Chapter 492: Severing Affection, Treating the Furnace as a Tool
Honestly, Wei Tu’s dislike of Fu Linglong was mostly because she was vengeful to the extreme—relentlessly hunting him down a hundred years ago and ruthlessly setting up Ji Zhang. Her methods were just too over the top.
Other than that, it wasn’t like she acted like other women after becoming intimate with him—constantly clinging and flattering.
As for the Nine Secrets of Vitality...
As long as she didn’t leak the original technique, it wasn’t that big a deal if she knew about it.
There were plenty of orthodox cultivators who practiced demonic secret arts in this world.
Besides, he now held Fu Linglong’s life in his hands and knew her weaknesses. No matter how bold she acted, she wouldn’t dare mess around when it came to her own survival.
From another angle—
If she dared bring up the drawback of him using her Buddha heart for cultivation right to his face, then it probably meant she had no intention of leaking the Nine Secrets of Vitality.
She just wanted to use it to get the upper hand in their dynamic, to take control in their interactions.
Still, even though he figured all this out, Wei Tu didn’t show her any leniency. Without hesitation, he cut off the tiny sliver of pity he’d felt for her after their intimacy.
“Just treat her as a furnace tool, that’s all.”
Wei Tu’s eyes turned cold. With a single hand seal, he activated the Blood Spirit Threads he had secretly planted inside Fu Linglong, punishing her directly.
It was obvious she had become increasingly arrogant, trying to gain the upper hand. She must’ve seen him as a “gentleman” and thought she could take advantage of that.
But what Fu Linglong didn’t know was—
He was a rogue cultivator who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. When it came to getting things done, he was never softer than any demonic cultivator.
He’d treat orthodox cultivators with the rules of the orthodox path. But when facing those of the demonic path, he’d be even more ruthless than the demons themselves.
In the next instant—
Two fine red lines appeared on Fu Linglong’s snow-white neck, slithering like snakes. They moved wildly across her flawless body.
Seeing this, Fu Linglong was shocked at first. Then her limbs twitched, and she began wailing in pain.
She writhed on the ground, her face twisted in agony. The smug attitude she had earlier while ordering Wei Tu around was completely gone.
“Blood Spirit Threads?” Fu Linglong instantly understood. That piercing pain had to be from the demonic restriction Wei Tu planted in her a few days ago.
But before she could react, pain exploded all over her body. Her limbs, bones, and meridians felt like they were being hacked apart inch by inch with steel blades.
“You heartless bastard!”
She screamed and rolled around on the ground, cursing him through her tears, completely forgetting the pleasure from the night before.
She, Fu Linglong, had seriously considered accepting Wei Tu as her husband just earlier.
“Stop it! Stop!”
“Linglong admits her mistake!”
After yelling a few more times, she couldn’t take the pain from the Blood Spirit Threads anymore. She looked up at Wei Tu, teary-eyed, and begged pitifully.
“Wei Langjun, Wei daoxiong, husband, my love, stop, please. Linglong will listen to you from now on. I won’t mess around again. I swear the Nine Secrets of Vitality will rot in my belly—I won’t speak a single word of it.”
Her eyes were red as she spoke rapidly.
“Really?”
Wei Tu’s expression softened slightly. With a flick of his sleeve, he stopped controlling the Blood Spirit Threads.
“Really! Linglong adores husband the most. How could I possibly reveal your ultimate technique? If not for that demonic art, how could you have saved me from the abyss?”
“Linglong still knows her place.”
Feeling the pain in her body vanish, Fu Linglong let out a few heavy breaths. She clenched her silver teeth, shot a glare at Wei Tu, then smiled and said each word clearly.
Wei Tu couldn’t tell if she was being sincere or just mouthing off. But then he remembered he’d already planted a demonic restriction in her body and could monitor her location at all times. So, he let go of the concern for now.
Besides, even if others found out that he cultivated this secret art, all they’d know was that he had this one technique. It wouldn't really threaten his life.
Information was critical in a fight, yes—but at the Nascent Soul stage, it wasn’t enough to kill you.
“The Nine Secrets of Vitality is a demonic cultivation art. Since you've already seen it, I’ll allow you to cultivate it yourself. But you’re not allowed to reveal even a single word of it to anyone…”
“If you do, even if I have to chase you through the heavens and the underworld, I’ll kill you. I won’t show any mercy for what happened between us.”
Wei Tu’s face was cold as he glanced at Fu Linglong and spoke sternly.
“This young lady... Linglong understands.” Fu Linglong was startled by the seriousness in his expression. She quickly raised her hand and swore to him.
But right after she made the oath, she realized Wei Tu wasn’t done. He began walking toward her step by step, and she instinctively shrank back.
“Wei Tu, what are you doing?”
Fu Linglong’s face was filled with fear. She really didn’t want to go through the torture of the Blood Spirit Threads again.
“To dual cultivate using your Buddha heart.”
Then came Wei Tu’s flat voice in her ear.
Hearing this, Fu Linglong let out a long sigh of relief. As long as he wasn’t using the demonic restriction to torment her again, she could handle it.
‘Just think of him… as the antidote for the Blue-Faced Flood Dragon poison in my body.’
Fu Linglong gritted her teeth, talked herself into it, and stepped forward to hug him and press herself against him.
Earlier, she had asked him to dual cultivate mostly because she was curious about the pleasure of it. But her real goal was to use the yin-yang fusion to break through the block the Blue-Faced Flood Dragon poison had placed on her spiritual power.
In short, dual cultivating with Wei Tu didn’t bring her huge benefits, but they were still meaningful.
...
Time passed.
In the blink of an eye, several months went by.
“Almost there.” As their bodies and spiritual energy merged, Wei Tu’s mind sank deep into his consciousness, focusing on the line that had appeared on his golden-purple destiny mark.
“Nine Secrets of Vitality (17/100): Practice once every five days, success in four hundred years.”
He had only gotten this technique from Ancestor Chilong about a year ago, yet he’d already made this much progress. It was something he would’ve thought impossible before.
But now, with Fu Linglong’s Buddha heart assisting him, he had to believe it.
The cultivation world was vast, full of countless fateful encounters.
Fu Linglong was, without doubt, one of the biggest chances he’d come across in his four hundred years of cultivation.
“It’s done!”
Half a day later, Wei Tu noticed a blood-colored jade seal forming inside his dantian. A flicker of joy immediately appeared between his brows.
Now, inside his dantian, aside from this new blood seal, there were already two others—nearly identical in appearance—floating near his Nascent Soul.
Clearly, the Nine Secrets of Vitality, this demonic cultivation art, had reached the Minor Accomplishment stage in just these few short months. He’d successfully formed three secret seals.
‘If I’d had these three seals a few months ago, even if my identity had been exposed, I’d have had enough confidence to rescue Fu Linglong from Ji Yifeng.’
Wei Tu thought silently to himself.