What If I Can't Die? Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Because You’re Handsome?

Song s.h.i.+ seemed to have been freed from the black fog. He laughed as he watched the aftershock of the explosion tear apart the vegetation, forming a circle of scorching airflow that spread out far and wide.

“I’ve finally worn you down!”

Song s.h.i.+ heaved a sigh of relief.

He had actually killed a Connate-level ghost. And this was after he had only cultivated for a few days too!

“Ding… congratulations on killing the target of death. You are rewarded with one chance to draw the lottery!”

The system notification told Song s.h.i.+ that the big-headed ghost had indeed been killed.

He relaxed and suddenly heard the sound of a fight happening. He looked at the source of the sound in surprise.

With a tap of his foot, he left a Phantom image. He then jumped onto the wall and looked into the distance.

A person with a jade-colored glow surrounding his body and harbored different colors of Genuine Qi was fighting a few people that were dressed in black.

A man in black was emitting black mist all over his body, appearing unholy and strange.

The character ‘slash’ carved onto the token attached to the waist of the person with the jade-colored Genuine Qi shone brightly in the night, releasing a special power that forced the black fog back.

“It’s the Demon Slayers!”

Song s.h.i.+ recognized these people when he saw the glowing word on the token. He felt a s.h.i.+ver running through his spine and thought, “Fortunately, these guys had the intention to use me to provoke Hei Duzi and laid in ambush nearby. Otherwise, the big-headed ghost wouldn’t have been the only one looking for me tonight.”

At this moment, the leader of the men in black suddenly said angrily, “d.a.m.n it, who killed my Big-headed son!”

These words almost made Song s.h.i.+ laugh.

Well aren’t you just a s.h.i.+ning example of intelligence? You managed to come up with the creative and original name of Big-Headed Son for the ghost with a big head. And what are you? Small-Headed Father? [1. Big-Headed Son and Small-Headed Father are characters in Chinese kids shows which have trademark big heads and small heads respectively] How clever.

He was originally serious because they were his enemies but he couldn’t help but laugh at these words.

“Hei Duzi, you’re really vicious. How can you be so heartless as to refine your own son into an evil spirit? You’re simply crazy. It was your son’s blessing that someone freed him!”

Sima Ya’s voice rang out, filled with ridicule. At the same time, his heart was filled with doubt.

Who else here had the ability to kill a Connate-level evil spirit?

“Shut up. You have no right to meddle in the affairs of my Zhang family. Becoming a ghost is better than being oppressed by corrupt officials, landlords and profiteers like you. If you stop me from exterminating the entire Song family, all of you will die!”

The leader of the men in black was furious.

“Hei Duzi, don’t treat the Great Qian Dynasty’s laws like child’s play. 2,000 years ago, the founding Martial Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty had set a rule that cultivators from the cultivation world were not allowed to kill ordinary people. You’re courting death by doing this!”

Sima Ya’s gaze was cold.

“The Great Qian Dynasty? Haha, you all should be the ones that should take care of yourselves. The Sky Demon Cult is about to invade the Imperial City and your masters are about to fall, so stop provoking other people! Hahaha!”

Hei Duzi laughed loudly.

“You have a death wish. I think you’re one of the demons from the Sky Demon Cult. I will kill you without mercy!”

Sima Ya was furious. He lashed out his Flower-pinching Finger, and his jade-colored Genuine Qi transformed his hands into a brilliant Buddhist palm print that blasted over.

This handprint was more than ten feet tall and crashed into Hei Duzi like a small building.

There was a loud bang.

Hei Duzi was smashed into meat paste and the men in black nearby were torn apart by the ferocious power.

A wooden building opposite was. .h.i.t by the aftershock and shattered on the spot.

“Woah, this guy is so powerful!”

Song s.h.i.+ gasped in shock. This was the first time he had seen the power of a Connate expert. He was so powerful that he tore down houses with expertise and ease.

However, seeing that Sima Ya’s chest was heaving up and down violently after using this move and he could not stop panting, it was probably an extremely energy consuming move. It was not a move that he could use casually.

The other men in black were killed by the Black Iron Guards.

“Congratulations, Commander. Your Profound Jade Flower Pinching Finger has already reached the realm of perfection, right?”

Chen Ming, who had fought Song s.h.i.+ before, complimented him.

“I have only managed to perfect it by a little bit. I haven’t evolved it into a divine power yet, so this move consumed more than half of my Genuine Qi just now.”

