Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 116

White Emperor City.

As the Qingming Sect’s spirit boat descended, it immediately drew countless gazes.

“Look, that’s the Qingming Sect’s spirit boat!”

“Could it be that Master Xu Yang has arrived?”

“Hurry, report this to the Ying clan’s divine son. This is a perfect opportunity to show loyalty!”

“Don’t be ridiculous; we’re not qualified to meet the Ying clan’s divine son!”

“…”

“Who do you think will win if Xu Yang faces off against the Ying clan’s divine son?”

A curious cultivator asked those around him.

“If there’s no suppression of cultivation, I think Xu Yang has a ninety percent chance of winning. But if he fights the Ying clan’s divine son at the same level, he’s sure to lose.”

“You underestimate True Lord Xu Yang! While Ying Wudi may come from an immortal clan, Xu Yang is the youngest Divine Transformation cultivator in the Northern Province. Even at the same level, he shouldn’t have no chance at all!”

“I have my reasons. My seventh great-uncle’s sworn brother’s cousin’s nephew’s wife’s uncle’s brother-in-law served as a war slave in an immortal clan. Even as a Divine Transformation cultivator, he was defeated in thirty moves by that clan’s divine son!”

“Ah, those immortal clan scions are practically born soaking in pure spirit liquids that reshape their bodies from birth. Unlike us mere mortal ants, who fight tooth and nail over a single pill.”

One rogue cultivator sighed bitterly.

“Don’t belittle yourself and exalt others! I believe in True Lord Xu Yang. He won’t lose to Ying Wudi!”

A prodigy from a major sect declared confidently.

To him, Xu Yang was an idol, the ultimate standard. Someday, he hoped to break the records Xu Yang had set.

“Enough arguing! What if Xu Yang didn’t even come? That’d be awkward.”

“How could he not come? When the Jiang family’s divine son invites someone, even a Void Shattering expert has to show respect, let alone a Divine Transformation cultivator.”

“Let’s go check it out and see for ourselves!”

“I’ve heard Xu Yang isn’t just an extraordinary cultivator but also one of the most handsome men in the world!”

“Bah! Who can compare to me in looks?”

A particularly vain cultivator declared smugly, though no one paid him any attention.

One by one, cultivators transformed into streaks of light, heading toward the Qingming Sect’s spirit boat.

On the spirit boat

Within the luxurious cabin, Xu Yang had been indulging in days of blissful relaxation.

If not for his mastery of a Heaven-ranked cultivation technique that allowed his strength to grow daily, he might have entirely neglected his cultivation amidst the warmth and comfort.

“Master, we’ve arrived at White Emperor City.”

Yuan Kouxuan dutifully helped Xu Yang fasten his robe, her movements gentle and attentive.

“Alright, let’s head down.”

After sending a prepared message via a communication jade slip to Ji Hongluan, Xu Yang placed the slip back at his waist. He then cupped Yuan Kouxuan’s cheeks and kissed her on the forehead.

Her face turned crimson, but she quickly returned the gesture with a kiss on his cheek. Grasping her master’s arm, she accompanied him off the ship.

As Xu Yang and Yuan Kouxuan stepped off the spirit boat, a crowd surged forward, surrounding the pair until not even water could pass through.

The gazes directed at Xu Yang were varied: some burned with excitement, some brimmed with doubt, while others carried inscrutable intent.

Yuan Kouxuan stepped forward, holding her Qingai Sword at the ready, her eyes scanning the crowd warily.

“Master, these people’s intentions are unclear. You should return to the ship while I investigate their purpose before calling you out again.”

“When has your master ever needed you to shield him?”

Xu Yang patted her shoulder lightly, signaling her to stand back. He turned his gaze to the crowd, his expression calm and unbothered.

Deep down, Xu Yang suspected this commotion was related to Qin Kewan, his fifth disciple.

But with the plot having gone astray due to the protagonist’s descent into the demonic path, Xu Yang could not predict the exact situation in the city.

As for Qin Keiwan’s safety, Xu Yang wasn’t concerned. In the original storyline, her background had been described succinctly.

She came from the Immortal Mountain.

Although the Golden Era had yet to fully unfold, making it impossible for the great sects and ancient clans from the Nine Heavens to descend, the Immortal Mountain still stood as one of the strongest forces in the Five Regions.

“Are you True Lord Xu Yang?”

Someone in the crowd finally spoke.

“I am,” Xu Yang replied with a faint smile.

The crowd erupted.

“He’s so handsome! His skin is like jade, and his features are like those of an immortal stepping out of a painting!”

“My god, if I had that face, I wouldn’t bother cultivating. I’d just run to the Joyful Sect and cry, ‘Fairy, I’m starving!’”

“I admit it. This man is better looking than me.”

“Allow me to quote: ‘You, sir, are far uglier than Xu Gong of the north.’”

Moments later, a middle-aged Nascent Soul cultivator emerged from the city, landing gracefully before the crowd. Bowing respectfully, he greeted Xu Yang.

“Greetings, True Lord Xu Yang. I am Liu Feng, a follower of the Ying clan’s divine son.”

“Our divine son has been awaiting your arrival for some time. Please, allow me to escort you to him.”

Xu Yang did not move but instead asked, “And what does your divine son wish of me?”

Liu Feng replied honestly, “Our divine son has long admired your reputation, True Lord. He wishes to both befriend you and spar with you.”

The so-called befriending was likely a pretense, while the sparring was the real intent. Xu Yang, however, was curious.

What had transpired that made these proud heirs of immortal clans suddenly act so courteous toward him?

Could it be that his fifth disciple had beaten them into submission?

“What is your divine son’s cultivation level?” Xu Yang asked, his expression neutral.

“He is in the Nascent Soul realm,” Liu Feng answered.

Yuan Kouxuan’s eyes glinted coldly as she stepped forward, her tone frosty.

“How does a mere Nascent Soul cultivator qualify to challenge my master? I’ll face him in his stead!”

The crowd finally noticed Yuan Kouxuan’s presence. Many were stunned.

“I can’t believe I missed her while looking at Xu Yang earlier!”

“Is she his disciple? She’s stunning! She and Xu Yang standing together look like a match made in heaven—perfectly suited!”

“Careful there, brother. That’s his disciple. If they were together, wouldn’t that be…”

Yuan Kouxuan paid no attention to the whispers.

Liu Feng, despite being a Nascent Soul cultivator, remained respectful, sensing the terrifying power hidden within Xu Yang.

“Our divine son knows he cannot challenge the True Lord without restraint. He wishes for the True Lord to seal his cultivation and fight at the same level.”

Before Yuan Kouxuan could unleash her anger, Xu Yang raised a hand to stop her.

“Master?” Yuan Kouxuan asked, confused.

Xu Yang smiled and patted her head, his voice warm.

“Relax, my dear disciple. I’d like to see what the heirs of immortal clans are capable of.”

Turning to Liu Feng, he said calmly, “Lead the way.”