I rely on unlimited life extension

A moment later, Cheng Yi regained his energy and touched his body, seemingly without any aftereffects.

But Peng Mei, standing to the side, showed signs of pain. She was panting heavily, her face was flushed, and she was covered in hot sweat, her skin flushed an abnormal red.

Her voice trembled: "Master, the magic power contained in your blood is too strong, I feel... I feel like I can't bear it."

Cheng Yi then suddenly realized that his cultivation level was already at the Nascent Soul stage, and he also had 50 points of physique bonus, as well as the Hidden Edge Physique and the Undying Physique, which had long surpassed the limits of human physique.

However, Peng Mei was only a high-level sorcerer. Although her physique was stronger than that of ordinary people, it was still limited.

Suddenly bearing the spiritual blood power of a Nascent Soul cultivator, how could her body withstand it? If Peng Mei hadn't had some understanding of blood-related spells and been able to barely guide a trace of power, she probably would have exploded and died long ago.

Cheng Yi immediately reached out and placed his hand on her back, continuously pouring his Longevity True Qi into her entire body to help her regulate the chaotic energy within her.

Peng Mei let out a long breath, quickly composed herself, and tried to guide the enormous magical power within her body according to her own cultivation method.

However, ten minutes passed, and the situation not only did not improve, but got worse.

Peng Mei's body began to twitch slightly, and the veins on her forehead bulged, clearly indicating that she was enduring immense pain.

Cheng Yi felt a pang of regret—damn it, who knew a single talisman contained so much magical power? Who knew her blood would be too much for her to handle?

"Now, there is a way to solve your troubles," Cheng Yi said in a deep voice. "Kneel down immediately, kowtow three times and become my disciple. I will teach you a martial art that will ensure your safety."

Without saying a word, Peng Mei struggled to kneel on the bed and slapped her head three times, her voice clear and crisp: "Disciple Peng Mei greets Master!"

System notification: You have added a new disciple, female sorcerer Peng Mei, with a loyalty level of 96.

"Wow, that's high?" Cheng Yi was somewhat surprised.

"System, impart the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture to her."

Cheng Yi placed his hand on Peng Mei's head and transmitted the teachings of the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture into her memory through initiation.

The cultivation technique seemed to possess a spirit, operating autonomously within her body. It progressed rapidly, easily breaking through the four realms of Qi Refining, Transformation, Spirit Nourishing, and True Unity, until it gradually slowed down after entering the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top realm.

At this moment, the fluctuations of magical power throughout Peng Mei's body finally subsided. She felt the surging power within her body and looked at the three small white flowers that had begun to solidify slowly appearing above her head. A joyful smile appeared on her face.

"Master, did I get a huge advantage tonight?"

Cheng Yi smiled and tapped her forehead: "Now that you know you've gotten a good deal, why don't you come over and serve your master properly?"

Peng Mei lowered her head and chuckled softly. She slowly took off her skirt, bent down, and gently licked her lips.

Instantly, Cheng Yi felt a gentle warmth and heat like a spring breeze. Could this be the legendary woman who was 40 degrees Celsius?

System notification: Your exclusive storyline, "Gu," has begun in Hong Kong. Punisher, please pay attention to the plot development.

What the hell am I supposed to pay attention to? I'm in Thailand, what's the point of activating the storyline? Forget it, I'll just go to sleep with my female disciple!

The next morning, Bangkok sunlight streamed through the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

After a quick breakfast, the three drove to the hospital. Outside the intensive care unit, the smell of disinfectant filled the air. A-Miao's steps were a little heavy. When she reached the ward door, her fingers paused on the doorknob before she took a deep breath and pushed it open.

On the hospital bed, A Miao's younger sister curled up, her once delicate face covered with fine red spots, as if countless tiny insects had crawled over it, and the skin on her neck was even slightly raised, with something wriggling under the skin.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows were furrowed in pain, and she occasionally let out soft moans that made one's heart tighten.

Peng Mei leaned closer for a moment, then took a step back with a grave expression, her voice extremely low: "This is the Centipede Curse."

She looked at A Miao with a hint of inquiry in her eyes, "Which sorcerer have you offended? This kind of curse is extremely sinister. The caster has to feed the centipede with their own blood and essence, which is a huge price to pay. They would never use it lightly unless they had a deep-seated hatred."

As they were talking, A Miao's younger sister slowly opened her eyes. Seeing A Miao, she weakly moved her lips and began to recount her experiences over the past few days in fits and starts—she and her classmates had passed through a remote village while traveling and met an old man selling goods at a stall. After returning home, she started to feel itchy all over and was eventually attacked by a swarm of centipedes and taken to the hospital.

After listening, Peng Mei nodded: "Take good care of your injuries. I think I know who it is."

