Cultivating Immortality: I Can See the Script of Life

In the afternoon, Wan Yi was sewing up the corpse inside the house, but he was keeping an eye on the movements in the courtyard.

Qian Zhuo has returned from the Yinshan Gathering; I wonder if he has collected enough spirit stones.

If we collect enough, wouldn't we be able to activate that broken spiritual treasure?

However, since returning home, Qian Zhuo has been hiding in his room and refusing to go out.

With the array concealing him, who knows what he's doing inside?

Thinking of this, Wan Yi frowned slightly.

Why is there no movement from the Chen family?

Half a day has passed. Could it be that Jiang Chuan hasn't informed the Chen family yet?

He wouldn't use the intelligence to blackmail Qian Zhuo, would he?

If that happens, it will be terrible; all my plans will be ruined.

But that's unlikely.

Qian Zhuo is just a mere outer disciple; what benefit could he possibly gain by threatening him?

There's no better way than reporting it to the Chen family.

The Chen family is a Foundation Establishment family.

Jiang Chuan shouldn't be that stupid.

Just then, a deafening shout suddenly came from outside the courtyard, like a thunderclap, echoing throughout the entire mortuary.

"Qian Zhuo, get out here!"

The voice was urgent and angry, and extremely powerful. Even though the formation separated the inside from the outside, it still penetrated the formation, making Wan Yi's eardrums buzz, his blood and qi surge, and his internal magic power vibrate.

Wan Yi was somewhat surprised and uncertain.

What level of cultivation does the newcomer possess?

Qi refining?

Foundation building?

Wan Yi instinctively wanted to walk to the window to see who it was.

But after taking just one step, he abruptly stopped.

Curiosity killed the cat; we must not let ourselves be affected by it.

We must survive, we absolutely must survive.

Safety first!

Wan Yi quickly held his breath, pricked up his ears, and listened carefully to the sounds outside the courtyard.

At the same time, the sound of a door being pushed open came from outside the courtyard.

It must have been Qian Zhuo who went out.

Sure enough, Wan Yi heard Qian Zhuo's slightly weak voice:

"This disciple greets Martial Uncle Chen. May I ask what brings you here?"

Uncle Chen?

Wan Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly realized what was going on.

They really are from the Chen family.

It seems Jiang Chuan has spread the news.

Qian Zhuo is doomed now.

Even if he survives thanks to the protagonist's luck, he probably won't be able to stay in the sect.

I shouldn't have to worry about his threats anymore.

At the same time, a figure stood in the sky above the courtyard, surrounded by billowing clouds.

He was a square-faced young man with a three-strand beard, sharp eyes, and a terrifying aura emanating from him; he was clearly not someone to be trifled with.

Qian Zhuo looked up and, upon seeing the person's face, trembled with fear.

He recognized the face; it was his senior apprentice, Chen Songting, from the inner sect.

But why did this person approach me?

Has Chen Zizhi's affair been exposed?

That's impossible. How did Chen Songting know that Chen Zizhi was in his hands?

That woman was clearly seriously injured and couldn't even move.

Could it be that she possesses a communication device set up by the Chen family and secretly sent a message?

Chen Songting looked down at Qian Zhuo, a cold smile playing on his lips: "You've done something really big, do you still need to ask me?"

"Just tell me directly, where is the body of my niece, Chen Zizhi?"

"Who killed her?"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Songting raised his hand and waved it. The clouds around him instantly surged and gathered, transforming into a giant hand that reached out to grab Qian Zhuo.

Qian Zhuo was terrified and instinctively tried to use magic to resist, but his meager cultivation level was no match for Chen Songting, a Qi Refining cultivator.

The moment he managed to muster a wisp of magical power, it was sealed by the clouds and seized in their palms, leaving him as helpless as an ant.

Qian Zhuo was completely dumbfounded.

It really was for Chen Zizhi.

But how did Chen Songting know that Chen Zizhi was in his hands?

Obviously...

Suddenly, a figure flashed through Qian Zhuo's mind, and he instantly understood everything.

