Even Immortals Can't Save Him

Wang Yonggui shook his head and sighed, a look of utter despair on his face.
"Even an immortal can't save me. It seems I'm completely useless. If this thing doesn't work, what's the point of cultivation?"
"Sister Xuannü, take me out of here! If my body stops breathing or some accident happens, my soul will be lost."

Xuannü looked at Wang Yonggui with her autumn-water eyes, seemingly deep in thought, wearing a seductive smile.
"Alright, then come here and hold me. I'll take you out."

This was the wife of the Demon King, an Ancient Female Demon, the one who had realized the *Sunü Heart Sutra* and was born with "Charming Bones." Wang Yonggui was a bit afraid. Thinking of Yang Qiuju, and for the sake of survival, he exhaled sharply and walked over. From behind, he reached out to embrace Xuannü, preparing to leave. He was instantly shocked, his pupils dilating. That chest was actually large enough for him to wrap his arms around with room to spare. Furthermore, this woman's devilish figure was swaying like a serpent at this moment.

Wang Yonggui felt his heart beating so hard he could suffocate. His face was beet red; in all his life, he had never touched a woman other than Yang Qiuju. How could he not be flustered now?

"Ha ha ha~ Master, how does it feel? Is it really not working?"

"My heart is racing, I'm very flustered, but it's still not 'better'."

"Then let's go out first! I'll help you think of a way. After all, I truly crave your pure Pure Yang Spirit; it's a heavenly treasure. It can help me recover my cultivation and heal my heavy injuries."

Taohua Village was silent. Every house had its lights off, shrouded in pitch darkness. The sinkhole cave behind the mountain was the same, under a bright starry sky and a clear moon. Only the occasional gust of wind made a faint sound.

Da Huang, with a kitchen knife still lodged in his head, was at his last gasp. He lay by the Heavenly Pit, looking down into the black abyss, tears constantly flowing.

Suddenly, Da Huang leaped up and began barking furiously into the sinkhole. Before long, Xuannü emerged from the bottom of the pit, carrying Wang Yonggui in her arms. Wang Yonggui's face was buried against her—a chest nearly as large as a man's head—and he almost suffocated to death. They landed on the ground and sat down.

Da Huang was ecstatic, wagging his tail and circling Wang Yonggui. Then, he looked at Jiutian Xuannü, his eyes filled with terror as he whimpered and lay flat on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

"Da Huang, don't bark, she's one of us."

Seeing the wound on Da Huang's head, Wang Yonggui's heart trembled. After his grandfather died, he had become useless, sorrowful, and self-deprecating, unable to hold his head high. Normally, it was Da Huang who kept him company in the orchard—they had been together for ten years.

"Da Huang, hang in there. I'm not who I was before. When we get back, I'll kill them all to avenge you!"

The knife in Da Huang's head couldn't be pulled out yet, otherwise he would lose too much blood, but Wang Yonggui performed some basic first aid. Meanwhile, Jiutian Xuannü stood on the ground, looking up at the beautiful starry sky with a sigh of admiration. It felt wonderful.

"So beautiful, so beautiful. The stars of the mortal realm are still the most magnificent."

After thousands of years in sunless darkness, the outside world was truly beautiful. She was finally free. Her heart was filled with excitement and joy. Demonic Qi swirled around her as she prepared to fly into the sky. When she was less than half a meter off the ground, the atmosphere suddenly churned with wind and rain. The world underwent a massive change. Reddish-black streaks formed, and thunder rumbled. Red Lightning Tribulation flashed within the clouds directly above her head, seemingly ready to strike at any moment, creating a sense of crushing pressure and rapid heartbeat.

"The World-Destroying Array! There are actually no more Gods in this world? What on earth happened? And the Spiritual Energy is so thin."

Having been suppressed for thousands of years, Xuannü was currently at the end of her rope. Fear appeared on her face, and she instantly withdrew her cultivation. The reddish glow in the sky vanished, revealing the starry sky once more. Wang Yonggui was completely unaware of what had just happened.