Cheng Yi walked to the bedside, reached out and gently pressed his hand on A Miao's forehead, slowly channeling his life-giving energy into her through his fingertips.

The girl, who had been groaning in pain, gradually calmed down, the redness on her face faded a bit, and her breathing became steady.

“It can be suppressed for now,” Cheng Yi withdrew his hand, “but to completely break the curse, we still need to find the root cause.”

As the three left the ward, A-Miao hurriedly asked, "Sister Mei, who cast the curse? My sister doesn't know any sorcerers."

Peng Mei's gaze drifted into the distance, her voice carrying a hint of coldness: "You'll find out when you get there."

She turned to Cheng Yi, her tone serious, "Master, if the negotiations fail, we'll have to trouble you to take action. This centipede curse is tied to the life of the caster; only by killing him as quickly as possible can the curse be broken."

Cheng nodded, then looked at A Miao: "No matter what you hear later, don't interrupt, understand?"

Ah Miao bit her lip and nodded vigorously.

They traveled by boat to the small village that Amiao's sister had mentioned.

The boat glided on the murky river, with dense tropical jungles on both banks, and the air was so humid and hot that it was hard to breathe.

After reaching the shore, we walked along the muddy path for about half an hour before we saw a simple market. An old man with disheveled hair was squatting in the corner of a wall, setting up a stall with some unknown herbs and wood carvings in front of him.

There weren't many people at the market, and no one stopped at the old man's stall.

Peng Mei made a hand seal, carefully sensed the surroundings for a while, then walked straight over and nodded slightly: "Hello, Master Hain."

The old man didn't even look up, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded: "You've mistaken me for someone else."

“Whether you’ve made a mistake or not, you know best in your heart.” Peng Mei’s voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable certainty. “When it comes to the centipede spell, no one in all of Thailand is more proficient than the Hain family. I saw that girl this morning, and she had your magical aura on her. You can’t hide it from her.”

The old man slowly raised his head, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy eyes. He looked Peng Mei up and down, then suddenly smiled sinisterly: "I really didn't expect that Thailand would have a newly promoted top-level sorcerer, and a white sorcerer at that. It's quite unexpected."

His gaze swept over Cheng Yi and A Miao with a hint of contempt. "But you dare to come to me so boldly, without even bringing a magic tool?"

"I'm here today not to take action, but to negotiate," Peng Mei said calmly, her face expressionless.

The old man's gaze fell on the necklace around A Miao's neck. The necklace was an antique silver pendant with indistinct patterns engraved on it.

His eyes suddenly turned fierce, his voice filled with barely suppressed hatred: "If you're here to negotiate for this woman and the man beside her, then there's no need to say anything. Their entire family must die, be utterly annihilated, to appease the wrath of the Hayin family!"

Peng Mei frowned: "Can I ask what the reason is?"

The old man sighed, as if lost in a distant memory, his voice low and sorrowful: "Alright, I'll give you, this newly promoted top-tier sorcerer, some face."

He pointed to A Miao's necklace, "Her grandfather committed a heinous crime in our Hain family. He set fire to our entire village, killing everyone, including my parents, brothers, and sisters, and even his own wife and children in the village!"

He later fled overseas and never returned. But… his granddaughter came back, and his grandson came back too, hahaha… perfect, let their whole family travel together!

After listening, Peng Mei remained silent for a moment, bowed slightly to the old man, then took a few steps back, distancing herself from Cheng Yi and A Miao, and said in a calm tone: "Since that's the case, according to the rules of us sorcerers, his ancestors were in the wrong, so I won't interfere in this matter."

Cheng Yi looked at the old man's wrinkled face and sighed: "Grandpa, can you listen to me for a few words? I admit that Amiao's grandfather made a big mistake back then, but he is no longer alive."

There's a Chinese saying, "An eye for an eye only leads to another." I'm willing to pay any price to atone for his sins. Could you please let those two siblings go?

The old man suddenly chuckled, the laughter growing louder and louder until it became shrill and manic, sounding like a mix of crying and laughing, sending chills down one's spine.

"My Hain family is down to just me!" He abruptly stopped laughing, his eyes filled with a bone-deep hatred. "These past few years, my health has deteriorated day by day, and I might die at any time. What price do you think I need? No! I don't want anything, I just want to see his entire family wiped out, their lineage extinguished!"

Cheng frowned, but his tone remained calm: "If you're willing, I can send you to the best hospital for treatment, and even use special methods to extend your life. What do you think?"

The old man glanced at him contemptuously, a resolute smile playing on his lips: "I should have died long ago. The only thing keeping me alive until now is revenge. When I die or how I die is no longer important to me."

Cheng Yi sighed again, looked at A Miao's pale face, and turned to the old man, saying, "Can't we really discuss this again? A Miao and her sister are still young, and they should have a brighter future."

