I am a Late Bloomer in the Immortal World

Chapter 488: Ji Yifeng Appears, Ensnared by Lustful Poison

"Now that the Blood Spirit Threads have taken hold, your life is in my hands. I can also sense your location.""But as long as you promise not to harm me or my family from now on, these threads will never be triggered."

"Likewise, I promise not to use these two demonic restrictions to threaten you again today."

"From this moment on, we’re nothing but strangers."

Wei Tu glanced at Fu Linglong and spoke in a deep voice.

"Strangers from now on?"

Hearing this, Fu Linglong exhaled with relief.

Just as she thought—Wei Tu might act despicably, but that didn’t mean his intentions were low. Like her, he was simply trying to protect his loved ones.

She could only blame her own character…

'What does that have to do with my character?'

Fu Linglong scoffed inwardly. She didn’t think her personality was that bad.

Still, after this whole incident, the favor she’d once felt toward Wei Tu—back when he’d rejected her twice a hundred years ago—had completely vanished.

After all, she wasn’t shameless enough to fall for someone who was now her enemy.

"Fine! Since Daoist Wei says so, then I swear—I'll never step foot in Ying Ding Tribe again."

Fu Linglong raised her hand and made a solemn vow.

Seeing this, the tense expression on Wei Tu’s face eased slightly. He nodded, flicked his sleeve, and turned into a streak of green light, flying away from the Fu residence.

But even after leaving, Wei Tu didn’t depart from Peach Immortal City. Instead, he hid his presence and stayed behind, observing Fu Linglong's next move.

If she dared make a move against his friends or family, he would not hesitate to kill her for real next time.

Besides, the Blood Spirit Threads would take three full days to fully merge with Fu Linglong's body.

Until then, he had to keep a constant watch in case she sought outside help to remove the demonic restriction.

...

After Wei Tu left, Fu Linglong’s face immediately darkened. Her chest rose and fell with anger.

"That bastard Wei Tu actually dared to plant a demonic restriction inside me."

She cursed a few times, then sat down cross-legged and looked inward at her Nascent Soul.

But soon she sighed in frustration.

She could clearly see the Five Element Spirit-Control Rings Wei Tu had placed on her Nascent Soul, but the Blood Spirit Threads were completely invisible.

And the Spirit-Control Rings were so durable that, as a newly advanced Nascent Soul cultivator, she couldn’t destroy them easily.

They seemed fused to her Nascent Soul. The more she tried to pull them out, the more brightly they glowed.

'No rush. I’ll wait it out a bit. Knowing Wei Tu’s nature, he wouldn’t leave Peach Immortal City so easily. He’s probably still nearby, keeping watch.'

Fu Linglong opened her eyes, stood up from the floor, and took a sip of the spiritual tea on the table while thinking to herself.

Though she hadn’t interacted with Wei Tu much, she had once chased after him when he was going by the name "Yi Yun." She knew well how cunning he was.

But what she didn’t know was that Wei Tu had already guessed what she’d be thinking—which was why he remained hidden in Peach Immortal City, waiting for the Blood Spirit Threads to fully take root.

'Besides, Master isn't at Jinglian Convent. Just that alone means I have to stay in the Fu residence.'

Fu Linglong sighed again, feeling deeply unlucky.

The reason she gave in to Wei Tu wasn’t just because his strength far exceeded hers, or because she wanted to protect her brother Fu Dalu.

It was also because Master Jinglian had left the convent for some reason.

In other words, she was the only Nascent Soul cultivator in Peach Immortal City right now.

With just that strength, even if she turned hostile, she still wouldn’t be a match for Wei Tu. That’s why she had reluctantly agreed to his demands and allowed the demonic restriction to be planted.

'For now, I’ll act as normal. Don’t provoke that madman.'

Fu Linglong steadied her mind.

And so, over the next three days, she behaved just as she always did when returning home—eating, drinking, and showing no signs of anything unusual.

Seeing this, Wei Tu finally felt at ease and left Peach Immortal City in a flash of light.

Although the Blood Spirit Threads were something he had acquired from Ancestor Ningyan, even Ancestor Chìlóng had spoken highly of the technique.

Once planted, the restriction could theoretically be removed—but the chances of that were very slim.

Even if someone did manage to remove it, the target would be left gravely injured, with their cultivation nearly crippled.

Not to mention, the Blood Spirit Threads he used on Fu Linglong were refined using his own essence blood.

As a fourth-rank body cultivator, his blood was even stronger than that of an average mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

In other words, even if Fu Linglong sought help from her master, Master Jinglian, it would be useless. She would need to find a late-stage Nascent Soul expert.

But calling on someone of that level was no easy feat.

However—

Barely two days after Wei Tu left Peach Immortal City, he suddenly sensed that Fu Linglong’s position was rapidly moving outside the city.

She was heading north—toward the Kang Kingdom.

'Could she have found a way to break the restriction?' Wei Tu was slightly shocked. He immediately changed direction and sped toward Fu Linglong.

