Chapter 25: The Antidote to the Cultivation-World Yellow-Haired Rascal

As the school was feverishly preparing for the Dueling Test.

High in the heavens, above the clouds, a white-robed figure sat cross-legged, gazing downward, eyes swirling with violet light, as if piercing through the clouds.

The Dao-Union cultivator of the Tai Shang Dao Sect—Zi Huan Zhenjun.

Xiao Ning True Person had left Xuanjian City yesterday, but Zi Huan Zhenjun had no intention of leaving.

Long ago the incident occurred, yet even now he still remembered that earth-shattering sword strike—the Dao-Union sword cultivator who killed a man, after committing a series of acts, did not flee, but instead held Yu’er’s severed head before the eyes of many and questioned the several Dao-Union cultivators who arrived.

At that time he was only a Return-to-Void cultivator, helplessly watching as the Dao-Union sword cultivator departed.

Later, after finally ascending to Dao-Union, he had intended to challenge him—but when he finally faced him, fear gripped his heart so tightly he could not even utter the words “challenge.”

A heart demon.

In that moment he understood: he was trapped by a heart demon; unless he shattered it, he would forever remain stagnant at Dao-Union, never advancing further.

The sect assumed he sought revenge, but only he knew every action he took was solely to break free from his heart demon.

Zi Huan Zhenjun’s expression was calm, yet his thoughts churned violently.

The Sword Sect is arrogant, showing not the slightest regard for Tai Shang Dao Sect’s dignity. Our Ancestor is no less than the Sword Sovereign, both pinnacle beings of Tai Xuan Realm, yet we constantly yield—this is far too weak!

Even our own disciples have taken up this “cautious cultivation” nonsense—it’s utterly incomprehensible! Yet that Dao-Union sword cultivator’s sword art is staggering, his combat power so overwhelming it inspires despair—I… am no match. I must find another way to resolve this.

That sword cultivator who emerged from seclusion was one attempt. Though he severed one of the Dao-Union demon’s hands, the demon still escaped. From this alone, even if he were Dao-Union, he could not possibly be that powerful.

So he arrived here early to observe.

Today’s Dueling Test is the largest event held in Xuanjian City recently.

According to past patterns, ancient cultivators emerging from seclusion usually hide themselves, slowly learning this vastly changed world, and since their realms are so profound, they tend to gravitate toward crowded places.

Thus, the emerging sword cultivator is very likely to appear here.

………

Meanwhile, not far from the school, a barbecue shop.

Since it was still early, few customers were inside, and those present ordered only kidneys and oysters.

The owner was a middle-aged man with peak Foundation Establishment cultivation, his body packed with muscle, clearly a pure body cultivator.

These young kids, coming here so early to eat this stuff—don’t they know how to cherish their bodies?

As he sighed inwardly, he expertly sprinkled various spices.

WHOOSH!

A multicolored flying sword descended, its rider a thin, yellow-haired youth with sunken eyes, looking listless.

The commotion drew many glances.

Among them was Xu Xing, buying buns at the steamed bun stall next door.

He had come outside early with one goal: the “Basic Cultivation Method” created by Sheng Huang Yuan—and incidentally, to observe Zhang Yunlu’s performance.

“Boss, ten skewers of kidneys!” The yellow-haired youth spoke, pulling out a vial and swallowing several pills.

Yi Qi Yang Shen Pills—a low-grade elixir, its effect… those who know, know.

“Got it!” The boss grabbed two massive kidneys, expertly slicing them open. “Thanks for your patronage, young man—I’ll throw in two extra skewers.”

He ran this shop to make money—he wouldn’t turn away business that walked in.

Besides, the way this kid looked, he might become a regular customer.

“Thanks, boss.”

Perhaps he was truly exhausted—he waved dismissively and headed to find a seat to rest.

At that moment, a girl, around twenty, with a beautiful face and slender figure, wearing a light gray tank top and shorts, also landed on her flying sword.

The yellow-haired youth froze mid-step.

“Dad!” the girl called sweetly.

Huh? The yellow-haired youth scratched his head—was this really appropriate out here?

But the next instant, he heard a sigh.

“…”

This barbecue owner was her father?!

The yellow-haired youth was stunned, staring at the owner’s muscular frame, his heart trembling. “Let me introduce you—this is my boyfriend,” the girl pointed at the retreating yellow-haired youth.

“Oh.”

The barbecue owner, busy with his work, nodded—then suddenly realized, whipping his head around!

The two locked eyes for a long moment.

The barbecue owner smiled at his daughter—but the smile looked grotesque, veins bulging on his forehead.

“He’s your boyfriend?”

“Yep.”

“I ***!”

The barbecue owner’s eyes turned red; his massive hand shot out, grabbing the yellow-haired youth, who nearly fainted with terror, scrambling onto his flying sword to flee—only to be yanked down by his collar.

The yellow-haired youth was only pseudo-Foundation Establishment; against a peak Foundation Establishment orthodox body cultivator, he had zero resistance, lifted like a helpless chick.

“Speak up! Did you take her to a hotel yesterday?!”

“N-no…”

“Dad, I was in my room all yesterday!”

Hearing this, the barbecue owner regained some reason and set the yellow-haired youth down.

“Get out!” The yellow-haired youth scrambled away, crawling.

“Wait! Where did you sleep last night?”

“...Her room.”

The barbecue owner’s face flushed crimson; faint crimson blood-aura shadows flickered around him—no father could endure this!

“Don’t get upset, Dad—he’s really good.”

The yellow-haired youth nearly cried—Lady, please don’t add fuel to the fire! “Good? How could he be good?!” The words were squeezed through clenched teeth.

“His essence and desires are excellent.”

Huh?? “What?”

Not just the parties involved—even the onlookers were stunned.

There was a twist!

“I joined the He Huan Sect. And he didn’t actually touch me—all those things he saw were illusions.”

“You lied to me?!” The yellow-haired youth couldn’t believe it.

“I didn’t lie—I told you, and you agreed.”

The yellow-haired youth: “...”

It wasn’t that he had seduced her—it was she who had seduced him.

The crimson blood-aura shadows vanished.

The barbecue owner and the yellow-haired youth both wore complex expressions.

The atmosphere grew awkward—just who was the loser here?

“Get inside! We’re settling this today!”

Facing the still-furious barbecue owner, the yellow-haired youth dared not flee—he picked up his fallen flying sword and followed him into the shop.

Soon, the door shut.

“Tsk tsk. Times these days.” The bun stall owner sighed.

Xu Xing held his buns, finding the whole scene oddly entertaining.

He hadn’t expected to witness such a spectacle today—this cultivation-world version of a yellow-haired troublemaker had finally met his match.

He then walked toward the school, and the onlookers gradually dispersed.

The entertainment was over—now it was time to see Sheng Huang Yuan’s method.

Please collect, please follow! (End of chapter)