Master: This Villainous Disciple Is Not The Holy Child - Chapter 11: A Bountiful Harvest, Successfully Curing the Taisu Holy Land Disciples of Their Gambling Addiction

“This…”

“Impossible!”

“Chu Xiu’s only at the fourth level of the Sea of Qi Realm! How did he manage to completely suppress Chen Linfei like that? Chen Linfei couldn’t even defend himself!”

“If Chen Linfei weren’t dead, I’d suspect a fixed match!”

Indeed, from the spectators’ perspective, Chu Xiu had dominated Chen Linfei from the very beginning.

However, the truth was that Chen Linfei’s boasting had given Chu Xiu the perfect opportunity to strike first. Chen Linfei simply hadn’t been able to withstand the subsequent chain of attacks.

The silence was followed by an uproar. The gamblers felt the world spinning around them. Wailing filled the air; feathers were ruffled.

“I lost again! This time I’ve lost everything! I shouldn’t have gambled!”

“Argh! My borrowed 10,000 high-grade spirit stones… just gone?”

“Damn you, Chen Linfei! You useless… Give me back my Profound Weapon!”

“That bastard Chu Xiu! He was definitely playing possum! I bet he concealed his true cultivation!”

“I hate him!”

“If I ever gamble again, I’m a dog!”

Thousands wailed, beating their chests and stamping their feet. The scene was quite the spectacle.

Meanwhile, a delighted Tao Yao escorted Chu Xiu back to the platform.

“Senior Brother, you were amazing!”

“Just a Foundation Establishment level spar,” Chu Xiu replied, his expression calm and indifferent. He’d killed countless Minor Saints. How could a mere first-level Divine Bridge Realm cultivator ruffle his, Chu the Old Devil’s, feathers?

Jian Lingyun’s face was dark. He had suffered a significant loss in this duel. He gave Chu Xiu a long, hard look before flicking his sleeve and flying away in a streak of blue light. He didn’t bother with threats. Only weaklings resorted to threats, and Jian Lingyun was no weakling.

Under the resentful, envious, and hateful gazes of thousands, Chu Xiu beamed as he began collecting his mountain of spoils.

“Oh dear…” Chu Xiu suddenly exclaimed, drawing back the attention of the disciples who had just managed to look away.

“My storage bag is full. Junior Sister, do you have any spare ones?”

Tao Yao waved her jade hand, and a delicate red storage bag flew towards Chu Xiu. He caught it and, with a surge of Yuan Power, refined it in a few breaths.

Not bad. His current storage bag had a capacity of 50 cubic meters. Tao Yao’s had a capacity of 200.

“Thanks, Junior Sister.”

“Just use it, Senior Brother. You’re welcome,” Tao Yao said, a pair of dimples appearing on her cheeks.

Chu Xiu stored the treasures worth 10 million spirit stones in the storage bag, then held up the bottle of Seventh-Grade Heavenly Profound Pills. “Any other Junior or Senior Disciples want to gamble with me?” he called out. “Don’t you all want these fragrant, top-quality Heavenly Profound Pills?”

The bankrupt disciples twitched, their expressions a mixture of pain and disbelief. Have some mercy! they pleaded silently. You’re not here to duel; you’re here to raid our storage bags! You won’t be satisfied until you’ve taken our last spirit stone!

“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll be going then.”

Chu Xiu flicked his finger, and a palm-sized flying boat appeared, expanding in the wind until it was several meters long.

“I’m really leaving now…” he said, stepping onto the boat.

Just as everyone thought he was about to depart, the infuriating fellow poked his head back out, a gentle smile on his face. “I’m really, really leaving now.”

[Ding! Host, you are truly wicked and shameless, a natural-born villain. Reward: 200 Breakthrough Points.]

“Just go already!” someone yelled.

“I don’t want to see you again!”

“Every time I see you, I remember my lost 30,000 high-grade spirit stones!”

The disciples glared at Chu Xiu, their eyes red with hatred. If they weren’t within the Holy Land, they might have swarmed him, killing him for his treasures. Killing intent practically crackled in the air, threatening to tear Chu Xiu to shreds.

