Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

After some frantic pulling and tugging, Chen Tian finally untied the silk cloth covering the brocade box, revealing the exquisite box itself.

Chen Tian rubbed his hands together, as if filled with anticipation, and held onto the lid. With a forceful upward motion, he opened the box.

But what he never expected was that just as the box opened a crack, a colorful, long worm shot out like lightning from the box, lunging straight for Chen Tian's softest neck and biting down hard.

Through the worm's mouthparts, streams of black mist continuously poured into Chen Tian's body. Before long, Chen Tian, with wide eyes and a bewildered expression, fell onto the stone bed, his whole body stiff. He was dead, beyond any doubt.

"It… it's a success!" Seeing this scene, Ling Zizhe was the first to regain his senses. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he walked over and shook Wen Ying's shoulders, shouting, "Wen-mei, we succeeded! He's dead, really dead! We're free!"

Clearly, after a long period of anxiety, Ling Zizhe was now releasing his inner excitement.

Wen Ying, usually so resolute, seemed as if she hadn't yet come back to her senses. Her eyes were blank as she allowed Ling Zizhe to shake her, not moving at all.

After a long while, Wen Ying finally seemed to awaken. The previously colorless beauty in her eyes gradually revealed a hint of excitement.

She looked at Chen Tian, who was lying on the stone bed, and noticed that a layer of misty black fog enveloped his face. The 'Hundred Poison Gu' was still latched onto Chen Tian's neck, injecting poison into him.

Wen Ying gently pushed Chen Tian with her hand, and found that Chen Tian was unresponsive, and his entire body was as hard as stone.

All of this indicated that Chen Tian was truly dead!

After a long period of excitement, the two gradually calmed down. Ling Zizhe glanced at Chen Tian's corpse and asked, "Wen-mei, what should we do next?"

Wen Ying had long been fed up with Ling Zizhe's stupidity and incompetence. Hearing his words now, her face immediately darkened, and she scolded him unhappily, "Don't ask me about everything! Can't you use your own brain? Of course, we need to find the antidote first, or we'll both die soon enough!"

If it were any other time, Ling Zizhe would have felt resentful about Wen Ying's reprimands, but today, he seemed to be enjoying it. He chuckled foolishly and walked over to Chen Tian's corpse to start searching.

In truth, Wen Ying didn't really mean to blame Ling Zizhe. She was just frustrated that he wasn't living up to his potential. Deep down, she still cherished Ling Zizhe very much.

So, seeing Ling Zizhe's foolish appearance, a wave of tenderness couldn't help but rise in Wen Ying's heart. She stepped forward and joined him in searching Chen Tian's corpse.

The two of them originally thought that after killing Chen Tian, things would become much smoother.

But gradually, they began to sense something unusual.

Because no matter how they searched, they couldn't find the antidote.

As time passed, Ling Zizhe's initial joy gradually turned back into panic. He looked at Wen Ying and said, "Wen-mei, do you think he might not have brought the antidote with him?"

"That's impossible!" As soon as Ling Zizhe finished speaking, Wen Ying shook her head and said, "Although I didn't spend much time with him, I understand his temperament. I can be sure that the antidote must be on his person! Let's search again!"

Seeing Wen Ying's confident appearance, Ling Zizhe still wanted to say something, but in the end, he obediently closed his mouth and said nothing.

However, after searching a second time, they still couldn't find the antidote.

Faced with this fact, even Wen Ying couldn't help but start to panic.

"Could I have been wrong? Did he really not bring the antidote with him?" Wen Ying's face was ashen as she frantically thought to herself.

However, after hearing her words, Ling Zizhe, who was already fearful, became even more desperate. His lips trembled, and he almost cried as he sat on the ground and complained, "I told you not to be so hasty, but you wouldn't listen. Now it's all gone wrong. We killed him, but the antidote is gone.

If we don't have the antidote, it won't be long before we all die, and we'll be tortured to death by immense pain. I… I don't want to die…"

Ling Zizhe's expression was extremely dejected, his eyes empty, like an old woman muttering to herself.

Wen Ying was already anxious and irritable. Hearing Ling Zizhe's noise, she felt even more annoyed and shouted, "Are you done yet? If you want to die, go die now, don't drag me down! If you don't want to die, shut your mouth!"

Ling Zizhe was naturally cowardly and lacked his own opinions. Therefore, after being shouted at by Wen Ying, he was immediately frightened and obediently shut his mouth, standing aside and saying nothing more.

Wen Ying carefully examined Chen Tian's corpse again, and a sharp glint suddenly flashed in her eyes. She said in a cold voice, "Since we can't find it outside, we can only look inside."

Although Ling Zizhe was somewhat foolish, he quickly understood her meaning after hearing Wen Ying's words and said in horror, "Wen-mei, do you mean… to cut open his body?"

"Hmph, do you have a better idea?" Wen Ying glanced at Ling Zizhe unhappily and asked.

Of course, Ling Zizhe couldn't think of a better idea, so he had to lower his head dejectedly and say nothing more.

With that, Wen Ying raised the dagger in her hand and was about to stab it into Chen Tian's corpse.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened. Chen Tian's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the corners of his mouth curled into a bizarre smile.

"Ding…"

Seeing this scene like a 'corpse fraud,' Wen Ying was immediately frightened and dropped the dagger in her hand. She grabbed Ling Zizhe's hand and hurriedly retreated, terrified, "You… you're not dead yet?"

"No, I'm already dead, oh."

The 'Chen Tian corpse' slowly sat up from the stone bed, still smiling strangely at Wen Ying and the others.

"No… this is impossible!" Wen Ying shook her head as she said in horror, "If you're dead, how can you still be talking now?"

"Truly foolish people!"

The 'Chen Tian corpse' sighed, then said with an almost helpless expression, "I only said that I was already dead, but did I say that my master was dead?"

"Your master?"

Hearing this, Wen Ying seemed to think of something, and her face immediately changed drastically as she said, "Who exactly are you?!"