"Sister Xuannü, I was beaten to death by those people. Now that I'm back in the village, I'm going to get revenge. You have to help me!"

Hearing Wang Yonggui's words, Xuannü turned back, a seductive smile on her face.
"Master, you are the successor of Huang Tian. If you're still afraid of a few mortal thugs, you'll make your master lose face! Besides, with me here, no one under the heavens can defeat you. Go ahead with confidence! Just focus on your revenge."

"Mhm!" Wang Yonggui bit his lip determinedly. Then, leading Da Huang, he headed down the mountain toward Liuhua Village. Jiutian Xuannü followed behind, swaying her hips with an exaggerated poise. To be honest, her figure was like that of a fairy goddess or a holy mother from an anime—her proportions were somewhat exaggerated, the kind that only existed in fantasies.

It was probably around three in the morning. Wang Yonggui arrived at the door of Wang Mazhi's house. With Da Huang by his side, not a single dog in the settlement dared to bark. Having been beaten to death once, Wang Yonggui was still a bit afraid, so he turned back to look at Jiutian Xuannü.

"Sister Xuannü, these people are ruthless and cruel. they dare to kill. You have to help me!"

Xuannü nodded. "Mhm! They are just mortals; I can wipe them out with a wave of my hand. However, since you want to cultivate the *Eight-Nine Mysterious Art*, you naturally need to gain experience and learn how to fight. So, go ahead boldly. If it really doesn't work, I will use my magic power to help you."

Wang Yonggui felt a surge of strength upon hearing this. Gritting his teeth, he walked to the main gate.

"Da Huang, you wait for me here. I'll be right back."

Then, with a loud *bang bang bang*, he kicked the main door. Xuannü stood in place, covering her mouth and giggling.

"Ha ha ha, old man Huang Tian, you wanted to humiliate me by making me a servant and a 'furnace' for a mortal ant like Wang Yonggui. You even made me sign a covenant so I couldn't harbor murderous intent and had to protect him. But you forgot—if Immortals or Demons appeared, I could protect him. But this world has no Gods, so the place that sustains the covenant doesn't exist. If Wang Yonggui is beaten to death by a mortal without magic power, it has nothing to do with me and doesn't count as breaking the covenant. Ha ha ha~ Once this guy dies, I'll be truly free. This world will be mine to enjoy, without any restraints."

*Thump thump thump thump...!*

"Wang Mazhi, Er Bizi, Yang Liansheng! You three open up! I'm here for your dog lives!"

Wang Yonggui kicked the door arrogantly. Inside the room, the three men—Wang Mazhi and the others—were sitting on chairs, looking terrified. They were chain-smoking, the floor littered with cigarette butts, their fingers stained yellow. Yang Qiuju's hands and feet were tightly bound, and she was sitting in the corner of the wall, her face covered in tears. She couldn't make a sound because her mouth was stuffed with a towel.

All four people in the room suddenly widened their eyes, listening intently. After a moment of silence, Yang Liansheng spoke:
"That... that sounds like Wang Yonggui's voice! What's going on? We already beat Wang Yonggui to death and threw him into the sinkhole. Even if he didn't die from the beating, the fall should have killed him."

Wang Mazhi was also terrified, his eyes bulging like a bull's.
"Could it be Wang Yonggui's ghost coming back to claim our lives!"

Yang Qiuju also heard it clearly. She began to struggle, making muffled noises through her nose, wanting to go out. Er Bizi turned to look at her: "You woman, stay still! Now that Wang Yonggui is dead, you're mine. I'll make every night feel like your wedding night."

After speaking, he turned and gritted his teeth, looking at Wang Mazhi and Yang Liansheng.
"What's there to be afraid of! Even if he's not dead, if he dares to come looking for trouble, we'll just kill him again! Even if he's a vengeful spirit, I'll make his soul dissipate!"

The other two men nodded. "Mhm! Why should the living fear a dead ghost? Come, let's go out and see."