Mortal: I really didn't want to be reborn as Zi Ling!

Chapter 25 The Remnants of Red Warmth

"Not bad. It would be even better if we killed it quickly."

There was a moment of silence in my mind.

The voice of the broken pearl echoed softly: "...What did you say?"

"What? You can't do it?"

Zi Ling raised an eyebrow. Although she was already quite satisfied with the scene before her, her tone still carried a hint of provocation: "Really? Didn't you say you could even kill a Taiyi True Immortal? How come you couldn't kill a mere Core Formation cultivator?"

The remaining pearl fell silent.

Zi Ling could feel the broken bead deep in her sea of consciousness tremble slightly, as if something was boiling inside.

"Who says it can't be done!"

Remnant Pearl's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "If that guy hadn't used his natal magic weapon to block it, if a Nascent Soul cultivator hadn't suddenly possessed him! I would have smashed him into a pulp long ago!"

"But he didn't die."

Zi Ling spoke calmly, as if stating a fact.

"I already said! He's possessed by a Nascent Soul, and his strength is already close to that of a Pseudo-Nascent Soul! Under normal circumstances, I would have already—"

"But he didn't die."

Zi Ling repeated it again.

The sound of the broken pearl was stuck in his throat, as if someone was choking him.

"But I rescued that big-breasted woman!"

Zi Ling finally revealed her true intentions: "So—you only fulfilled half of your promise?"

"half?!"

Canzhu's voice immediately rose eight octaves: "I not only saved her, I saved you both! If it weren't for me, neither you nor your mother would have escaped!"

Zi Ling remained unmoved: "But he's not dead. Your promise isn't fulfilled."

"you--"

The broken pearl instantly flushed red, its words flying like a machine gun: "You can't do this! Helping you is helping me! I've already acknowledged you as my master, would I harm you?!"

Zi Ling raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone tinged with amusement: "You look like you have an unknown origin. You're most likely something made by a demonic cultivator. I can't believe it."

"@#￥%……"

A string of vulgarities surged from the depths of her consciousness, but Zi Ling remained expressionless as she blocked the transmission from the broken pearl.

The broken pearl jumped and cursed wildly in her mind, but no sound came out.

As Zi Ling watched the broken bead tremble wildly in her sea of consciousness, with even more cracks appearing on its surface, she felt a little more at ease.

It seems this thing really can't do anything to me.

Otherwise, the defenses wouldn't have been breached.

Just as she was about to ask Remnant Pearl what it wanted her to do, Remnant Pearl suddenly fell silent in her mind.

"You said it."

The voice of the broken pearl rang out again, this time without anger or rage, but with an eerie calm: "If you kill him, you'll help me collect the fragments and restore me to my former state?"

Zi Ling was taken aback.

She hadn't expected the broken pearl to break through her defenses.

To my surprise, the other party only asked me to help it collect the missing parts.

"You really have a way to kill him?"

Zi Ling's tone carried a hint of curiosity.

She knew the remnant pearl had a mysterious origin and must possess some skill. But the other party was already in a broken body, barely clinging to life within her sea of consciousness. In such a state, how could they possibly kill a fake Nascent Soul cultivator possessed by a Nascent Soul old monster?

"Hehehe—"

Remnant Pearl's laughter sent chills down Zi Ling's spine: "The Ancestor said he could even kill a Taiyi. What can a mere fake infant do to me? Not only can I kill him—I can also make you kill him yourself!"

Zi Ling's heart skipped a beat.

A bad feeling rose from the bottom of my heart.

"etc."

She quickly stopped her, saying, "No need, I feel like this is enough!"

"Is that enough?"

Remnant Pearl's voice instantly turned shrill: "That's not enough! He's not even dead yet!!!"

"No one can underestimate me, your ancestor!!!"

Before she could finish speaking, Zi Ling felt the broken bead deep in her sea of consciousness tremble violently.

A tiny fragment broke off from the broken bead.

The fragment was extremely small, but it was undoubtedly adding insult to injury for the already damaged bead.

The light on the bead dimmed slightly for a moment, as if it were about to go out.

"No, no, no—there's really no need to kill me! I agree to your conditions! I'm willing to help you rebuild your body and retrieve your lost fragments within the limits of my abilities!"

Zi Ling's bad premonition grew stronger and stronger, and she almost shouted the last few words.

"Hehehe—"

Remnant Pearl's laughter echoed in Zi Ling's sea of consciousness, carrying a strange sense of satisfaction: "It's too late."

"Yamete!!!"

Zi Ling only had time to shout out this one sentence.

"Melt it for me!!!"

A sharp shout exploded in her mind along with the broken pearl, making her vision go black.

The collapsed fragment had somehow left her sea of consciousness and gone straight into her dantian.

It was just a tiny fragment, smaller than a fingernail.

But the moment it entered the dantian—

boom.

Zi Ling felt as if her dantian was being burst by something.

The kind of swelling that comes from the inside out, as if it's about to burst her whole being.

The barrier in the dantian expanded continuously under the impact of that force, like a balloon being inflated to its limit, ready to burst at any moment.

The once empty dantian was filled with that fragment.

No, it's not about filling it up.

It means to stretch it out.

three times.

The dantian expanded to more than three times its normal size.

The excruciating pain spread from her lower abdomen to her limbs and bones, as if countless needles were simultaneously piercing every inch of her meridians and every acupoint.

Zi Ling wanted to shout, but no sound came out; she wanted to faint, but she couldn't.

She didn't know what it felt like for a woman to give birth, but at this moment she felt she understood.

If it were really childbirth, she could choose a cesarean section, but she could only endure the pain, cursing Canzhu's ancestors for eighteen generations in her heart, and in the most awful way.

But all of this is far from over.

On the sea.

The blood-red shark-man, over thirty feet tall, suddenly froze, like a statue, remaining motionless in the gesture of throwing a punch.

Then—

boom.

Its body began to collapse from the outside.

Dark red flesh transformed into countless fine blood threads, peeling off the massive body and converging in the air to form streams of blood.

The blood streaks swirled in mid-air for a moment, then all turned around and surged toward Zi Ling, who was already enveloped in blood light.

Overwhelming.

Densely packed.

Thousands upon thousands of blood threads converged from all directions, enveloping Zi Ling entirely.

They intertwined, tangled, and solidified, forming a giant blood-red cocoon in the blink of an eye.

The giant cocoon was three zhang tall, its surface covered with dark red patterns that undulated slightly like blood vessels, radiating a scorching heat.

The air was filled with a strong smell of rust, the smell of blood being evaporated by the high temperature.

Zhou Yuan, who was standing to the side, stared wide-eyed.

She watched as the blood cocoon enveloped her daughter, frozen in place as if she had been frozen in place.

"Ning'er—"

Her voice was trembling.

Inside the blood cocoon, Zi Ling was in even greater pain.

That fragment was like a bottomless pit, frantically devouring the surging blood.

A level-five demon core was peeled out from the blood vessels and absorbed into the fragments.

Then there are the evil pills condensed by the cultivators of Jiyin Island.

Next is the inner core of the Wood Dragon Immortal.

The three inner cores were swallowed up by the fragments one after another, like pebbles thrown into an abyss, without even a splash.

Zi Ling's cultivation level is increasing rapidly.