The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife Chapter 611: Rescue Zhan Jingshu

"Bang——"

Mu Qiuniang moved with incredible speed, suddenly sending a burst of white light from the Divine Pen, striking Gong Leitian on the back.

Gong Leitian staggered and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Taking the opportunity, Mu Qiuniang delivered a horizontal kick to Gong Leitian’s belly, sending him flying.

Along with him, Zhan Jingshu, who was in his grasp, was also kicked away.

However, his luck wasn’t as good as Zhan Jingshu’s. Zhan Jingshu was caught by a rosevine summoned by Mu Qiuniang, preventing him from hitting the ground, while Gong Leitian crashed directly into a thick wall.

With another "bang," he spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, his internal organs dislocated.

"Senior Brother..."

Murong and Li Qiqi hurried over to save him.

anwhile, Mu Qiuniang pressed her advantage, continuing her assault on Gong Leitian. Raising the Divine Pen into the air, she unleashed one white Thunder Strike after another, as if they cost nothing.

"Bang——"

"Bang——"

"Bang——"

If Mu Qiuniang had any reservations earlier, fearing that Gong Leitian’s death might disrupt the connection between the Cultivation World and the ordinary world, those reservations no longer mattered now that Gong Leitian had crossed her line. Apologies, but she would not hold back any longer.

She went straight for the kill: "Deadly Strike——"

"Master...wait!" The still-dazed Zhan Jingshu ca to his senses just as he saw his master release a massive attack, startled.

Oh my god, he hadn’t had the chance to explain that the one responsible for all this wasn’t Gong Leitian but the person possessing him.

"Bang——"

Unfortunately, he spoke too late.

The concentrated white light condensed to the size of a small car, crashing down heavily.

For a long mont, the white light dissipated, revealing a deep pit over ten ters in diater, with no trace of Gong Leitian.

Zhan Jingshu quickly instructed Murong and Li Qiqi to save him, to see if Gong Leitian was still alive.

"Senior Brother, what are you doing? He almost killed you just now." Li Qiqi was completely baffled.

Murong was still confused: "Moreover, Master is currently being frad as the culprit threatening the Cultivation World. Senior Brother, surely you don’t still support this person?"

"No," Zhan Jingshu replied, "Master, Gong Leitian is innocent. All of this was done by the ghost possessing him."

"A ghost?" Murong looked bewildered, "Isn’t Gong Leitian a Cultivator? How could he be possessed by a ghost?"

Mu Qiuniang also felt puzzled.

"It’s not an ordinary ghost, it’s an Evil Cultivator, an Evil Cultivator who has cultivated for hundreds of years."

"I see." Mu Qiuniang imdiately understood. No wonder sothing felt off; it was all orchestrated by an Evil Cultivator?

But how did the Evil Cultivator know about the Hidden Immortal Sect?

Could it be that a disciple of the Hidden Immortal Sect turned into an Evil Cultivator?

She frowned, clearly displeased.

How could the Hidden Immortal Sect experience sothing like this?

Nevertheless, she jumped into the deep pit to look for him.

A weakened Gong Leitian was brought up by her, like carrying a sack, and thrown to the ground.

Already at death’s door, being thrown down like that, he coughed out more fresh blood, soaking the front of his clothes.

"Gong Leitian, are you still alive?" Zhan Jingshu pushed away Murong and Li Qiqi’s hands, rushing over.

"Cough cough cough... Jingshu?" His eyes were a bit confused, coughing lightly, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, "Why... are you here?"

"You’ve been possessed by an Evil Cultivator, do you know? It’s that Envoy Qiu, he’s an Evil Cultivator. Do you know how many bad things he did using your identity? And Master has also been frad, accused of threatening the entire Cultivation World... Gong Leitian, you must help clear Master’s na."

Before Zhan Jingshu could finish, Gong Leitian almost choked to death on his own blood.

Mu Qiuniang, helpless, could only administer needles and force-feed him an Elixir to save his life.

"Master, is there any hope?" Zhan Jingshu asked urgently.

Mu Qiuniang shook her head. After delivering a deadly blow, how could there be any hope? This Elixir was only enough to sustain him montarily.

"If you have any questions, ask quickly, he won’t hold on much longer."

Hearing Mu Qiuniang’s voice, Gong Leitian weakly extended his hand: "Grandmaster..."

He tried to grasp Mu Qiuniang’s hand, but she avoided it.

The expression on his face showed a trace of desolation: "Grandmaster, so you really...really hate ... cough cough cough..."