My Simulated Road to Immortality

With a serious expression, Sister Zhao observed the condition of the cultivator before her from a distance.

“Cough, cough…” This disciple of the Great Taoist Sect, who was at the Nascent Soul Stage, was now barely distinguishable from a dying mortal. His eyes were hollow, his cognition blurred, and his breath was like a thread.

From time to time, he went into bouts of violent coughing, as if he were about to cough up his lungs.

His face was faintly etched with a trace of the ghastly pallor of impending death, so weak and frail that he looked nothing like a Nascent Soul Monk.

Li Fan was quickly filled with a sense of alarm.

Just a while ago, this monk seemed not this severe. In the short time it took him to fetch Sister Zhao, his condition had significantly worsened.

“Could it be some sort of evil curse?”

Li Fan also narrowed his eyes to examine him.

“Cough… Disciples?” In his delirium, this monk saw the two people standing in front of him, and he tried to struggle and get up to pay respects.

“It’s okay, don’t move around if you’re not feeling well, just rest.” Sister Zhao stopped him and gently advised.

“Wha…” This disciple of the Great Taoist Sect. He had never seen this side of Sister Zhao, so gentle and approachable.

In an instant, it was as if a dying flame suddenly brightened, and his face regained some vitality. His eyes were filled with admiration as he stared at Sister Zhao, as though she had stolen his soul.

“Where did you go after you left the mountain? What did you encounter, and who did you meet?” Sister Zhao once again asked.

Despite his dying body, he persevered through his constant coughing, mustering just enough air to describe everything in detail to Sister Zhao.

Gradually, his breath became weaker and weaker.

But seeing Sister Zhao’s eager eyes, he still persisted and continued speaking.

Eventually, after uttering his last word, his breath suddenly disappeared.

Yet his eyes were still wide open, gazing at Sister Zhao with stubborn reluctance.

“Let’s go!” Sister Zhao quickly grabbed Li Fan and hurriedly left the place.

She then handed Li Fan a golden pill and instructed him to take it.

“Creation Purple Gold Pill?” Li Fan was taken aback.

This elixir was a secret treasure of the Great Taoist Sect, generally crafted by cultivators of the Immortal Realm. Regardless of how severe the injuries were, as long as one wasn’t dead on the spot, consuming this elixir would instantly restore them to their prime condition. It was no exaggeration to say it was tantamount to having a second life.

Extremely rare with only limited stock within the Great Daoist Sect.

Yet, in this situation, Sister Zhao didn’t hesitate to consume this treasured elixir…

Instantly, Li Fan realized the severity of the situation and swallowed the Creation Purple Gold Pill.

“Don’t waste it, envelop it with spiritual power and slowly absorb its medicinal power.” While speaking, Sister Zhao was constantly casting spells, building layers of barriers around them.

“Could the cause of that disciple’s death be contagious? Is it a curse so powerful it’s meant to target our Great Daoist Sect?” Li Fan couldn’t help but feel horrified.

“Rather than a curse, it’s more like a disease. A lethal disease that even cultivators cannot avoid or escape.” Sister Zhao’s face was more solemn than ever.

Even when faced with the threat of the heavens and the earth’s catastrophic change, she had never been this worried.

“Its targets are not just us from the Great Daoist Sect. Its purpose is to annihilate all cultivators under the heavens… We must report this matter immediately!”

Li Fan was in a daze, “Could it be the backlash from Heaven and Earth? Is it trying to obliterate all of us?”

“Cough…cough” As they were rushing towards the Sect Main Hall, Sister Zhao’s face suddenly turned unnaturally pale.

Then, she too began to cough uncontrollably.

But luckily, a purple-gold light emerged quickly from her body, gradually suppressing her excessive paleness. As her coughing stopped, her complexion regained a rosy glow.

“How could it be triggered this fast? Aren’t you at the Integration Cultivator stage, Sister Zhao?” Li Fan was suddenly consumed with a terrifying disbelief.

If she could be affected as an Integration Cultivator, what would happen to him as a mere God Transforming cultivator?

Unwilling to wait for the symptoms to manifest, Li Fan first channeled a bit of the power from the Creation Purple Gold Pill located in his dantian and allowed it to circulate throughout his body as a form of protection.

Indeed, not long after he had done this, he suddenly felt a wave of fatigue washing over him.

Like how one would feel after fighting with Sister Zhao for seven days and nights straight, his body was extremely sore and his bones felt like they were breaking apart.

His throat was as though it was being cut by a knife and yet his body desperately craved air like a drowning mortal, longing to break through the water’s surface to breathe deeply.

Fortunately, the Creation Purple Gold Pill lived up to its reputation.

As the purple gold elixir circulated in his body, the abnormal conditions in his body disappeared in an instant.

“Phew…this disease is incredibly vicious!” Li Fan, feeling as if he had just dodged a bullet, looked at Sister Zhao in relief, “Thank goodness you had the elixir. Otherwise, I might have ended up like the poor Brother earlier!”

“Don’t let your guard down. We have only temporarily suppressed the symptoms. The true culprit behind all this is still at large and could still be within our bodies,” Sister Zhao warned in a timely manner.

As if in proof of her words, she once again succumbed to an uncontrollable bout of coughing.

Even though the symptoms quickly disappeared with the help of the Creation Purple Gold Pill, this still caused Li Fan’s heart to sink to the bottom.

If they, despite having miraculous pills by their side, couldn’t escape this unknown disease, what about those ordinary disciples of the Great Daoist Sect and the common cultivators? How badly would they fare?

He couldn’t bear to imagine it.

The two fought against the disease all the way and quickly arrived inside the Sect Main Hall.

Ji Changxi, the Sect leader of the Great Taoist Sect, who had been informed by Sister Zhao in advance, had already assembled all the elders.

Even though Sister Zhao had detailed how horrifying the disease was, Ji Changxi and the elders of the Great Daoist Sect hadn’t given it enough importance.

But…

They hadn’t given it enough importance.

In their eyes, despite also being an Integration Cultivator, Sister Zhao, who had broken through to this stage by utilizing new methods, couldn’t be compared to them, who had been at the Integration Cultivator stage for hundreds of years.

They possessed numerous secrets, and all kinds of methods were at their disposal. If this young disciple could be harmed by this unknown “disease,” they need not necessarily be so.

Besides, they thought they were fully prepared.

Around the open space in the Grand Hall, they have set up many restrictions, providing layer upon layer of seals.

They even had the Abyssal Path Strike Array activated. What appeared to be a short distance was now separated by several worlds.

They seemed extremely confident and fully in control.

“The two of you, do not suppress this peculiar illness. Let a drop of your blood out.” Ji Changxi instructed.

Li Fan and Sister Zhao complied as they were told.

Amidst the soft coughing, two droplets of blood emanating an ominous aura, emerged before the crowd.

The crowd observed from a distance, and the Grand Hall was silent.

Suddenly, an undetectable look of surprise flashed across Ji Changxi’s face.