Chapter 33 - Transmigrated as a Fake Daughter in Cultivation Novel

Chapter 33 "Do you think I'll believe you just because you said so? Ha, do you think everyone is as foolish as you?" Song Wei Zhi couldn't be bothered to listen to his deceitful words, pointing the gun directly at Jiao Long's face. "You, miss, here you can't use spiritual power at all. I suggest you not waste your effort. Besides, you should also ask for the phoenix's consent," Jiao Long stood in place, mocking Song Wei Zhi. "Sister, I don't know him," Song Zhi Xia gripped Song Wei Zhi's hand tightly. Song Wei Zhi coldly looked at Jiao Long, "You've also heard her. She doesn't know you, and she won't go with you." "Can you decide the fate of others? Do you want to take others down with you even if it means risking their lives along with yours?" Jiao Long glanced at the disciples of the Song family and Zhao Xuan Kun. Indeed, someone had already spoken, "Song Wei Zhi, do what you want, but leave us out of it. We finally have a way out. Who gave you the right to decide for everyone?" "Yeah, just let them stay. Their fate dates back to ancient times. Let Song Zhi Xia stay. I've been wanting to leave for a while." "Hurry up, don't pretend to be the good guy here. We almost got killed just now, and you didn't save us, did you?" Song Wei Zhi glanced coldly at the disciples of the Song family. In her mind, she commanded the system to place the recoilless rifle not far from them, loaded with armor-piercing rounds, and aimed at Jiao Long. At the same time, she said to the Song family's disciples, "It seems I made the right decision not to save you. It's better not to save a bunch of rubbish and get rid of it. If you can't win the fight, don't let innocent girls bear the burden for you. This is what the noble and upright sect has produced - a bunch of waste." "What did you say, Song Wei Zhi?" "If you keep talking like that, don't blame us for taking action." Jiao Long laughed by the lake. Humans were indeed the most foolish creatures - only thinking about fighting to the end when facing death. However, he had been sealed in the dark depths of the lake for a long time. It might be more fun to play with these people. Jiao Long interrupted the arguing Song family disciples, "In that case, my dragon clan is the most reasonable. Let's just get rid of those opposing you. Of course, you can't touch the phoenix, then I will send you out, and the rest will be left to feed the fish." Suddenly, the eight disciples of the Song family and Song Wei Zhi became tense, ready to fight. Song Wei Zhi couldn't be bothered with the useless Song family disciples. She aimed the gun at Jiao Long and fired two shots. One hit his chest, and the other grazed his cheek. The bullets only penetrated halfway, with the other half lodged outside, leaving a bullet embedded in Jiao Long's fair cheek. He felt the pain, disbelievingly touching his cheek and chest wounds, "You dare hurt me? Alright, today, besides my phoenix, you all will die here." Saying that, Jiao Long transformed into his beast form. Song Wei Zhi grabbed Song Zhi Xia's hand and ran, shouting, "If you don't want to die, run!" The next moment, a massive dragon roar echoed in the secret realm. Song Wei Zhi's body involuntarily bled from her seven orifices under the pressure of the dragon's roar. She bit her lip, looked at Song Zhi Xia, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that Song Zhi Xia was unharmed. It seemed that Jiao Long didn't intend to hurt her. Without the protection of her cultivation, Song Wei Zhi was as vulnerable as a mortal and was unable to stand under the suppression of the dragon's roar. Blood flowed more and more from her seven orifices. Seeing Song Wei Zhi, tears had already welled up in Song Zhi Xia's eyes. She lowered her head and wiped the blood from Song Wei Zhi's face, sobbing, "Sister, I should stay. If I don't, all of you will die here, and I don't want to see anything happen to you." Song Zhi Xia's eyes were red, with tears streaming down her cheeks. It seemed that the dragon hovering in the air had heard Song Zhi Xia's words and became smug, with a metallic rubbing sound in his voice, "Phoenix, it would be better if you had this understanding earlier, but since they hurt me today, they all have to die here." Enduring the excruciating pain, Song Wei Zhi grabbed Song Zhi Xia's hand, shaking her head. At the same time, she directed the system to fire the cannon. The dragon's roar had already rendered these people unable to stand, and Jiao Long had relaxed his vigilance. Little did he know that a beam of light broke through the darkness, directly hitting Jiao Long's abdomen, followed by a loud explosion. A hole was blown open in Jiao Long's abdomen. In her mind, Song Wei Zhi directed the system to reposition the cannon and load armor-piercing rounds, targeting Jiao Long's neck. Boom, two more shots were fired. Jiao Long's neck was already bursting open, and he, like he had gone mad, fixed his sights on Song Wei Zhi. With a gaping mouth, he lunged at her. The recoilless cannon had selected the best position. As Jiao Long opened his mouth, three armor-piercing rounds were fired into his mouth. Moments later, Jiao Long had been dismembered, and his huge head crashed down not far from Song Wei Zhi and the others. At that moment, Song Wei Zhi, already forcing herself to keep her senses sharp, was soaked in cold sweat and passed out, with her face covered in blood. Song Zhi Xia hurriedly held Song Wei Zhi in her arms, her tears and loose hair sticking to her cheeks, repeatedly calling out for Song Wei Zhi to wake up, "Sister, sister, sob, it's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be like this." Zhao Xuan Kun and the others had recovered and were running over. Jiao Long's roar had only suppressed them; they didn't bleed from their seven orifices like Song Wei Zhi. This was probably a retaliation from Jiao Long after Song Wei Zhi had injured him. "Zhi Xia, don't hold her so tightly," Zhao Xuan Kun checked Song Wei Zhi's breathing and found