Left Reminder!

It must be that despicable bastard Zuo Shiyi!

He ruined himself!

Yes, it must be him.

Qian Zhuo had figured everything out.

Upon closer reflection, the whole thing seemed a bit off.

Normally, when Zuo Shiyi makes him do dirty work, the corpses he sends are always completely dead. How come this one is alive?

Moreover, the Chen family came knocking on my door right after I hid Chen Zizhi. What a coincidence!

It was clearly that black-hearted bastard Zuo Shiyi who deliberately threw this hot potato at me, wanting me to take the blame for him.

Could it be that I did too much dirty work for him and have too much evidence of his shameful crimes?

He was afraid that he would turn against him in the future, so he wanted to use the Chen family to get rid of him completely and eliminate any future trouble.

Qian Zhuoyue became increasingly angry, and in his mind he cursed Zuo Shiyi's ancestors for eighteen generations.

I worked diligently for him, always at his beck and call. Was it easy for me?

Unexpectedly, he was sold in the end.

The demonic cultivators have no sense of honor whatsoever.

At this moment, the giant hand formed from the clouds exerted a little force, and Qian Zhuo immediately grimaced in pain, feeling as if his entire body was about to be crushed.

Chen Songting said coldly, "You're about to die, so why not tell the truth?"

Qian Zhuo dared not delay, fearing that Chen Songting might strangle him if he was displeased, so he immediately cried out:

"Uncle Chen, you've misunderstood."

"What a huge misunderstanding!"

"Senior Sister Chen is not dead yet. She is the Left Remonstrance Official of the Inner Sect. He asked me to dispose of Senior Sister Chen's body."

"When I found out she was still alive, I couldn't bear to do it, so I secretly hid her. I absolutely didn't harm her in the slightest. You must believe me!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Songting's anger subsided considerably, replaced by a hint of urgency:

"Are you telling the truth? Zizhi is still alive?"

"Don't you dare lie to me. If I find out you're lying, I'll grind you to dust and make your soul vanish."

Qian Zhuo nodded vigorously: "I hid Senior Sister Chen in the cellar. The entrance to the cellar is in my room. You'll see that what I said is true when you go there."

Chen Songting's eyes darkened. Without saying a word, he picked up Qian Zhuo, his feet swirling with clouds, and in a flash, he appeared at the door of Qian Zhuo's room. He kicked the door open and strode inside.

He scanned the area with his divine sense and quickly located the cellar.

It was behind an inconspicuous cabinet in the corner of the room.

Although there was an array to conceal it, it was difficult to hide it from him.

Chen Songting raised his hand and waved it, sending out a cloud of energy that instantly shattered the array at the entrance to the cellar. The cabinet turned to dust, revealing a dark hole.

He grabbed Qian Zhuo and jumped down.

The cellar was small and dimly lit, and Chen Zizhi was immediately spotted curled up in the corner.

Chen Zizhi looked weak, her face was as pale as paper, her clothes were covered in mud, and her hair was messy, but she still couldn't hide her natural beauty, especially her long legs, which, although covered in mud, were still fair and plump.

Hearing the noise, Chen Zizhi weakly raised her head. When she saw that the person was Chen Songting, her voice trembled with excitement: "Uncle."

Chen Songting's face instantly lit up with joy. He quickly walked over, his expression full of heartache: "Zizhi, I'm so sorry you had to suffer. Your uncle is late, and I'm sorry you had to endure this."

"I'll take you to heal your wounds first. Our Chen family will settle all these scores one by one."

After saying that, Chen Songting picked up Chen Zizhi, and with clouds swirling beneath his feet, he turned and flew out of the cellar.

As for Qian Zhuo, he was naturally captured and taken back as well.

I must get to the bottom of this.

Soon, Chen Songting, along with Chen Zizhi and Qian Zhuo, rode on the clouds and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing above the mortuary, leaving only a faint trail of clouds behind.

Only after everything was over and Wan Yi heard no more noise outside did he cautiously move to the window and peek out like a thief.