I am a Late Bloomer in the Immortal World

Chapter 487: Pressuring Linglong, Demonic Restriction

But Fu Linglong quickly calmed herself down.Though she had grown up pampered as the young miss of the Fu Clan, her past involvement with the Six Desires Sect meant she wasn’t someone who panicked in a crisis.

"Wei Tu, if you kill Fu Dalu, you won’t make it out of Peach Immortal City alive. Jinglian Convent won’t let you off so easily."

She let out a cold snort as she spoke.

After finishing, Fu Linglong carefully watched Wei Tu’s expression. But to her disappointment, he didn’t show the slightest panic. His face was still calm as ever—completely confident, as if he had already won.

Seeing this, she sighed and took a step back.

"Wei Tu, what exactly do you want? Just say it."

She said this not out of cowardice, but because she had already seen it clearly—Wei Tu wasn’t someone who could be scared off by a few threats.

He was certain that she wouldn’t risk her brother Fu Dalu’s life so easily.

After all, actions spoke louder than words.

Just now, though her tone was cold and fierce, her cautious behavior had already exposed her true stance.

—She wasn’t ready to go all in.

If she truly had that kind of resolve, she should have sent a message to her master, Venerable Master Jinglian, the moment Wei Tu appeared. She should’ve called for help immediately, not bothered to exchange words with him like this.

"Wei Tu, don’t think I’ll just go along with you because you’re threatening my brother."

"I’m not stupid enough to fight fire with fire."

Fu Linglong bit her lip hard. Her voice turned even colder.

Seeing that she was willing to talk, Wei Tu nodded slightly. A faint smile appeared on his face as he spoke again.

"Miss Fu, rest assured. Since I’ve chosen to talk things through, as long as the negotiation goes well, I promise neither you nor your brother will be harmed."

"Really?" Fu Linglong let out a breath of relief, some tension leaving her body.

As long as their lives weren’t in danger, it wouldn’t be a big deal to concede a bit of benefit.

However, that relief didn’t last long.

Wei Tu’s next words instantly made her furious.

"What? A demonic restriction?"

"You want to plant a restriction on me?"

Fu Linglong’s face flushed with anger.

She hadn’t expected Wei Tu to be so brazen, actually trying to force her—a Nascent Soul cultivator with a bright future, the next head of Jinglian Convent—to submit to a restriction, using her brother’s life as leverage.

How could she accept that?

And he dared say he wouldn’t touch a single hair?

"If not this method, Miss Fu, how else am I supposed to guarantee that you won’t come for revenge against me or my loved ones in the future?"

Wei Tu glanced at her and said coolly.

This was the only way he could think of to settle the issue without killing her.

As for soul oaths...

He didn’t have a spare Heaven’s Nether True Page to ensure she’d be bound by it.

"Revenge, huh?"

Now Fu Linglong finally understood why Wei Tu had come all the way to Liao Prefecture to assassinate her.

He didn’t trust her.

He believed that once she formed her Nascent Soul, she would inevitably come after him and his people.

And honestly, she had no real way to refute that accusation.

She had to admit—she was exactly that kind of person.

From chasing down Wei Tu’s alias "Yi Yun" to using Ji Zhang’s downfall for her breakthrough, everything pointed to her vengeful nature.

In other words, Wei Tu had already formed a strong mental block toward her.

It made perfect sense for him to think this way.

It would be foolish of him to believe she was kind and forgiving.

'Karma,' Fu Linglong thought with a sigh. She understood that today’s crisis was a result of the evil seeds she planted a hundred years ago.

If she hadn’t latched onto Wei Tu’s identity back then, none of this would’ve happened to her or Fu Dalu.

"Impossible! I’m the next head of Jinglian Convent, a proud Nascent Soul cultivator. How could I accept such humiliation—having my life controlled by someone else?!"

Fu Linglong flatly refused.

She turned her head away, no longer looking directly at Wei Tu, as if trying to escape reality.

"In that case, since Miss Fu refuses, I’ll start with your brother."

As the words left his mouth, Wei Tu took a single step—and his body blurred, instantly passing by Fu Linglong, heading straight toward Fu Dalu’s location within the residence.

Where he moved, shadows trailed behind.

"So fast!" Fu Linglong’s eyes widened in shock.

They were both newly ascended Nascent Soul cultivators, yet her escape speed was only half of Wei Tu’s.

In other words—he was twice as fast.

That might not sound like much, but in a real situation, it meant that Wei Tu could kill Fu Dalu and escape easily, without fear of her or Venerable Master Jinglian catching up in time.

'What kind of monster is he? He broke through to Nascent Soul only thirty years earlier than me, and he’s already at this level?'

Fu Linglong couldn’t hide the look of disbelief on her face.

Even if she had another thirty years, she was sure she couldn’t reach the level Wei Tu had just displayed.

