Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality - Chapter 297: Li Haoran is Probably Doomed

In the side room, Lu Yang lit an oil lamp, concentrating on his book, completely unaware of the green-clad silhouette appearing in the room.

Although Lu Yang appeared to be reading, he was actually communicating with the immortal in his spiritual space.

“Hmm? Lu Yang, have you done so many bad deeds that you were expelled from Dao Seeking Sect and now you’re living in a place like this?” Everlasting Fairy’s eyes sparkled with glee, clearly relishing his misfortune.

“…Your imagination is really something. Besides, other people measure their sleep by the hour, why do you measure yours by the day?”

Everlasting Fairy put her hands on her hips, puffing up indignantly, “How can an immortal be the same as a mortal?”

“Yes, yes, you’re unique, Fairy. So, can you go back to sleep now? I have things to do.”

“What things?” Everlasting Fairy’s interest was piqued.

Seeing that Everlasting Fairy wouldn’t let it go without hearing the whole story, Lu Yang had no choice but to explain everything.

“So, you’re trying to lure the female ghost over and capture her?”

“Exactly.”

“That’s simple, leave it to me,” Everlasting Fairy patted her chest confidently, exuding the same invincibility as the Invincible Core.

Everlasting Fairy, being in a soul state—essentially a ghost—was perfect for the current situation.

“Wait, aren’t you afraid of ghosts?” Lu Yang recalled how Everlasting Fairy had been terrified of the ghosts when they had visited the tomb built by the Great Elder.

“I’m not afraid of visible ghosts… No, I’m not afraid of ghosts at all!” Everlasting Fairy realized she had misspoken and quickly corrected herself.

“Alright, but don’t do anything out of line!” Lu Yang cautioned before relinquishing control of his body to Everlasting Fairy.

“My dear, I’m so lonely. Keep me company~~” The green-clad silhouette appeared before Lu Yang, looking at him affectionately, her voice sweet and enticing, enough to make one’s bones go soft.

Little did she know, this was no longer the same Lu Yang.

Lu Yang flashed a mischievous smile, suddenly pulling the green-clad figure into his arms.

The green-clad figure was taken aback. This wasn’t how Lu Yang had acted in the main hall earlier.

Lu Yang lifted the green-clad figure’s chin with his index finger and said in a flirtatious tone, “Lonely little beauty, do you need sister to keep you company?”

Lu Yang held the green-clad figure closely, his hands roaming freely. “You look pretty good, but your figure is lacking compared to mine.”

What did he mean her figure was lacking compared to his? And calling himself “sister”?

She didn’t seem like she was disguised as a man.

The green-clad figure felt a chill, thinking she had encountered a pervert.

“Come on, little beauty, the night is short, come play with sister.” Lu Yang laughed sinisterly, looking anything but decent.

The green-clad figure tried to escape, but found that Lu Yang’s grip was terrifyingly strong. Even with her Foundation Building Stage strength, she couldn’t break free.

“Trying to run?” Lu Yang lunged at her.

In the spiritual space, the real Lu Yang lunged at Everlasting Fairy.

“Yellow Bean, you bastard! What are you trying to do with my body?!”

“Just having some fun, not the real thing,” Everlasting Fairy ran away.

“That’s not acceptable either, it damages my image!”

…

Meng Jingzhou pretended to be fast asleep, struggling to suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth, quietly waiting for the female ghost to arrive.

The female ghost appeared beside Meng Jingzhou’s bed, dressed in red like a bride.

The red-clad ghost blew gently on Meng Jingzhou, making him drowsy.

“My dear, wake up.” The red-clad ghost’s soft voice whispered in Meng Jingzhou’s ear.

Meng Jingzhou groggily woke up, seeing the red-clad female ghost and hesitated, “Who are you?”

“My dear, have you forgotten? I am your wife.”

Meng Jingzhou’s eyes lit up. The effect of his Twin Single Golden Cores was working. She claimed to be his wife at first sight!

He needed to stay calm, not get ahead of himself.

He then returned to his dazed look.

The red-clad ghost’s rosy lips slowly approached Meng Jingzhou, and his heart pounded with excitement.

Bang—

Before her lips could touch him, an invisible force from Meng Jingzhou’s body knocked her away, rendering her unconscious. Her lips were swollen from the energy, resembling sausages, completely losing their charm.

The Single Golden Core, akin to a brilliant sun, was upright and unyielding, centered in the dantian, guarding all directions. Evil beings such as demons and ghosts couldn’t come close.

The Twin Single Golden Cores’s effect was naturally even stronger.

Meng Jingzhou: “…”

The ghost couldn’t even touch him.

…

In the main hall, Li Haoran lay in front of the half Buddha statue, keeping his senses alert for any movements.

He didn’t dare to make a move easily, fearing the ghost might detect it.

She’s here!

A white-clad figure quietly approached Li Haoran, unaware that every move had already been detected by him.

Whoosh—

The white-clad ghost exhaled a breath of cold air, making Li Haoran shiver.

“Who are you?” Li Haoran jumped in fright upon seeing the white-clad female ghost.

The white-clad ghost spoke softly, “Don’t be afraid, kind sir. I am just a lonely ghost without any spiritual qi, seeking a bit of your yang energy.”

She looked pitiful and harmless.

Li Haoran didn’t believe her words for a second. How could she have no spiritual qi when her ghostly form was solid, her mind clear, and she emitted a faint spiritual qi?

Late Foundation Building Stage.

What rotten luck, running into a ghost of the same level.

“I will make you feel very comfortable,” the white-clad ghost whispered seductively, making his heart itch.

Li Haoran was puzzled. By now, Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou should have made a big commotion catching their ghosts. Why was there no sound?

Had something gone wrong?

Li Haoran decided not to expose the ghost’s lies and to play along to extract some information.

“Why do ghosts need yang energy? To come back to life?”

“You’re joking, sir. Ghosts can’t come back to life. Gathering a bit of yang energy is just for survival.”

As she flirted, the white-clad ghost climbed onto Li Haoran, their eyes locking.

Suddenly, the main hall door was pushed open, and a young girl rushed in.

“Excuse me, is anyone here? I’ve run out of travel funds. Can I stay here for the night?”

The girl stood tall, dressed plainly, yet she had no travel bag. The ground around the temple was muddy, but her shoes were spotless.

Li Haoran and the white-clad ghost both stared at the sudden arrival.

The girl was also stunned by the scene. This was her first time traveling, and she wondered if the outside world was this open, even engaging in such activities in a dilapidated temple?

Feeling awkward, the girl didn’t expect to encounter such a situation. Even with her limited worldly knowledge, she knew to avoid this.

She instinctively wanted to turn and leave but found the man lying on the ground somewhat familiar.

The girl silently stepped forward, confirming she wasn’t mistaken.

She looked down at Li Haoran, her smile not reaching her eyes, and asked softly, her voice gentler than the white-clad ghost’s:

“Father, what are you doing?”

Li Haoran swallowed hard, feeling that he was probably doomed.

The girl was none other than Qin Yanyan, Li Haoran’s daughter from his past life.

(End of the chapter)