Immortality System: Cultivating with Girls

"Enslave Skill!"

Wen Zhixing's voice was gentle, laced with threads of seduction.

He hung his head low, his slowly widening eyes flickering with an unusual brilliance.

Opportunity.

Finally, he had found his chance!

Wen Zhixing's heart was secretly thrilled and agitated.

He had waited so long, and finally, the day had arrived.

Playing the back-stabber for so long, all for this moment.

Now Feng Ruoli's divine soul was weakened to an extreme; the probability of him successfully implanting a slave imprint in her was exceedingly high!

"Enslave... Skill?"

Feng Ruoli heard these words, her long, dense eyelashes trembling slightly, as if sensing something amiss.

However, it was a bit too late.

Wen Zhixing's eyes narrowed, a frightening gleam shining forth!

In an instant, a powerful Divine Soul Force shot out from his pupils.

BUZZ!

Just as Feng Ruoli opened her eyes, she was instantly dazed.

The overwhelming Divine Soul Force surged into the center of her forehead.

"You..."

Feng Ruoli's lips moved slightly, then her movements ceased, her eyes beginning to lose focus.

Wen Zhixing's lips curled slightly, his large hand gently caressing Feng Ruoli's back as he soothed, "Phoenix Palace Master... relax... it'll be over soon... very soon..."

At this moment, tumultuous, towering waves instantly churned in Feng Ruoli's Sea of Sense.

Her already depleted Sea of Sense was rapidly being exhausted once more.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A thunderous roar sounded. Endless Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder instantly descended from the void!

"Ah!"

From the depths of the Sea of Sense, exceedingly agonized voices emerged.

There lay an extremely weak divine soul.

It was none other than Feng Ruoli, who had nearly exhausted a vast portion of her Divine Soul Force.

Under the bombardment of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder, her form began to waver, turning ethereal.

Above the Sea of Sense, a divine soul silhouette condensed from Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder strode through the void.

Wen Zhixing's eyelids drooped as he looked down upon her.

"Wang Shouzhen... you..."

Feng Ruoli's head tilted back slightly, her exquisitely ethereal face pale and bloodless.

She didn't understand.

Why?

Wang Shouzhen had clearly risked his life to save her.

But now, why was he attacking her?

"Phoenix Palace Master, don't you recognize me anymore?"

Wen Zhixing watched the nearly shattered form of Feng Ruoli and spoke with a light chuckle.

As he finished speaking, his appearance began to change.

He grew taller, and his features deepened.

In a moment, he took on another familiar appearance.

"You... Wang Shouzhen... it's not... you... you are Wen... Wen Zhixing!"

Realizing this, Feng Ruoli's beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

How could this be!

Wang Shouzhen turned out to be Wen Zhixing.

Why had this happened?

The Wen Zhixing they had been searching for all this time had been active right under their noses?

"It's me."

Wen Zhixing gave a slight smile, saying, "It has been a long time, Phoenix Palace Master."

"It really is you..."

A moment of astonishment flashed through Feng Ruoli's eyes.

The situation before her was too bewildering; she struggled to accept it.

CRACK!

A bolt of Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder struck down.

Feng Ruoli's form shook violently, and she immediately fell to her knees.

"Phoenix Palace Master, I saved your life. How will you thank me?"

Wen Zhixing's figure slowly descended from the air.

Surrounded by Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder, he seemed like the god of thunder incarnate.

Mere proximity caused her Sea of Sense to churn, as if it were about to be utterly destroyed.

The already weakened divine soul of Feng Ruoli trembled instinctively.

Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder was the bane of most divine souls.

This was the thunder of Divine Tribulation, which few divine souls could endure.

"Wen Zhixing... you're actually Wen Zhixing... To think that I, Feng Ruoli, would fall into your hands."

Feng Ruoli's disheveled hair fluttered as she unsteadily stood up, her teeth biting her nearly bloodless lips. "But it's better to die by your hand than by Mu Yunqing's. Do it, kill me."

Her voice carried a tinge of bitterness and despair, along with a trace of unwillingness.

Wen Zhixing looked down, only to see Feng Ruoli's once bright and profound eyes now empty, devoid of spirit.

As their eyes met, Wen Zhixing felt a pang of pity for such a vulnerable Feng Ruoli.

It was a shame she was a divine soul and couldn't cry. If there were also tear stains, that pear-blossoms-in-the-rain look... Wen Zhixing felt his heart would melt at the sight. Mm, that was exactly his preference.

"Die!"

However, just then, Feng Ruoli's eyes suddenly regained their sharpness, filled with coldness.

In that previous glance, she had used a Devil Secret Skill—Eyes of Enchantment.

Her aim was to bewitch Wen Zhixing.

The next moment, a strange light shot towards Wen Zhixing's forehead.

This was Feng Ruoli's last resort.

"Die!"

BOOM!

Several more bolts of Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder descended.

The strange light was shattered before it could even reach Wen Zhixing.

"UGH..."

Feng Ruoli instantly trembled, her entire being becoming ethereal once again.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Wen Zhixing, however, merely clapped his hands, his eyes perfectly clear, showing no sign of enchantment, "Truly worthy of being the Phoenix Palace Master, even now, still putting on an act."

Feng Ruoli's trick had been quite good.

Unfortunately, her Divine Soul Force was too depleted, and the attack lacked power.

That performance just now was brilliant.

He rather enjoyed it.

"Wen Zhixing... you..."

Seeing her secret skill ineffective, panic finally entered Feng Ruoli's eyes.

Wen Zhixing seemed much stronger than she had imagined.

Just what kind of transformation had Wen Zhixing undergone in this short period?

"Phoenix Palace Master, I'm not the same Wen Zhixing whose essence you once absorbed."

Wen Zhixing laughed lightly.