But now wasn’t the time for Fu Linglong to dwell on how Wei Tu's movement speed was so fast. If she didn’t speak up right away, Fu Dalu’s life would be taken in an instant.

"Wei Tu, stop! I agree…"

"I agree to your terms."

Fu Linglong closed her eyes and took a deep breath, sending a voice transmission to Wei Tu just as he neared Fu Dalu.

Earlier, she hadn’t rejected Wei Tu’s demand because she didn’t care about Fu Dalu’s life, but because she had gambled—gambled that she could stop Wei Tu.

But clearly, she lost.

With her current strength, there was no way she could stop Wei Tu from killing Fu Dalu.

As soon as her voice transmission reached him, Wei Tu halted his movement. With a flick of his sleeve, his body turned into a flash of green light and returned to Fu Linglong’s chamber.

Meanwhile, inside the residence, Fu Dalu hadn’t sensed anything.

He was still instructing the household servants to prepare the meal, ready to welcome his sister Fu Linglong, who had returned home after a long absence.

"Miss Fu, you value your brother this much?"

Wei Tu returned to her chamber and looked at Fu Linglong, who had a slight scowl and teary eyes, and asked with some surprise.

Honestly, when he threatened Fu Dalu earlier, he hadn’t really expected it to work.

Just as Fu Linglong had said, she wasn’t the type to do something as foolish as ‘adding fuel to the fire.’

So when he moved to kill Fu Dalu, he had already prepared to fight Fu Linglong with everything he had.

What he didn’t expect was that this woman said one thing but did another—she cared more about Fu Dalu’s life than her own.

After all, having a demonic restriction placed on her and losing control over her own life wasn’t much different from dying.

That alone made Wei Tu reevaluate her.

"If Fu Dalu dies, no one will be around to serve me so dutifully anymore."

"As for the demonic restriction, I’ll just pretend it’s a mosquito bite—not worth mentioning."

Even now, Fu Linglong still spoke with sharpness. When she heard what Wei Tu said, she laughed coldly and snapped back at him.

Then she raised her arms, presenting herself like meat on a chopping block.

Right now, she was the fish, and he was the knife.

Fu Linglong understood well—if Wei Tu wanted to kill her, begging a hundred times before the restriction was planted would be useless.

On the other hand, if he didn’t want to kill her, she wouldn’t need to beg to survive.

And as for Wei Tu’s trustworthiness, she had already known a bit about it since a hundred years ago.

Someone who refused to dual cultivate with her twice wasn’t exactly a virtuous man of the righteous path, but he wasn’t some dishonorable, backstabbing scum either.

Besides, from another perspective…

Once the restriction was planted and her life was in Wei Tu’s hands, what reason would he have to kill her?

"A mosquito bite, huh…"

Hearing that, Wei Tu fell silent. He knew she was mocking him for keeping his hands off her back then.

But now, he wouldn’t miss such a perfect opportunity.

He moved his lips slightly and formed a hand seal. Five small rings appeared on his hand, each the size of a baby’s fist.

The rings were colored yellow, black, white, red, and green—matching the five elements. It was the Five Element Spirit-Control Rings he had cultivated decades ago.

Wei Tu stepped forward and, as Fu Linglong released her protective barrier, he struck her body several times in quick succession.

With a few soft "whoosh" sounds, the rings flew from his hands and landed on her neck, wrists, and ankles.

Unlike when Cao Mi was bound by this same technique, Fu Linglong was fully conscious. As the rings latched onto her, a painful moan escaped her lips.

Still, she forced herself to hold it in, turning her moans into shallow breaths. She didn’t want to show weakness in front of Wei Tu.

Luckily, the room was protected by a soundproof formation. No one outside could hear anything, or else it might have led to serious misunderstandings.

Once the Five Element Spirit-Control Rings were firmly in place, Wei Tu slapped his chest hard and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.

While the blood floated midair, he quickly formed hand seals and infused them with multiple incantations. The blood strands darkened into thin black threads.

Then, after a brief pause, he summoned the Ghost-Eyed Demon Spider and added some spider venom into the blood threads, turning them pitch black.

After finishing, he walked back over to Fu Linglong, pinched her chin, and forced her to open her mouth. Then he fed her the two blood threads.

"What is this?" As soon as she swallowed them, Fu Linglong felt like Wei Tu could see through everything in her body.

The sensation terrified her. She quickly asked.

"A demonic restriction—Blood Spirit Threads." Wei Tu walked to the side, casually found a chair and sat down, smiling faintly as he replied.

Blood Spirit Threads was a high-level demonic technique he had looted from Ancestor Ningyan’s storage pouch after killing her.

Unlike the Five Element Spirit-Control Rings, this one didn’t restrict physical movement. But once ingested, the Blood Spirit Threads were nearly impossible to remove and could effectively control the target’s physical and spiritual body.

That oppressive feeling Fu Linglong just experienced—it came directly from this.