Sima Ya shook his head and took out a Qi Replenis.h.i.+ng Pill. He looked at the guy who had been beaten into meat paste by him, “He doesn’t have Dharma artifacts to protect his body but he uses Gu Corpses as subst.i.tutes for his body. This guy is really difficult to kill.”

“That’s right. After suffering a loss this time, he will probably hide again.”

Chen Ming nodded gloomily. “I hate these unorthodox cultivators the most. They’re really difficult to deal with, but this fellow actually knows two cultivation paths.”

“Hmph, guard the survivors of the Song family well. This guy is ruthless to even his own family. He turned his son and sister into evil spirits to take revenge. He definitely won’t give up until he kills everyone in the Song family.”

Sima Ya’s expression was cold, “Everytime he attacks again, we will destroy a portion of his army. Let’s see how many Gu Corpse Ghosts he has left!”

“That’s the only way. I wonder if that seventh son of the Song family is dead. That big-headed ghost is comparable to a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refinement. Killing him will probably be a piece of cake.”

Chen Ming looked at Song s.h.i.+’s courtyard.

Song s.h.i.+’s face darkened when he heard that. After all, he was really killed by the big-headed ghost the first time!

“He’s not dead, in fact he’s spying on us.”

As expected of a Connate expert, his senses were extremely sharp. He turned to look at the wall, “Have you seen enough?”

“No.”

Song s.h.i.+ jumped down and said with a smile, “Commander Sikong, you’re really impressive. You smashed the demon into meat paste with a single palm strike. Can you teach me?”

“My Flower-pinching Finger must be trained as the sole martial art skill for interested pract.i.tioners. You’ve practiced other martial arts, so it’s not suitable for you to practice the Flower-pinching Finger. Besides, you’re an immortal cultivator. Why do you have to work hard to practice martial arts?”

Sima Ya asked meaningfully.

Song s.h.i.+ was surprised, “So you know that I’m a cultivator, is that why you allowed me to come back by myself?”

“I’m after all a late-stage Connate cultivator, which is equivalent to you cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refinement. How can I not be able to tell that you have Spiritual Energy in your body?”

Sima Ya’s gaze seemed to be able to see through Song s.h.i.+, “As for letting you return, I wasn’t not sure if you’ll die. Now however, I’m sure you will not. The person who taught you the immortal techniques must have also taught you some protective spells, seeing as how you managed to kill an evil spirit at the eighth level of Qi Refinement without dying.”

Chen Ming was shocked and his eyes were filled with envy.

Not only did this guy have Innate Divine Strength, he also had an immortal root. No wonder he was favored by the commander.

At this moment, seeing the wound on Song s.h.i.+’s shoulder, Sima Ya approached in a flash and suddenly pointed at his shoulder.

Song s.h.i.+ was slightly shocked. He thought that Sikong Ya was going to kill him.

“Don’t move!”

Sima Ya shouted as a wave of masculine Genuine Qi surged out of him.

Song s.h.i.+ did not sense any killing intent. Instead, his wound heated up and black gas emitted from it.

“This ghost aura can corrupt one’s mind. Your cultivation level is still low. You won’t be able to withstand it.”

Sima Ya retracted his hand and suddenly asked, “Is the person who taught you the immortal technique from the New Moon Brothel?”

“Eh, you know about this too?”

Song s.h.i.+ pursed his lips, “Don’t tell me you’ve investigated everything about me?”

“This is the only place with a cultivation sect that you are involved with. I can guess even without investigating.”

Sima Ya had a confident expression as he looked coldly at Song s.h.i.+, “However, let me remind you that those women from the brothel are very heartless. The Yao Moon Palace sect that runs the brothel is a demonic sect and it has heavy involvements with the Sky Demon Cult that is currently rebelling against the palace. You have to figure out whether this is the path you want to take.”

“Is that so?”

Song s.h.i.+’s heart sank. This told him clearly that he had gone down the wrong path and was opposing the government.

“But she gave me an immortal cultivation technique.”

Song s.h.i.+ emphasized that if not for the Fire Spiritual Energy cultivated by the Yang Refinement Art, it would have been almost impossible to kill the big-headed ghost just now.

Sima Ya sneered. “Hehe, Yang Refinement Technique… Have you ever heard of the Furnace? You’re not a disciple of the Yao Moon Palace, but she gave you the cultivation method. Is she really that kind? Did you think it was because you’re handsome, or because you conquered her with your ‘golden spear’?”