Alien Science Cultivation

The girl seemed to have sensed Zhang Qiang's sweeping gaze and couldn't help but look up. When their eyes met, Zhang Qiang couldn't help but be shocked. "Illusion pupil... No, it's the illusion pupil that hasn't awakened yet..." Illusion pupil, this is a special physique! Zhang Qiang knew about it on the planet Gaia. It is an extremely powerful physique that can control any material and creature within sight. Once you step into the realm of immortal cultivation and possess divine consciousness, nothing can escape its control wherever the divine consciousness reaches and whatever you see. Although the illusion pupil has only two moves, that is, creating something out of nothing and turning something into nothing, no one dares to underestimate these two moves. Once released through divine consciousness, it will be a meat grinder in a team battle, or a combination of illusion arrays and killing arrays released instantly.

It was a pity that this girl lacked the aptitude for cultivating immortality. Just like Xiaohua from the small mountain village on the Red Snake planet, she had been an ordinary person before she met Zhang Qiang. Looking at the girl's tearful eyes, tinged with a hint of stubbornness, Zhang Qiang couldn't help but wonder again. "Could it be... that she can also sense the presence of ghosts...?" With this thought, Zhang Qiang expressionlessly withdrew his gaze. Together with Lin Ling, he accepted the incense offered by the palace servants and respectfully offered it to the deceased Old Master Wang. He whispered, "Rest in peace, old hero Wang. I will avenge you... bring justice to the Wang family, and to the people of the Eastern Region..."

Everyone in the room was stunned when Zhang Qiang said this. Even the thousand-year-old icy coffin in the backstage, containing Master Wang's body, seemed to stir slightly. "Young Master, if you can avenge my grandfather, I will pledge my life to you. In life, I will be yours, in death... I can even be your slave, I will never break my promise..." Zhang Qiang finished speaking. The young woman was stunned at first, then responded loudly. As she spoke, she glanced at Lin Ling and added the words "slave" to the phrase "slave." "Wang Yuyan... how long are you going to keep messing around...?" a middle-aged woman whispered in a gentle rebuke. "Sister... Sixth sister... what's going on...?" Wang Wei inquired.

"Sixth sister has always said that the ghost that killed grandpa is inside grandpa's body... She has repeatedly suggested to father that grandpa be cremated and the ghost burned to death... After being scolded by father, she has been keeping vigil here all day and night in this weird outfit, saying that it is to protect grandpa from the ghost if it comes out so that she can fight it to the death. She thinks that she has learned martial arts for several years and does not take cultivators seriously. She even does not believe what father says. I have never seen such a stubborn person..." The middle-aged woman responded to Wang Wei's question with resentment. This was when there were outsiders present, otherwise Zhang Qiang estimated that the middle-aged woman would have been furious. "Hehe... The phantom pupil is so scary. Even if it has not been truly awakened, even with a mortal body, it can see the soul of the ghost. It must be taken away..." Zhang Qiang was shocked for a while, and then he had a plan in his mind. "Brother Qiang, I'm sorry... My sixth sister has always been a little..." Wang Wei started to apologize to Zhang Qiang, but was interrupted by Zhang Qiang halfway through his words, "Sister Wang Yuyan... where is your weapon?"

"Your name is Brother Qiang...?"

"No, my name is Zhang Qiang... your 13th brother's senior."

"Then could you give me a sword...? One that no one else can take away..."

"Sure..." Zhang Qiang said, pulling out a high-grade longsword from his Qiankun Ring. With a clang, he thrust it in front of Wang Yuyan. While Zhang Qiang didn't use a sword, he had gathered dozens, if not hundreds, of these low-grade swords along the way, so taking one out was no problem. He simply couldn't produce anything lower in quality than a high-grade sword, as he'd lost that one long ago. "After you acknowledge your ownership with a drop of blood... it's yours. It's the kind that no one else can take away... at least not ordinary people..." Zhang Qiang said softly, smiling at Wang Yuyan.

