Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 117

In fact, Xu Yang had already guessed most of what had transpired in the city.

It should have been those arrogant immortals clamoring to accept him as a follower. Qin Wan must have overheard and been displeased, leading to a clash that escalated into the current situation.

In such a case, as her master, there was no way he could allow Qin Wan to lose face!

As for whether he could defeat the so-called son of the Ying clan in the same realm, Xu Yang hadn’t even considered it.

After all, his current combat power was more than enough to defeat the younger versions of many immortal emperors throughout history, let alone a Ying clan divine son who was barely relevant in the original plot.

“Master Xu Yang, you represent all of us ordinary geniuses—please, you must win!”

“Master Xu, I believe in you. That Ying clan son was simply lucky to be born into an immortal clan. To be honest, he’s definitely not your match!”

“Master Xu Yang, please teach him a lesson… Winning is all that matters!”

A group of casual cultivators and disciples from various sects looked at Xu Yang with sincere eyes.

?

Fortunately, none of them added the word “please,” or Xu Yang would have suspected he’d wandered into the wrong novel.

But their words were oddly invigorating—far more stirring than watching Bo…

Xu Yang smiled, waved to the crowd, held the hand of his eldest disciple, and followed Liu Feng into the city.

Ascending Heaven Tower

On the high platform beside the martial arts arena, Ying Wudi, surrounded by divine light, sat with his eyes closed. Though he seemed to be resting, he was in fact mentally simulating countless exchanges with Xu Yang.

When he reached his 100th simulated victory, Ying Wudi opened his eyes, the divine light within them blazing with boundless confidence.

In all 100 simulations, while Xu Yang proved a tougher opponent than most, he had never come close to beating him.

After all, the techniques Ying Wudi cultivated were at least earth-grade upper-rank. How could Xu Yang possibly compare?

He truly couldn’t imagine losing.

“Brother Ying, are you confident?”

A son of the immortal clan asked with a smile.

“Isn’t that obvious? Just look at Brother Ying’s expression—it’s wisdom and confidence incarnate!”

“I wonder if Xu Yang will regret coming to this event.”

“Regret? It’s his honor to serve as Brother Wudi’s stepping stone!”

A group of immortal clan heirs surrounded Ying Wudi, their words dripping with flattery. Though no sparring had occurred yet, they spoke as if Ying Wudi’s victory was already a foregone conclusion.

“But seriously, Brother Wudi, you should at least pretend to put in some effort during your match with Xu Yang, or he might lose face.”

“Good point. If you finish him off too quickly, it could reflect poorly on you.”

“Exactly—don’t forget the Immortal Mountain’s reputation. It’s not wise to act impulsively.”

The heirs nodded in agreement. Xu Yang might be easy to suppress, but the Immortal Mountain was a force to be reckoned with.

“Don’t worry—I’ll handle Xu Yang within 100 moves,” Ying Wudi declared arrogantly. He even glanced at Qin Wan nearby, hoping to catch a trace of nervousness on his face.

But to his disappointment, Qin Wan remained as calm as ever.

Wasn’t he panicking at all?

On the other side
Because Qin Wan was aloof and indifferent to most people, no heirs from the Immortal Sect bothered trying to curry favor with him. Only the Jiang siblings lingered nearby, chatting casually with him.

“Brother Wan, aren’t you panicking?” Jiang Yaomeng tilted her head and asked curiously.

“Why should I panic?” Qin Wan replied while leisurely eating a spirit fruit.

“Look at my elder brother—he’s so flustered, fidgeting like there are iron needles under his seat!” Jiang Yaomeng teased.

‘Do you even remember I’m your elder brother? If you hadn’t said anything, I’d have thought Qin Wan was your real brother…’ Jiang Haoyu rolled his eyes at her, then turned to Qin Wan.

“Brother Qin, do you really think Xu Yang will win?”

Although Jiang Haoyu acknowledged Xu Yang’s extraordinary talent, he estimated that Xu Yang only had a 30% chance of defeating Ying Wudi in the same realm.

Jiang Haoyu had sparred with Ying Wudi countless times and knew his friend’s combat power intimately. When Ying Wudi went all out, few in the same realm could match him.

“Not think—know. Brother Haoyu, just wait and see. It won’t take one move—no, half a move—for Xu Yang to defeat Ying Wudi!” Qin Wan raised a single finger and then bent it slightly.

In truth, Qin Wan felt even half a move was an insult to his master. One glare alone would suffice to end it.

