When a Western Fantasy Witch Traveled to the Immortal Cultivation World and Became the King of Scrol

Chapter 1 My Immortal Mother Uses Magic to Defeat Enemies

“Release my daughter.”

The dusty cloth-dressed woman stood up with difficulty from the ruins of the collapsed thatched hut. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes were red as she stared straight at the evil cultivator in black robe who was pinching the little girl's neck.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The evil cultivator frowned, wondering if this woman had been hit silly or had a mental illness. Then he saw the mortal woman grab a broken piece of wood from the beam and pounced on him fiercely.

"Let my daughter go! Cruciatus!"

The woman's legs were broken by the impact, and no matter how ferociously she threw herself forward, in the eyes of the evil cultivator, she was still a mere ant whom he despised.

He laughed out loud, and his hands around the woman's daughter's neck gradually tightened.

"Oh? Even a country woman knows how to use force to tear out bones and hearts. You little ant, you dare to fight to the death in front of me. Are you trying to experience the real pain of being torn out bones and hearts...ah!"

Before he could finish his harsh words, he suddenly realized that the ordinary wooden thorn in the hand of the lame woman in front of him suddenly emitted a mysterious power he had never seen before. Then, in less than a breath, before he even had time to react, his heart suddenly contracted, and the piercing pain spread throughout his body like a maggot attached to his bones, and his blood circulation stagnated.

The girl who was originally pinched by him, after noticing his abnormality, was not afraid at all. Instead, with a cold face, she pried open his fingers one by one, and finally kicked him hard between his legs with her short legs!
"You bastard! You dared to destroy the house that my mother and I worked so hard to build, and you even dared to strangle me! Die!!!"

The evil cultivator in black fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Seeing the bad guy fall, the woman seemed to have all her strength drained away. She dropped the wooden thorn in her hand, limped towards the girl, held her little face and looked around, then set her eyes on her neck which was gradually turning purple, and burst into tears with heartache.

"I'm fine, Mom, sit down first, let me take a look at your legs."

Zhou Ling supported her mother with her backhand. Although she seemed calm, she was actually very panicked inside. But she had to hold on. There had to be someone rational enough to be the backbone of the family.

Her mother's leg injury was serious, and the calf bone was visibly broken and crooked. No one knew how her mother managed to endure it without crying out in pain.

Zhou Ling held back the tears in her eyes and turned around to find the broken beam her mother had just taken.

"Mom, try again, try again, the healing magic, remember? When I was a kid, I accidentally fell off the mountain, and you used that magic to save me. Use it on your own legs, quickly."

"No... this is not a magic wand, I can't do it." The woman waved her hands repeatedly, not wanting to take the wooden thorn.

"Yes, it can be done even without a magic wand. It worked before and it works now, mother, believe me, you can do it. You need to heal your leg quickly so that you can continue to run away with Ling'er. Look around, there are evil cultivators slaughtering villages everywhere. It's not safe here anymore. If mother's leg can't be healed, we may all die here."

"No! Ling'er won't die!" The woman suddenly became emotional and grabbed Zhou Ling's hand with red eyes.

"Okay, Ling'er won't die. Mother, heal your leg injury for me, okay?" Zhou Ling was extremely anxious. The evil cultivator who had just been cast a spell was not dead yet. He was struggling to reach out to the storage bag on his waist, as if trying to save himself!

But she couldn't panic, and she remained calm and advised her mother in a gentle voice.

"Okay!" The woman responded quickly this time. There were streaks of light above her head and a loud whistling sound. From the village not far away, there were faint sounds of crying and screaming. The evil cultivator who came to their house to do evil was temporarily subdued, but the danger was still everywhere.

She had some language barriers, but she understood that if she didn't leave, her daughter would still be in danger.

Magic, sometimes doesn't require a wand.

A witch can control magic power herself.

The woman dropped the wooden splinter and clasped her injured leg with both hands.

"cure……"

He whispered something in his mouth, and the broken bones were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Ling was not idle either. Just when the evil cultivator was about to touch her storage bag, she took a step ahead of him and reached out to grab the light cloth bag in her hand.

At this time, the evil cultivator who was cursed suffered a sudden cardiac arrest and was in great pain. He refused to accept his fate and tried to save himself with his will, but when he was about to succeed, his storage bag was stolen!
"You... dare." His face, which had turned purple with anger, looked ferocious as he stared at Zhou Ling, as if trying to scare her into returning his storage bag.

Zhou Ling ignored his threats. Immortal cultivators always have many backup plans. What's more, this was an evil cultivator who relied on sucking the brains and souls of children to strengthen his own cultivation. As long as he was not dead, she and her mother would not be safe.