“Time to scoot!” Chu Xiu said, piloting the flying boat away from the scene.

Before he left, he received a message from Tao Yao.

“Senior Brother, you offended Jian Lingyun today. He’s a scheming, silent dog that bites. Be careful.”

Chu Xiu nodded his thanks and steered the flying boat towards Yunxia Peak. Within the Holy Land, he wasn’t worried about retaliation. His main concern was improving his cultivation.

Hmm… I’ve won treasures worth 16 million spirit stones. I wonder how many Breakthrough Points I can exchange them for… But first things first, I should visit Master to enhance my aptitude and maximize today’s gains. Chu Xiu thought, his expression returning to its usual indifference. The playful, villainous demeanor vanished without a trace.

Why the theatrics before leaving? Was it just to earn those 200 Breakthrough Points from the system? Absolutely not. While Chu the Old Devil might enjoy killing with a smile, acting like a clown? Unlikely.

So why did he do it? Because just now, using the bronze fox mask he had secretly placed on his Master, he’d eavesdropped on a conversation…

Qi Mengdie: “Holy Lord, are you saying Chu Xiu reached the deepest part of the Primordial Land and obtained the legendary Heavenly Sword Intent?”

Her voice was filled with disbelief. “Impossible! My disciple’s aptitude is… limited. It would be a miracle if he even managed to *enter* the Primordial Land, let alone reach the deepest part and obtain the Heavenly Sword Intent.”

Taisuzi’s voice was calm. “I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Mengdie, has your disciple’s temperament changed recently?”

Qi Mengdie: “Holy Lord, are you suspecting he’s been possessed?”

Taisuzi was silent for a moment. “That was my initial thought, but I quickly dismissed it. One who can project their Yuan Spirit to possess another must be at least a Minor Saint. And to reach the Minor Saint Realm, one must have their own ‘Intent.’ The Primordial Land can only be entered once in a lifetime. Even a possessor cannot defy this supreme rule. Therefore, I do not suspect possession.”

Qi Mengdie: “Then how did my disciple reach the deepest part of the Primordial Land if he hasn’t been possessed?”

Taisuzi: “Perhaps he encountered some extraordinary opportunity. A fourth-level Sea of Qi Realm cultivator killing a first-level Divine Bridge Realm cultivator with a single punch… blood Qi like smoke, a human-shaped ferocious beast… such a physique is definitely not ordinary. I suspect he has awakened a powerful physique similar to the Cangyuan Tyrant Body.”

“Mengdie, nurture this disciple well. With the Heavenly Sword Intent and an unknown powerful physique, our Taisu Holy Land might just produce another invincible Quasi-Emperor Sword God.”

“I will…” Qi Mengdie replied, her voice strained. Nurture him? she thought, her body fidgeting beneath the bronze fox mask. How am I supposed to nurture him when I’ve become his cultivation experience pack?

Chu Xiu almost laughed out loud when he heard this. He could perfectly imagine Qi Mengdie’s dumbfounded expression. He piloted the flying boat towards the summit of Yunxia Peak, intending to have an “in-depth exchange” with his Master. He happened to run into his Third Senior Sister, Ren Hongying.

“Senior Brother, you’re back,” she said, her expression complex. She’d heard about Chu Xiu’s exploits at Tianxing Peak from the other disciples. She looked at him with a mixture of shock and confusion. When did Senior Brother become so powerful?

Chu Xiu nodded, a gentle smile on his face. “Third Senior Sister, are you here to see Master?”

“Yes, but Master refused to see me,” Ren Hongying said, sounding frustrated.

Chu Xiu simply said, “Oh.” He jumped off the flying boat, shrinking it and storing it away before walking towards the main hall.

“Senior Brother… Master isn’t seeing anyone right now,” Ren Hongying warned, frowning.

“Master, your disciple requests an audience,” Chu Xiu called out.

“Mmm… Come in,” a cool, slightly imperious voice replied.

Ren Hongying’s eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at Chu Xiu’s disappearing back, looking as though she’d seen a ghost. “Since when is Senior Brother so favored by Master?”