Reborn of the immortal cultivator

How dare you ?

However, the palm stood mid-air as if it was stuck.

“Fool” Wallace muttered coldly as he stared at her while she gnashed her teeth.

“What the hell?”

She lashed out in anger. To her, he was just a low rank Qi-condensation nobody she had spent years tormenting.

How on earth was he able to get her stuck? Could it be her imagination?

However, to Wallace, it felt like an insult to him because inside the shell of his new body, his million-year-old consciousness seemed to ignite!

Who the hell did she then think she was? A low rank foundation building disciple was no match for him!

Too pathetic!

It didn't take a while before he channeled the sluggish body through a microscopic needle of Qi and directed it into the tip of his shoulder down his arm and into the cheek of the woman he intended to strike and … CRACK!

"AHHHHHHH!"

A painful scream erupted but it wasn't from Wallace. It was from the arrogant woman who clutched her right hand to her chest.

Her fingers were bent at unnatural angles and it felt as if she had slapped a wall of steel instead of a human face.

The other girls in the backyard gasped in horror while Wallace slowly turned his head back.

His cheek didn't seem red but he looked bored. The "minor headache" from the memory fusion was more painful.

"You should be careful," Wallace said coldly. "The ground is slippery. You could have tripped.."

"You... what did you do?!" Clara hissed through gritted teeth. "You're just a trash rank servant! How dare you…”

"I did nothing," Wallace interrupted, taking a single step forward.

Despite his ragged clothes and the mud on his knees, the aura he radiated for a split second was that of an Emperor standing over a speck of dust.

The girls scrambled backward afraid that their cultivation wouldn't save them, tripping over the very waste they had told him to clear.

"The filth” Wallace reminded her, his eyes cold. "Didn't you say it needed to be cleared?”

However, they said nothing as they looked at him in fright. Just as if it seemed as though he was about to take another step forward, a wave of ache filled his brain again when he almost stumbled.

His soul shook as though he was about to lose something important.

Was he about to lose years of cultivation? His powers?

“No…. That can't be! I can't be stuck in this body and lose my powers” He muttered in shock while the other ladies looked scared.

His actions seemed as if he wanted to lynch on them.

“Please don't hit us… “

They yelled in a wave of desperation. Yet, that didn't move him. After all, they were the least of his problems.

He needed to think and rest. After all, how would he survive if he lost his powers that took him years to acquire?

Judging by the dormitory backyard, he knew his room wasn't too far from there. Only then did he walk inside and just as he predicted, he was right because the room only had essentials that a beginner in Qi training could have.

He held his head in his palms and closed his eyes, trying to wonder what went wrong.

A moment later, he realized something… His soul had been displaced in a trashy body and there was little or no hope for his cultivation because the body’s spiritual root that connected to the heavens had withered and worse still, a powerful cultivator placed a seal on his soul masking his potential and blocking his energy flow.

He couldn't go beyond Qi condensation no matter how much he cultivated.

No wonder the boy was so useless to the extent that they all bullied him. The teachers could do nothing to help. After all, they were also tired and since they didn't want to let him go, he decided to be their errand boy to avoid trouble.

Those who were at the beginning with him were already at the Golden Core stage and some of them that were extremely good were almost at the soul formation stage.

So, no matter what Wallace did, his cultivation would also be blocked. Whatever he displayed earlier was just a fragment of his original power. Nothing more.

Still, could it be the reason for the boy's death?

That was when he realized he was in a deep mess. If he was stuck in a body like this, how would he defeat the Superior?

“I definitely can't go back to that Pavilion …” He thought, clenching his fist, remembering everything he went through.

There has to be a solution to bypass the sickness this current body is going through.

Could he use one of the four great tiers of cultivation to do that?

He wondered as he closed his eyes, searching for something better. He couldn't just go with any flow to bypass anything because in the world of cultivation, it was ranked by grades.

Yellow, the most basic level, black a bit higher, Earth, top tier technique and heaven, the highest and these grades are also subgrouped into three: Low, Middle and high-peak stages.

Wallace had mastered every technique. However, this body had a nameless technique that was far below yellow as a worst student since he was suffering from the aftermath of the curse.

If he used a middlegrade-earth tier technique, it was still not enough to warm him up for whatever he needed to do even though he carried countless techniques as a master.

That was when he realized what he truly needed. High peak technique.

That way, he would get past the effect in this body. Only then did he begin to move into the realm of internal alchemy by circulating energy.

However, before he could sink fully into concentration, a sudden splash of icy water splashed his face.

His eyes flew open.

“You fool! How dare you?”