In the seven years since she was born, she never dared to imagine that in the future she would need to use these tender hands of a child to take someone's life.

But now...

She struggled to lift a broken bluestone slab from beside her feet.

"How dare you!" How could the evil cultivator not know what the little girl was trying to do? He couldn't believe it, and his words were filled with panic. This pair seemed to be just an ordinary mother and daughter in the mortal world, but in fact, they were very evil! The child was not like a child, and the mother was not like a human. Now he didn't know what kind of evil magic had been cast on him, and this little girl wanted to take his life. She could definitely do it!

Zhou Ling gritted his teeth and ignored him, bringing down the stone slab in his hand heavily. However, because his strength was not strong enough, the evil cultivator was only smashed on the head, causing bleeding, but his life was not in danger.

The evil cultivator was really scared. His heartbeat still hadn't recovered. The pain almost crushed his last bit of sanity, and he wanted to find relief through death.

But why! He has been practicing hard for two hundred years, and now he is only one step away. As long as he eats this little girl, he will be able to break through the foundation-building stage and form a pill, and then he can enjoy a lifespan of five hundred years!
It doesn't make sense that at the last step, I would die at the hands of my own food!
He forced himself to turn his head and try to climb away, but he didn't notice that another bluestone slab was flying towards him and hitting him hard on the back.

With a click, the spine broke, and the evil cultivator's bloody head tilted, completely dead.

The woman behind patted the dust on her hands from moving stones, took a few steps forward, and held Zhou Ling's little hand.

"I'll take care of this."

Even though he was also very scared, he was able to stand up firmly to protect her at this time.

Zhou Ling felt a lump in her throat, but now was not the time to be moved.

In the world of immortal cultivators, their bodies may die but their souls are immortal. Although the evil cultivator who came to kill their family did not have a high level of cultivation, he could still cause a lot of trouble after his soul left his body.

"Mom, we have to burn him to ..."

But before Zhou Ling could finish his words, a shrill scream suddenly came from the direction of the dead evil cultivator beside him! It was like the howling of a resentful ghost, eerie and piercing, reaching the sky. This evil cultivator was willing to risk his soul to spread the news of the abnormality here.

Zhou Ling felt her heart sink! Her body reacted faster than her brain, and she subconsciously went to her mother's arms.

"run!"

Before the spiritual pressure from all directions gathered here, Zhou Ling only had time to shout this one word to his mother.

Fortunately, although my mother is not very reliable at ordinary times, she reacts quite quickly when her life is at stake.

Apparition is one of my mother's special magics. It is similar to the teleportation talisman in the world of immortal cultivation. In this world of immortal cultivation where people are killed without leaving any bones, my mother and I don't know how many times this magic has saved our lives.

But this time the situation...

Zhou Ling tried desperately to suppress the urge to feel dizzy and vomit every time he teleported. As soon as he landed, he immediately alerted his surroundings and observed the terrain he was in.

This magic has many limitations. It is cast based on the strength of the mother's own magic power and her familiarity with the surrounding environment. The distance of each transmission is not too far.

In other words, the distance they traveled at one time could not guarantee their safety. Zhou Ling's mother obviously knew this, and after landing, she did not stop, but held Zhou Ling's arm tightly and performed the Phantom Move again.

Zhou Ling was shocked, is my mother going to die?!
"mother!"

When he landed again, he found himself in a lush forest, and the village at the foot of the mountain of the Shengguo Sect had been left far behind.

However, without a proper wand and in an environment that was not conducive to casting spells, the woman had to use Apparition twice, which almost exhausted all of her mental energy. Especially this time, she tried her best to move to the maximum distance.

As soon as the two of them landed on the ground, she could no longer support herself and her knees went weak, causing her to kneel down among the thick dead branches and leaves.

It was the first time that Zhou Ling saw her mother so weak, her lips were pale and her breathing was weak.

Her young body could not support the weight of her mother at all. At this moment, she was supporting her mother as she sat down in the deep forest. There were rays of light above her head that showed no sign of stopping. The evil cultivator died from cardiac arrest and the heavy impact of the bluestone slab. There was no way his fellow disciples would let the attacker go.

The feeling of helplessness was overwhelming and almost crushed Zhou Ling.

But being able to live a new life with the memories of the past life, should we just give up like this?

"Put me down, Ling'er... go."

The mother, who was so weak that she couldn't even open her eyes, was still using her last bit of strength to push Zhou Ling's hand, trying to drive her away and let her escape alone.

Zhou Ling raised her hand and wiped away her tears.

"Why are you leaving? We live together and die together!"

(End of this chapter)