng?”

A’Ling let out a cold laugh. She didn’t even look at Zhao Diqing, walking straight ahead.

“She saw me too. What, aren’t you my best friend? Shouldn’t best friends share hardships and face punishment together?”

“A’Ling, you, what’s wrong with you?” Zhao Diqing’s heart trembled as she looked at A’Ling’s indifferent profile, she asked, feeling guilty.

“Are you coming or not? Or do you want to go down into the pit and keep Shi Qingqian company?” A’Ling paused, dusting the mud from her hands.

Zhao Diqing was startled by the coldness in A’Ling’s words. Seeing A’Ling continue to walk forward without stopping after speaking, she quickly followed.

“Of course I’m coming with you. I’m on your side. I have no connection to Shi Qingqian anyway.”

A’Ling merely half-turned, glancing at her indifferently. She didn’t have time to deal with this traitor from her previous life right now. She needed to go home first and figure out what exactly was going on with the current situation.

As for Shi Qingqian, in her previous life, she had been trapped at the bottom of the pit for three days because of her. This time, she would have to taste that suffering too!