Aspiring To The Immortal Path

Translated by: Hypersheep325Edited by: Michyrr

If this were Tang Jie, he would have given Ping Jingyue a chop of the hand to knock her out.

But this was Wei Tianchong. He had puppets and shadow soldiers, but his only close-range spell was the Ghost Axe.

And because he had been taking off his clothes, he had even thrown his weapon to the side. Thus, even though he had gotten close to his foe, he had no spell that he could use.

Panicking, Wei Tianchong opened his arms and gave Ping Jingyue a big hug.

Ping Jingyue had never expected a move like this. Unable to dodge, she was seized in his embrace. The two of them rolled to the ground, Wei Tianchong's white and plump belly pressing on Ping Jingyue's body. Ping Jingyue was both embarrassed and angry, wanting nothing more than to kill this scoundrel with a single chop of her palm.

She still had some sense, so she immediately gathered wind in her hand to send Wei Tianchong flying.

It had been hard for Wei Tianchong to get into this position, and he wasn't going to give her the chance to send him flying. Lowering his head, he rammed it into her chest.

Ping Jingyue grunted, and her wind sweeping spell was interrupted before it could be cast. Gnashing her teeth, she shouted, "Shameless!"

She brought her knee slamming into Wei Tianchong's abdomen.

The pain from this blow was so great that Wei Tianchong's face twisted.

But he knew that this was an important moment and that he couldn't relax. Otherwise, if he gave Ping Jingyue time to cast, he would be in for great suffering.

Rather than letting go, he tightened his embrace.

Seeing Ping Jingyue's face turn savage as her hands began to form more signs, Wei Tianchong panicked and kneed her, but this blow struck the inner side of her thigh.

To his surprise, Ping Jingyue also grunted from this blow, and the spell was interrupted again. Her face turned ghastly pale from what seemed like spiritual energy backlash.

Wei Tianchong was startled, but then he understood. He had struck her Crouching Rabbit point.

Ping Jingyue cultivated the Crouching Rabbit Thousand Meter Mantra, and the Spirit Eye was located at the Crouching Rabbit point. This was the nexus of spiritual energy circulation, and the Crouching Rabbit belonged to the Bright Yang Foot Meridian and was located on the inner thigh. Thus, when the Spirit Eye circulated energy, spiritual energy would first flow through the legs, advantaging Wind-type spells and kicks.

The Spirit Eye was a crucial node for any cultivator, and it would remain a weakness until one cultivated their way to Celestial Heart.

It was just that cultivators normally kept the mantra that they cultivated a secret, and their opponents were usually outsiders, with neither side knowing who cultivated what, allowing their weaknesses to remain hidden. Moreover, cultivators would also pay attention to their own safety, and the Spirit Eye was itself extremely small, and there were few who specifically targeted it… Those capable of such a feat were better served just cutting off the head.

But this situation was different. Ping Jingyue and Wei Tianchong were not mortal enemies, and they didn't need to kill each other. Attacking the Spirit Eye was much more effective than attacking other lethal points.

Wei Tianchong delightedly realized this and began to heedlessly attack Ping Jingyue's Crouching Rabbit point. In his haste, he couldn't pin down exactly where it was, so he decided to reach down with his hand.

The Crouching Rabbit point was on the inner thigh, and Ping Jingyue realized to her horror that Wei Tianchong's large hand was fumbling around between her legs—a fact that left her both enraged and humiliated.

She wanted to fight back, but to her surprise, Wei Tianchong really did manage to find the Crouching Rabbit point. With a press of that fat hand, spiritual energy surged out, rushing into Ping Jingyue's body and upsetting her circulation.

The turmoil was such that Ping Jingyue couldn't cast a single spell and her entire body felt weak. She was rendered completely powerless while the half-naked Wei Tianchong continued to straddle her body, his hand tightly holding her inner thigh.

It was a sight that could make one vomit in disgust.

Wei Tianchong still didn't realize what was going on and continued to struggle atop Ping Jingyue's body. Afraid that she might break free and deal with him at any moment, he put his everything into it, his body even occasionally arching, like he really was working a woman's body.

After a few moments, he suddenly realized that there was no reaction.

In shock, Wei Tianchong looked down at Ping Jingyue and saw that she was crying.

Crying!

She was crying?

Wei Tianchong was dumbfounded.

Despite his enormously slow reaction speed, he had finally realized how inappropriate this scene was.

After some thought, he tried to draw back his hand. "Uh… sorry… I didn't do it on purpose. I… I'm going to take away my hand now, but you have to promise to not hit me."

Ping Jingyue stared at him, not saying a word.

Wei Tianchong cautiously stood up and slowly withdrew the hand that had groped around between Ping Jingyue's thighs for so long. Ping Jingyue moved a little, and Wei Tianchong instinctively grabbed again in fear, pressing his hand down on her inner thigh.

"You…" Ping Jingyue furiously stared at him.

"That wasn't on purpose!" Wei Tianchong shouted. "You have to promise not to hit me!"

"Let… go!" Ping Jingyue shouted between clenched teeth. "Do you think you can hold it for the rest of your life?"

Wei Tianchong thought about it and realized that this was true, so he helplessly took back his hand.

He had by now accepted his fate, thinking to himself, Hit me if you want. I have the Fearless spell if I need it. Thus, he squatted down while covering his head, muttering, "Just don't hit me in the face."

But despite waiting for a while, he got no reaction.

Raising his head, he saw that Ping Jingyue had stood up and was frostily glaring at him.