"Then do the people of my Hain family deserve to die?" The old man's eyes were as cold as poisoned knives. "A life for a life, blood for blood! This is only right and proper!"

"My grandfather is dead! My sister is almost dead too!" A-Miao could no longer hold back, her voice trembling with tears, "What else do you want?"

The old man made a strange "creaking" sound from his throat, like rusty iron rubbing together, and said hoarsely, "Seeing you reminds me of your heartless grandfather... I want your whole family to die!"

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in Cheng Yi's hand, and a long sword with a reddish body appeared in his palm.

His right hand moved with lightning speed; the blade flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The old man's expression froze, his eyes widened, as if he hadn't yet reacted.

The next second, his head hit the ground with a thud, rolled a few times before stopping, his eyes still wide open, filled with disbelief.

"Damn it, I can't even reason with you, you just have to force me to take action."

Cheng Yi shook his hand, his tone tinged with impatience, "Besides, you're a wizard, standing so close to me. Do you really think I'm not good with my knife?"

A Miao trembled with fright and covered her mouth to keep from screaming.

She watched helplessly as the old man's body collapsed to the ground with a thud. Suddenly, countless tiny centipedes crawled out of the wound on his neck, densely packed and terrifying, wriggling rapidly on the ground.

Cheng Yi's expression suddenly sharpened, as if sparks were exploding in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, and as his Adam's apple bobbed, he suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a ball of flame—the flame was not an ordinary fire, but an orange-red flame with faint golden patterns, which was the Samadhi True Fire of Taoism, which is extremely yang and strong.

As soon as the fireball left the body, it expanded rapidly like a living thing, sweeping out with a scorching heat wave.

In the blink of an eye, it devoured the old man's fallen body along with the centipedes that had sprung from the wound on his neck.

The orange-red flames illuminated Cheng Yi's cold profile and lit up the muddy ground around him. Even the air seemed to be ignited, becoming scalding and viscous.

A nauseating, burnt smell instantly filled the air, mixed with the fishy stench of the centipede being burned, creating an indescribable stench that stung the nose.

The fireball emitted a series of crackling sounds, dense and piercing, which were the sounds of the centipede being burned by the flames and exploding. Interspersed with these were muffled sounds of the corpse's skin contracting and bones cracking. Hearing this, A Miao turned pale and couldn't help but cover her mouth.

The power of the Samadhi True Fire far surpasses that of ordinary fire. Centipedes that are usually difficult to eliminate do not even have a chance to struggle in the raging flames and are instantly turned to ashes.

The old man's body quickly curled up and charred in the fire; his clothes had long since burned away, leaving only his charred skeleton faintly visible in the flames.

After about half a cup of tea's time, the flames gradually subsided, turning from orange-red to dark red, and finally turning into wisps of smoke that rose up.

Only a pile of loose black ash remained, which scattered in the wind, revealing the scorched black soil underneath. Not even a trace of centipede or corpse remained. The raging fire had not only destroyed the tangible objects, but also purified the evil aura.

System notification: You have punished the inhuman villain Hain, and have gained 40 system energy points, 400 hours of life time, and 1 free attribute point.

System notification: You have punished the evil wizard Hain, gaining +5 support and +5 endorsement from the Thai people in the real world.

Cheng Yi looked down at the pile of ashes at his feet, which had been burned to a few charred bits. A gust of wind blew them away, and his brows finally relaxed a little.

The lingering smell of burning lingered in the air, carrying an unpleasant fishy odor. He lifted his foot and crushed the pile of ashes, erasing the last trace.

A Miao stood to the side, her face deathly pale, her lips trembling. After a long while, she managed to squeeze out, "Brother Cheng... he... he killed him?"

His voice was filled with disbelief, his eyes still fixed on the spot where the old man's body had been separated, as if he could still see the dense swarms of centipedes crawling out.

Cheng Yi didn't turn around, but grabbed his arm and turned to leave: "If we don't leave now, we'll attract the villagers and we'll be in big trouble."

Peng Mei followed closely behind, and the three of them walked quickly along the narrow village road. The muddy ground under their feet creaked underfoot, and the thatched houses on both sides were quiet, except for a few chickens that were startled and flapped their wings.

After walking briskly for about fifteen minutes, we finally arrived at the place where the boat was moored on the riverbank.

Cheng Yi leaped onto the boat, then reached out and pulled A Miao and Peng Mei up as well. The boatman untied the rope, pushed off with a bamboo pole, and the small boat drifted away with the current.

"System, consume 5 energy points to erase our tracks."

As soon as the system notification sounded, a faint white light appeared on the spot where the fight had just taken place on the shore, and then all traces disappeared without a trace.