Emergency flight was nothing like regular movement.

The route that had taken him two days before now only took less than half a day.

But what caught Wei Tu off guard was—

As he passed through Peach Immortal City, he noticed through his divine sense that the Fu residence was in complete ruin. Servants and maids lay dead or injured everywhere. It looked like a catastrophe had struck.

Even more, Fu Dalu’s presence had completely vanished.

"What the hell happened?"

Wei Tu was full of doubt.

If this was all part of a fake scene set up by Fu Linglong, the cost was far too steep.

He resumed flight, this time even faster than before.

No matter what the truth was, he couldn’t let Fu Linglong get anywhere near Kang Kingdom—or Ying Ding Tribe.

Soon enough, under his rapid movement, the distance between them started closing fast.

Three hundred li.

Two hundred li.

One hundred li…

"Someone’s chasing her!"

When the distance narrowed to around ninety li, Wei Tu finally caught sight of Fu Linglong.

But it wasn’t what he expected.

Fu Linglong wasn’t heading toward Kang Kingdom to take revenge on him or his family. She was running for her life, being hunted by a black-robed cultivator.

That was why she had fled north.

"Mid-stage Nascent Soul?" Wei Tu raised an eyebrow as he gauged the man’s cultivation.

He was stunned. If a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was chasing her, how had Fu Linglong managed to survive and escape this far?

This was already the limit of a newly-advanced Nascent Soul cultivator’s endurance, but far from the limit of someone at mid-stage.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have caught up with both of them so easily.

With that in mind, Wei Tu’s eyes narrowed slightly. He didn’t rush to reveal himself. Instead, he had Ancestor Chìlóng use his divine sense to help hide his presence while he snuck closer.

...

Ninety li away.

At the border between Xiao and Kang Kingdoms—a lifeless, spiritual-dead zone.

The black-robed cultivator floated midair, calmly watching Fu Linglong crash into a valley as her escape light dimmed and failed. His lips curled into a cold sneer.

"Fu Linglong, I’ll give you some credit. You knew to run north instead of begging those bald monks at the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple. That at least spared you an instant death."

"But even if you die a bit later… so what?"

"Hmm… let me guess."

He raised his hand to his chin, studying her from above as he circled her slowly.

"Trying to stall for time? Waiting for your master to save you?"

"Too bad. I already lured Master Jinglian away to Feng Prefecture with a made-up reason. Feng Prefecture’s so far from Liao Prefecture—even if she’s powerful, she can’t possibly make it back in time to save you."

Hearing that, Fu Linglong’s injured face twitched. Her eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at the man in front of her.

"You—who are you? How did you manage to lure my master away?"

Just as the man predicted, her plan had been to run north and delay as long as possible, all in hopes that Master Jinglian would arrive in time.

Half a day earlier, during the black-robed man’s surprise attack, she’d already sensed that he wasn’t eager to kill her outright. He was toying with her, dragging it out for fun.

That was why she had set up this delay tactic.

But she never imagined he’d already cut off all her escape paths. No wonder he had let her flee all the way from Peach Immortal City to here without making a serious move.

"Who am I?" the black-robed man smirked and lifted his robe, revealing his true face.

Underneath was a refined middle-aged scholar, his expression elegant, with three strands of neat beard on his chin—not someone you'd associate with a sneak attacker.

"Ji Yifeng!" Fu Linglong’s pupils shrank. She instantly understood why he’d come for her.

It was simple—cause and effect, a hundred years in the making.

A century ago, she’d destroyed Ji Zhang’s cultivation path. As his father, how could Ji Yifeng not hold a grudge?

The fact that he had waited until now to strike only showed how much restraint he had.

"Fu Linglong, looks like you've figured it out—the real reason I’m coming after you."

Seeing her expression, Ji Yifeng knew his assumptions about the past were mostly accurate.

After all, one person had failed to form a Nascent Soul, the other had succeeded. Even a fool could sense something shady went down.

"Ji Zhang’s failure had nothing to do with me. It was due to something else entirely." Fu Linglong’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly denied everything, not daring to admit a thing.

She knew that if she confessed, Ji Yifeng would definitely kill her without mercy.

"I’ve always truly loved your son!" she swore with her hand raised.

But Ji Yifeng wasn't swayed in the slightest. He wasn’t some greenhorn who could be tricked by empty words.

A cold gleam flickered across his face. He sneered, "Fu Linglong, since you refused to dual cultivate with my son, then I’ll let you be humiliated by the lowest, filthiest men alive—to bring comfort to his spirit in the afterlife."

'His spirit in the afterlife?' Fu Linglong froze. She thought Ji Zhang was still alive.

But right then, she sensed something was wrong. An uncontrollable heat was spreading from her abdomen throughout her entire body.

Her vision started to blur.

"Lustful poison!" In that instant, Fu Linglong realized what was happening. Everything became clear.