Immortality System: Cultivating with Girls

The voice fell silent as several more Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunders descended, accompanied by screams of agony. These thunderbolts pierced through Feng Ruoli's limbs and chest, blasting her into the deepest recesses of her Sea of Sense. Her Sea of Sense was nearly depleted, with only a meager amount of Divine Consciousness Power remaining at its depths. At this moment, Feng Ruoli had truly reached the end of her tether.

"Wen Zhixing, spare me!" Enduring the severe pain, Feng Ruoli spoke, then took a deep breath. "Spare me! Si Nanyan is no match for Mu Yunqing. We must join forces to contend with him."

"It's too late!" Wen Zhixing's face remained resolute and cold. He pointed a finger forward, and another beam of light shot straight towards her.

"No..." This time, Feng Ruoli was truly afraid; she could clearly sense Wen Zhixing's intent to kill.

BOOM!

A point of light entered between Feng Ruoli's eyebrows. An overwhelmingly violent force swept through her, and Feng Ruoli felt her consciousness beginning to blur.

"Wen Zhixing, spare... my... life…" The tremendous will to live allowed Feng Ruoli to gather the last of her strength. While resisting this power, she began to plead for mercy. She really didn't want to die.

That's about enough, Wen Zhixing thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. Very good. Feng Ruoli's last Divine Soul Force is completely expended. Now it can be done without fail. This was his first time using the Enslave Skill, and Wen Zhixing did not want to fail. His Divine Soul Force was not particularly strong; this was never his forte. So, despite Feng Ruoli being so weakened, Wen Zhixing continued to be extremely cautious, even acting again to exhaust her remaining Divine Soul Force. A prey within grasp must not be carelessly allowed to slip away. The fact proves that Feng Ruoli still had some strength to resist. Being cautious was correct.

Just then, that point of light finally burrowed into the center of Feng Ruoli's divine soul.

"If you want to live, do not resist," Wen Zhixing's voice was chillingly cold.

"Yes…" Hearing this, Feng Ruoli felt as if she had heard the sounds of heaven. This sentence means I won't die! With this thought, Feng Ruoli's entire being seemed to deflate, and she collapsed.

"Slave imprint, condense!" Seeing her condition, Wen Zhixing stretched out his right hand and clenched it fiercely.

Feng Ruoli felt as if thousands of silver needles were pricking her all over; the pain was unbearable. But she did not utter a sound. She gritted her teeth and endured, not daring to resist. Now, for the sake of survival, I have no choice.

A moment later, a golden seal was engraved within her divine soul. Feng Ruoli felt as though she had lost control over her own divine soul; everything was now controlled by the imprint.

"Success!" Wen Zhixing looked at the shining slave imprint with a smile on his face. However, it wasn't over yet. His body also began to dissipate, finally rushing directly into Feng Ruoli's body.

BUZZ!

A majestic Divine Soul Force surged forth. It caused Feng Ruoli's divine soul, which had been on the verge of shattering, to slowly begin recovering. But correspondingly, her divine soul was further dominated by the slave imprint. The imprint grew larger, extending numerous tendrils that continuously rooted themselves deeper into her divine soul. The sheer density of these tendrils was enough to make one's scalp tingle. The two soon became indistinguishable from each other. To remove this slave imprint is almost an impossibility. This method is far more effective than Si Nanyan's devil seed control method, or any venomous worm control technique.

At this moment, Feng Ruoli had completely become a servant. It could even be said that her divine soul no longer belongs to her. Any negative thoughts are impossible to arise; even if they do, they will be instantly erased.

"Success!" Outside, Wen Zhixing's lips curled upwards. He was carrying the unconscious Feng Ruoli, striding along the outskirts of the battlefield. A mark was beginning to emerge on Feng Ruoli's forehead—it was the successfully planted slave imprint. It's a pity that due to her severe injuries, coupled with this ordeal, she has fallen into unconsciousness. Otherwise, she would probably rise and call me "Master".

The next moment, the prompt panel popped up:

[Enslave Skill successfully used, slave imprint has been successfully planted!]

[Feng Ruoli has become your first servant!]

[The servant will absolutely obey you and cannot betray you.]

[If there are thoughts of betrayal, the slave imprint will directly explode and exterminate the servant.]