Wei Tianchong's heart trembled as Ping Jingyue coldly said, "Mention what happened today to no one."

Wei Tianchong dumbly nodded, and then there was a flash as Ping Jingyue flew into the sky and left.

"Are you really not hitting me?" Wei Tianchong muttered, baffled.

He suddenly realized something. Raising his hands, he recalled the sensation of grabbing Ping Jingyue's inner thigh and instantly became intoxicated.

"It really felt nice." Wei Tianchong became lost in his fantasies, dumbly standing there and giggling to himself.

Ping Jingyue burned with rage as she rushed back in the direction she had come.

She had thought more than once about going back and killing that damned bastard.

But when she thought about the duty she had been burdened with and the consequences her sudden impulse might trigger, Ping Jingyue managed to restrain herself.

She could only run as fast as possible to flee that place of her humiliation. She had nowhere to vent her rage, so she could only express it by running as hard as she could.

Until three people appeared in front of her.

It was Yang Zhiyuan, Li Yijing, and Liang Shengxian.

Yang Zhiyuan and Li Yijing had originally planned to chase Wei Tianchong, but because of Tang Jie's interference, Ping Jingyue had been able to leave first. She was already faster than them, and now that she had left early, they had decided that since they couldn't catch up to Ping Jingyue, they should go after Shi Meng.

Seeing that the three of them were coming back, Ping Jingyue stopped and shouted, "What about Shi Meng?"

The three of them were scared by her intimidating appearance. They exchanged glances before Yang Zhiyuan replied, "We caught him just now and searched him, but we didn't find the head. What about you?"

Ping Jingyue glared. "Bullshit! You need to ask? There was nothing!"

"So it has to be on Tang Jie then."

"Tang Jie didn't have it," Liu Hongyan said as her group of three ran over, reuniting the seven of them.

"How could that be?" Li Yijing asked in shock. "It wasn't on any three of them? Then where's the head?"

"They must have hidden it somewhere, probably close by," Shu Mingyang said.

"That will make things difficult." Liu Hongyan frowned. If Tang Jie's group had really hidden the head, then it could have been hidden anywhere within the surrounding one thousand meters. Searching this area would not be easy.

And in that time, Tang Jie's group could pick up the head and flee.

Privately, Liu Hongyan wondered if one of the other four had found the head and claimed that they hadn't found it.

But Yang Zhiyuan's group had moved as three, so it would be hard for them to hide anything from each other. Ping Jingyue, however, had come back alone, and had a rather strange look on her face. Could it be…

As she thought this, she looked at Ping Jingyue.

Seemingly thinking the same thing, the others all turned to look at Ping Jingyue.

Ping Jingyue's mind was still lingering on that incident. When she realized that everyone was weirdly staring at her, she asked in surprise, "What are you all looking at me for?"

She instantly realized, and she sharply said, "You think I'm hiding Lin Lang's head? Are you crazy?"

Liu Hongyan hurriedly said, "Little Sis Jingyue, don't misunderstand. I just want to ask: when you caught up to Wei Tianchong, did you search him thoroughly? After all, he's a man, so it's not very proper for a woman to search him, and there are inevitably some places that can't be searched…"

She had been trying to give Ping Jingyue a way out, but her words ended up agitating Ping Jingyue, who instantly paled and backed away. "I said before that that stubborn fatty didn't have the head. If you don't believe me, go and find him yourself. Don't go asking me. If I wanted to fool you, I would have just left. With my speed, do you really think any of you could have caught me?"

Snorting, she turned and left.

Li Yijing muttered, "That's what you say, but marathons aren't just about speed, but endurance too."

Ping Jingyue grimaced. "Li Yijing, what are you trying to say?"

Li Yijing replied, "Your reaction is strange. You must be hiding something!"

Ping Jingyue shuddered and then shouted, "Bullshit!"

When she saw that no one was speaking up for her, her heart went cold. "You don't believe me?"

Liang Shengxian grunted, "If you want us to believe you, it's simple. Don't you have a Mustard Seed Bag? Let us take a look at it."

"I don't!" Ping Jingyue shrieked.

"No, you do!" Li Yijing sneered. "Ping Jingyue, don't think that you're so good that you're able to keep it from everybody. You normally don't use a weapon, making everyone think that you're poor and don't have the extra resources to buy spell weapons, but what you don't know is that I'm on good terms with a student who works at Heaven One Pavilion. I found out half a year ago that one of the spell arts you picked out was a weapon art, the Heart Questioning Sword! If you didn't have a weapon, why would you take the Heart Questioning Sword? And if you have a weapon, why don't you use it? And where are you hiding it?"

This string of questions had Ping Jingyue shaking. "You were spying on me?"

"That's not something you need to worry about. First, take out your Mustard Seed Bag so we can take a look," Li Yijing smugly said.

Ping Jingyue furiously shot back, "In your dreams!"

Her Mustard Seed Bag held many secrets, and there was no way she could show it to the others.

Fortunately, Yang Zhiyuan stepped forward and said, "Jeez, we're all on the same side, so why are we arguing? We don't even have the head yet, but we're already starting to fracture. That's simply no good. Moreover, when we agreed to work together, didn't we say that while we would fight against each other, we wouldn't try to hurt each other's feelings? There's no need for us to get upset over something like this; am I right?"

He turned to look at Ping Jingyue.

Ping Jingyue sighed in relief and nodded. "Whether you believe me or not…"

Before she could finish, Yang Zhiyuan suddenly shot up to her and thrust his palm into her back.