she was still breathing, saying, "Let Sister Wei Zhi lie flat on the ground, and everyone should move back a bit." At that moment, Song Zhi Xia's heart was hanging on Song Wei Zhi. Her hands were trembling, afraid that if she let go, Song Wei Zhi might not wake up again; looking at Song Wei Zhi lying on the ground, Song Zhi Xia remembered Jiao Long's words. He had said that he and those around him were mutually conflicting. Upon reflection, it seemed true. From being abandoned by her parents at birth to constantly causing trouble for Song Wei Zhi during this period, Song Zhi Xia got up from Song Wei Zhi's side and walked silently towards a cave on the side, but her eyes were always on Song Wei Zhi. Song Wei Zhi felt as if she was falling apart all over, and that dead dragon truly wanted to kill her. If it weren't for the system, she might have died there. She found it difficult to even open her eyes. She called out to the system in her mind, "System, please check my points." In the next instant, the system responded, "Host currently has 60 points remaining. Due to the severity of the host's injuries, the system suggests exchanging for healing pills. The pill costs 10 points. Will the host make the exchange?" "Exchange." "The exchange was successful. The host now has 50 points remaining." Song Wei Zhi could feel a black pill in her right hand. With great effort, she brought her hand closer to her mouth and swallowed the pill. Beside her, Xu Wen Yuan and the others cheered, "Sister is awake and unharmed." "That's great, I knew Sister is so capable; how could something happen to her?" Of course, Song Zhi Xia heard the commotion from where Song Wei Zhi was. However, she was afraid that she had caused the bleeding from Song Wei Zhi's seven orifices and dared not approach. At a specific moment, hearing certain words and experiencing certain things, it was easy to take others' words for the truth. Song Zhi Xia dared not move closer. She feared that she had truly harmed Song Wei Zhi. After resting for a while lying on the ground, Song Wei Zhi finally sat up as the medicine took effect. She wiped the blood from her face and looked around for Song Zhi Xia. After scanning the surroundings and not finding her, she asked, "Where's Xia Xia? Is she okay?" "She's fine. Xia Xia is over there. She seems to have something on her mind and looks scared," Xu Wen Yuan pointed to where Song Zhi Xia cowered. Song Wei Zhi suspected that the young girl was worried again. She stood up and walked to where Song Zhi Xia was. With a dozen meters still left between her and Song Zhi Xia, she heard her saying, "Sister, don't come over, don't come over." Song Wei Zhi glanced at her and asked, "Why can't I come over? Xia Xia, what's wrong? Can you tell Sister?" Song Zhi Xia quickly shook her head, tears ready to fall, as if they would drop at any moment. Song Wei Zhi couldn't just leave Song Zhi Xia crying. The more Song Zhi Xia resisted her, the more Song Wei Zhi felt the need to go to her. She quickened her pace and, when she was close, she heard Song Zhi Xia say, "Sister, don't come any closer, don't come closer." The little girl's voice was choked with sobs, and her efforts to push Song Wei Zhi's shoulder were feeble. Supporting herself against the wall, Song Wei Zhi reached out to wipe the tears from the little girl's eyes. However, her efforts were rejected. Song Zhi Xia was adamant about not letting her near. She was afraid she would harm Song Wei Zhi by coming closer. The little girl's sobs made it clear that she was feeling guilty. Of course, Song Wei Zhi couldn't leave a crying Song Zhi Xia alone. She supported herself against the wall, wiped Song Zhi Xia's tears, and moved closer to the little girl. Although Song Zhi Xia resisted, Song Wei Zhi approached and used her arms to encircle her. As Song Wei Zhi's tears fell, Song Zhi Xia trembled and tried to push Song Wei Zhi away, her hands lacking strength, urging, "Sister, please keep your distance. You won't be in danger if you stay away from me. Please don't come any closer." The little girl's words were broken, and her hands didn't exert much force as she pushed against Song Wei Zhi. Holding Song Wei Zhi against the wall with one hand, Song Wei Zhi gently wiped the tears from Song Zhi Xia's eyes. Each time Song Zhi Xia tried to push her hand away, Song Wei Zhi persisted. Song Wei Zhi bent her arm and leaned forward, reducing the distance between them to the size of a fist, their breaths intertwining. Song Zhi Xia grew more anxious, trying to push Song Wei Zhi away, but her efforts were in vain, and her sobs intensified. "Sister, please stop it. I'm serious. Please stay away from me," she said, trying to escape from the corner Song Wei Zhi had cornered her into, but Song Wei Zhi wouldn't let her escape, immediately squeezing the girl between the wall and her arms. The little girl continued to push her hand. Song Wei Zhi, watching the sobbing little girl, felt a pang of heartache. "Is it because of what that wretched dragon said earlier? Do you believe him? How foolish of you." She gently wiped the girl's tears with her finger. Song Zhi Xia sobbed, "But... but what he said was true. Sister, I haven't had a peaceful day since I met you. You're either saving me or helping me. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have bled so much just now." Softly soothing her, Song Wei Zhi said, "But I'm fine, aren't I? And besides, my injury isn't because of you; it's because of that wretched dragon. Don't think about such things, alright? You don't want me as your sister anymore?" Hearing Song Wei Zhi's comforting words, Song Zhi Xia felt even more disheartened. Sister was almost gone just now, and now she was comforting her. Song Zhi Xia cried even harder. Author's Note: Thank you to the little angels who voted the book or provided nutrients from May 3, 2021, 19:15:08, to May 4, 2021, 14:38:21~ Thank you to the little angels who provided the rocket propellants: 41940765, 1 of them Thank you to the little angels who provided nutrients: 暮渺, 5 bottles