And at this moment... Wang Yuyan gazed at the precious sword before her, her face filled with excitement. To her, this low-grade spiritual treasure was already a formidable existence. Feeling the waves of heat emanating from the crimson blade, she reached out without hesitation, gently swiping her fingers across the blade. A drop of blood was instantly absorbed by the blade. At the same time, a stream of black and white spiritual energy from the sword flowed through Wang Yuyan's wound and entered her body, though Wang Yuyan seemed unaware of it.

"Sixth sister... stop messing around. You don't have the aptitude to cultivate immortality, let alone spiritual power, so you can't control a spiritual weapon at all..." Wang Wei said to Wang Yuyan with a hint of anger. Upon hearing this, Wang Yuyan's bright eyes instantly lost their luster.

"How do you know you can't do it if you don't try...?" Zhang Qiang smiled slightly and comforted Wang Yuyan.

"Brother Qiang..." Wang Wei was about to interrupt, but Zhang Qiang turned around and ruthlessly retorted: "Shut up..."

The following is a simple modification for you:

Wang Yuyan glanced at Zhang Qiang, and as if realizing that Zhang Qiang wasn't making fun of her, she slowly closed her eyes. A moment later, the blade of the crimson sword in front of her began to tremble slightly, and then with a "swoosh...", the crimson flying sword was unexpectedly pulled up by an invisible force, floating in the air, and then slowly approached Wang Yuyan. Seeing this, everyone in the room was horrified, as if they had seen a ghost, and couldn't believe it. Wang Wei instantly came to Wang Yuyan's side, looked her up and down, and asked in disbelief: "Ninth level of Qi Refining... Sister, when did you practice it? How did you become able to practice...?"

"I...I...don't know..." Wang Yuyan muttered, and suddenly something clicked in her mind. Everyone else seemed to understand, and they all looked at Zhang Qiang. However, Zhang Qiang ignored them, turning with a gloomy expression to look at the thousand-year-old ice coffin behind the altar.

"Little guy, you have really good tricks. A mere Golden Elixir... No, you even have the power of Guixu... Haha... Interesting! But no matter what kind of existence it is, it will be reduced to ashes today..." As soon as the words fell, the thousand-year-old ice coffin exploded instantly, and a white-haired old man exuding the aura of death appeared in front of everyone.

Then, a pressure from the early stage of becoming an immortal spread out instantly.

“Grandpa…don’t…” “Grandpa…?” “What’s going on…” “The old man…is dead again…” …As screams rang out, hundreds of figures rushed over from all directions.

"What's going on..." Before Wang Xu arrived, his voice of inquiry had already reached everyone's ears.

"Dad... Grandpa's back..." Wang Wei responded without hesitation. Zhang Qiang couldn't help but frown when he heard this. "Pa..." A sound rang out, and Wang Wei looked over and saw that he had been slapped hard by his father. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll punish you according to the family rules..."

"Brother Wang... the old man's body seems to have been possessed by another being, and it's been taken over by a ghost..." Xu Da, after all, had reached the early stages of immortal cultivation and was quite knowledgeable, and he immediately saw the clues. Wang Xu glanced at the old man's body and immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. With a few flashes of his body, he dragged out several people who had not yet had time to leave the room. With a loud "boom...", the side hall before everyone was destroyed by a violent death energy with overwhelming force, raising a cloud of dust.

"Haha... I finally succeeded, my Phantom Demon Eye... Haha..." The ghost whose body was possessed laughed wildly with excitement, as if he wanted to share his joy with monks all over the world.

"What is Hitomi...?"

"Phantom Demonic Eyes..."

"What Demonic Eyes...?"

“Phantom…! Phantom…!”

"Phantom what...?"

"Demon Eye... Phantom... Phantom... Demon Eye..."

"Devil Eye Phantom...?"

Wang Xu, bewildered, exchanged rapid questions with the mid-air ghost. This back-and-forth made everyone burst into laughter. Zhang Qiang, in particular, felt the tone of this conversation was quite familiar, though he couldn't quite place where he had heard it before.