Cultivation: Immunity to Negative Effects

"In your dreams! Since you won’t let me go, then we’ll both go down together. Even if I can’t kill all of you, I’ll make damn sure you don’t get off easy!"

"And even in death, I won’t let you have your way!"

The female cultivator’s face turned pale. But amidst her despair and fear, she found the resolve to fight to the death.

Clearly, any cultivator who reached the Foundation Establishment Realm was no pushover.

"Heh heh, is that so? Go on and try. We can still get what we want, even if you’re dead!"

The four masked cultivators sneered, completely unafraid.

"You..."

The female cultivator was so enraged her chest heaved, rendering her speechless as her face grew even paler.

The battle raged on. The four masked cultivators relentlessly hurled vulgar insults, trying to break the female cultivator’s concentration.

Clearly, though they claimed not to fear her desperation, they were actually quite wary and wanted to kill her at the lowest possible cost to themselves.

Their tactic proved effective. Soon, the female cultivator made a few mistakes, and her opponents seized the opportunity to land a blow, severely damaging even her Magic Robe.

Seeing this, the Cyan Cloud Sect cultivators’ jeers grew even more fervent.

’The fish rots from the head down. How true,’ Zhang Chi thought as he watched, shaking his head slightly. His heart filled with killing intent.

In truth, it wasn’t just the Cyan Cloud Sect. Cultivators from the other top Immortal Sects were not necessarily any better under certain circumstances.

But he had a grudge against the Cyan Cloud Sect, and the scene immediately brought to mind Yu Wan’s master, that Supreme Elder.

SWOOSH!

With a push of his hand, he sent Furnace Carbon hurtling through the air, straight toward the back of one of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s neck.

Simultaneously, the six-headed Spirit Snake dove from the sky, splitting into three groups to attack the remaining three Cyan Cloud Sect cultivators.

The Corpse Puppet and the host of Tier Two Beast Souls didn’t remain idle either, splitting up to join the assault.

"This is bad!"

"What’s happening?"

The Cyan Cloud Sect cultivators never dreamed such a thing would happen. A chill of terror shot through them instantly.

They immediately tried to flee, but it was too late.

The cultivator Zhang Chi had targeted was the first to be struck by the Sword Light. His defenses were effortlessly pierced, and a moment later, the Sword Light lopped off his head, killing him instantly.

After all, he was of the same tier as Zhang Chi, but his Cultivation Technique and Divine Soul were certainly inferior. Moreover, Zhang Chi’s Sword Control Technique and Flying Sword were exceptionally powerful. Given that it was a sneak attack, it would have been strange if it had failed.

The other three Cyan Cloud Sect Foundation Establishment Cultivators weren’t killed outright, but they were all sent spitting blood, gravely wounded and on the verge of death. Even the light from their Magical Artifacts dimmed and flickered precariously.

At this point, they could no longer spare a thought for the female cultivator from the Divine Sword Sect.

"Which senior is this? We are cultivators from the Cyan Cloud Sect! Please, show mercy! We’re willing to hand over everything we’ve gathered!"

"That’s right! We can also swear a Heart Demon Oath or sign a Spirit Contract to guarantee we won’t reveal what happened today."

Seeing their companion slain, the three Cyan Cloud Sect Foundation Establishment Cultivators were scared witless and immediately began begging for their lives.

Of course, what they truly wanted was to escape, but they had no opportunity. Under the relentless, storm-like assault, they couldn’t even free a hand to use a Spirit Talisman.

"This..."

The female cultivator was stunned, never expecting such a dramatic turn of events.

’Such incredible Swordsmanship... Could a senior brother from my Divine Sword Sect have arrived? Someone at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage or even the Peak?’

’But what’s with this Corpse Puppet, the Beast Souls, and that Demon Beast? The first two, especially... they feel like techniques of the Demon Dao. No, I can’t stay here long, no matter who this person is!’

But the female cultivator reacted quickly. Overjoyed, she immediately prepared to seize the opportunity to escape.

CRACK... CRACK...

But in that instant, the Sword Light flashed. The defenses of the three Cyan Cloud Sect Foundation Establishment Cultivators were shattered one after another, and their heads were sent flying.

At the same time, a tall, imposing, black-robed and masked cultivator had appeared nearby.

This cultivator was watching the female cultivator coldly.

He hadn’t moved, but the female cultivator had a premonition: if she made a single rash move, he would kill her instantly.

’I’m finished!’

The female cultivator felt as if she’d been plunged into an icy abyss, her heart filled with despair.

The Blood Flame burning around his body made it clear he was a Demonic Cultivator—perhaps even one from the Demon Dao who had infiltrated the Ten Great Immortal Sects.

But now that she had witnessed his methods, her chances of survival were slim to none.

"Why were they trying to kill you?"

the masked cultivator asked coldly. He was, of course, Zhang Chi.

"They... they had lecherous designs on me. I... I refused, so..." the female cultivator answered hurriedly.

BAM!

But before she could finish, her assailant vanished. In the next instant, a fist rapidly filled her vision, and her world went black as she lost consciousness.

In that final moment, she was filled with regret for not telling the truth, and with terror. But it was too late.

In fact, Zhang Chi hadn’t killed the female cultivator, merely knocked her unconscious. He then took her Storage Bag and Magical Artifacts for inspection and proceeded to search her person.

He soon found a small, rectangular box on her. Inside was a stalk of Profound Light Grass.

The Profound Light Grass still had dewdrops on its surface and soil clinging to its roots; it had clearly been harvested very recently.

’So it was a Core Formation Spiritual Object. No wonder she was being hunted, and no wonder she wouldn’t tell the truth!’

’But since I saved her, this Profound Light Grass is mine by right. The fact that I’m not killing her is already an act of extreme mercy.’

Zhang Chi’s eyes lit up at the sight of the Spirit Medicine, and everything clicked into place.

He immediately stored the Spirit Medicine away.

It seemed the female cultivator had spent all her Spirit Stones on Cultivation. Her Magical Artifacts and other possessions were of limited value, and she didn’t have a single Tier Two Spirit Medicine. After a moment’s thought, he decided not to take them.

Next, he took out a Jade Bottle, tipped out a red, finger-sized Elixir, and fed it to her.

But on second thought, feeling it wasn’t enough to be safe, he fed her the entire bottle. Only then did he gather the rest of his spoils and quickly depart.

That Elixir was called a Forgetfulness Pill. It had only one effect: to erase a cultivator’s short-term memories.

It was a Tier Two Middle Grade Elixir recorded in the Tier Two Alchemy knowledge Zhang Chi had inherited. He had thought it might be useful someday, so he had refined a few to keep on hand. Now, they had come in handy.

Of course, he could have waited until she was killed before intervening, or he could have taken her as a servant. But he felt the first option was too cold-blooded and the second too troublesome, so he had done neither.

—

"What happened? Where am I?"

Meanwhile, the female cultivator finally awoke a few moments later. Her head was splitting, and she had already forgotten everything that had just happened.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness!"

She was shocked to find the Spiritual Power Seal on her Storage Bag gone. She quickly checked inside and found that all her belongings were still there. Her Magical Artifact was also nearby. Only then did she let out a breath of relief.

"Junior Sister Wen, are you alright? Are you hurt? Where are the enemies? Didn’t you say you were being attacked?"

A moment later, an Escape Light streaked across the sky. From it emerged a beautiful female cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, wearing the identity token of the Divine Sword Sect at her waist.

Seeing that her junior sister from the same sect was unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief, though she was also extremely puzzled.