Wen Zhixing was slightly taken aback upon seeing these panel prompts. HISS... How brutal... to just kill like that... She can't even have a single rebellious thought. I might have to remind Feng Ruoli later, or else she could self-destruct at any moment.

[Note: Feng Ruoli's Divine Soul Force is far greater than yours, and your divine soul is too weak. Current controllable slave number: 1/2.]

I can only control two slaves? Wen Zhixing frowned slightly upon learning this. This was somewhat beyond his expectations, but it was also normal. The members of the Wonderous Palace all practiced the Fortune Divine Devil Skill. He had originally planned to enslave a few more people; after all, revenge didn't always have to involve killing. Since I can only enslave two, I'll have to resort to killing! His gaze fell upon Si Nanyan and Mu Yunqing. I have no intention of letting these two go.

Right, Wen Miner was thinking of going undercover by Feng Ruoli's side... Wen Zhixing suddenly remembered Wen Miner. They had met a few days prior. As per the original plan, Wen Miner was to succeed in cultivating the Fortune Divine Devil Skill and then go undercover. Unfortunately, things progressed too quickly. Wen Miner hadn't even finished her cultivation retreat, and Feng Ruoli had already been captured by him.

"Get in," Wen Zhixing said, promptly opening his Universe Belt and storing Feng Ruoli inside. Feng Ruoli is of no help now.

Having done all this, he turned his attention back to Si Nanyan and Mu Yunqing, who were still embroiled in a fierce battle, fighting to the death. Because of their desperate struggle, they hadn't noticed his minor actions.

This Si Nanyan's foundation isn't weak either... Wen Zhixing observed closely. Even after so long, Si Nanyan still had the strength to continue fighting. It was known that Feng Ruoli's Sea of Qi had been completely drained. Although Mu Yunqing had the upper hand, his condition wasn't great either. Feng Ruoli's previous all-in sword strike had caused him considerable harm, and the consecutive battles further exacerbated his injuries. But any discerning person could see that unless something unexpected happened, Si Nanyan was undoubtedly going to lose; she was already on a downhill trajectory.

Mu Yunqing, however, never let his guard down. I finally understand why the Wonderous Palace has stood for so many years, he thought. My own strength is clearly superior to Si Nanyan's, but I still can't bring her down. Si Nanyan's cards in her hand are plentiful. As the only person from the Wonderous Palace who had been in contact with Murong Fenghua multiple times, she naturally wouldn't be short of resources.

"Brother Mu, I'm here to help you!" At that moment, Zhang Tiancheng, who had been watching the battle, suddenly spoke up with a deep voice. Before Mu Yunqing could respond, Zhang Tiancheng had already charged into the fray.

"Good!" Mu Yunqing raised an eyebrow but didn't refuse. Zhang Tiancheng might not be strong, but at this point, any added strength is welcome.

"Wang Shouzhen, come quickly and lend me a hand!" Just then, Si Nanyan's telepathic message rang out in Wen Zhixing's mind. Yun Xinyue is about to make a move. Si Nanyan wants to gather our forces and finish off Mu Yunqing.

"Kill!" Zhang Tiancheng roared, attacking them both! His eyes surged with tremendous Divine Soul Force, and a streak of golden light started to circulate. A terrifyingly powerful force erupted from his fists.

"No, you're not..." Mu Yunqing was already somewhat wary of Zhang Tiancheng. Now, sensing the powerful Divine Soul Force emanating from him, Mu Yunqing instantly realized something was terribly wrong. This person is definitely not Zhang Tiancheng!

PTOO!

A large mouthful of fresh blood spurted from Mu Yunqing's mouth. The punch was too fast and fierce; even though he sensed something was amiss, he couldn't dodge it.

"Good!" Si Nanyan laughed heartily. It's time to end this. She flipped her slender white hands, and her Divine Soul Force shone brightly. A powerful attack bombarded Mu Yunqing's body, sending him flying backward.

"You... deserve... death..." Mu Yunqing spat out blood as he fled.

"Brother Mu..." However, in the next moment, another voice came from behind him.

Before he could turn around—THWACK!

A blade pierced through his back. Unbeknownst to him, a mist of blood had appeared behind him.