But as he thought about Xu Yang’s imminent arrival, a wave of panic set in. He hadn’t returned to Purple Cloud Peak in a long time. If his master scolded him in public…

The once-calm Qin Wan now looked visibly uneasy, the spirit fruit in his hand losing all flavor.

“Brother Wan, why did you stop eating?” Jiang Yaomeng asked, wide-eyed.

“I suddenly lost my appetite,” Qin Wan muttered.

Jiang Haoyu glanced at Qin Wan and sighed inwardly. ‘Brother Qin must be worried about Xu Yang. I just hope Brother Wudi won’t go too far—otherwise, I won’t know how to mediate.’

Outside the Ascending Heaven Tower

“What is the cultivation level of your son of divine son?” Xu Yang asked, stopping in his tracks.

“Fifth level of the Nascent Soul realm,” Liu Feng replied.

“Very well,” Xu Yang said, nodding slightly.

Buzz!

His robe fluttered as a deafening sound burst forth. The void shook like a meteor collision, the reverberations spreading throughout the Ascending Heaven Tower.

Terrifying blood and qi boiled within Xu Yang, akin to a scorching sun radiating thousands of golden rays. The brilliance illuminated the entire tower, making it hard to look directly at him.

The sheer momentum surged outward like an ancient war chariot thundering across the heavens. The void rippled as if unable to contain his presence.

The Ascending Heaven Tower’s defensive formations activated frantically, but under the oppressive force of Xu Yang’s blazing aura, cracks began to form.

The tower’s shopkeeper was horrified. “My formation can withstand a Venerable’s attack—how is it breaking?”

Hidden protectors from various tribes felt themselves frozen, unable to move under the overwhelming pressure.

“Is this a Divine Transformation master from the mortal world?”

“Can a True Lord be this terrifying?”

“Could Xu Yang actually be a Venerable?”

The protectors trembled, their initial certainty of Ying Wudi’s victory replaced with cold dread. Now they feared Ying Wudi might not just lose—but die.

Inside the tower, heirs from various tribes were paralyzed by fear. Even Ying Wudi, brimming with confidence moments ago, was forced to his knees by the crushing pressure. His body trembled as he struggled to lift his head, his heart gripped by terror.

“Why does Xu Yang feel more terrifying than my clan elders?” Ying Wudi thought, his confidence utterly shattered.

Based on the combat power displayed by Xu Yang now, it was no exaggeration to say he might be the reincarnation of the Immortal Emperor himself!

Ascending Heaven Tower.

Only the Jiang siblings and Qin Wan remained unaffected by the overwhelming pressure.

Jiang Haoyu, feeling relieved, turned to Qin Wan with a mix of gratitude and excitement. “Brother Qin, Senior Xu Yang… Brother Qin, why do you look a little pale?”

Jiang Yaomeng blinked in concern. “Brother Wan, are you feeling unwell?”

Qin Wan forced a grim smile and waved his hand. “I’m fine.”

But deep inside, he was filled with unease. ‘He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going to be punished by his master!’

Outside the Ascending Heaven Tower

Liu Feng’s expression was filled with fear as he stammered, “Master Xu Yang, please… please withdraw your divine powers!”

Xu Yang smiled faintly and said, “Oh, my apologies. This is my first time suppressing my cultivation—it seems I’m a little out of practice.”

With a casual wave of his hand, Xu Yang restrained his aura. The terrifying pressure dissipated instantly, and his original sixth-level Divine Transformation realm dropped to the perfection level of the Core Formation realm.

As the suffocating aura disappeared, Liu Feng let out a sigh of relief. However, as his breathing steadied, the reverence in his gaze toward Xu Yang only deepened. He suddenly noticed the suppressed realm Xu Yang displayed and asked in confusion, “Master Xu, is this… your actual realm?”

Xu Yang’s tone was calm, his words carrying an unshakable confidence. “I’m afraid that if I don’t suppress my strength, I might end up killing your divine son by accident.”

Liu Feng’s heart trembled as he processed Xu Yang’s words. If this had come from anyone else, he would have scoffed and dismissed it as arrogant boasting. But after experiencing Xu Yang’s overwhelming power firsthand, Liu Feng knew there was no exaggeration in those words—they were nothing less than the truth.

‘Divine son, may you have good fortune…’ Liu Feng silently prayed for Ying Wudi’s safety as he hurried to follow Xu Yang, maintaining a respectful distance behind him.