Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 119

“Thank you, True Lord Xu, for showing mercy!”

At that moment, Ying Wudi’s protector quickly emerged from the shadows, landing on the sparring field. After checking the condition of their divine son and finding that no fundamental injuries had been inflicted, the protector breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to Xu Yang in gratitude.

“Take your divine son away for healing,” Xu Yang said, waving his hand dismissively.

The protector nodded with gratitude, then carried Ying Wudi off the sparring field.

On the high platform, the heirs of the immortal clans were left in awe. They gazed at the figure on the sparring field as if looking up at a god.

“Senior Xu is terrifying! He knocked out divine son Ying with just one punch!”

“Don’t exaggerate; Ying is only unconscious!”

“But Senior Xu had already suppressed his cultivation to the Core Formation realm, and Ying still couldn’t withstand a single punch!”

“How strong is Senior Xu, really?”

“It’s well known that Ying is among the top talents in our group. Does that mean Senior Xu could defeat any of us with just one punch as well?”

“We’re supposed to be heirs of immortal clans, and yet Senior Xu, born of the mortal world, has such overwhelming strength. I’m starting to suspect he’s one of those legendary fated sons of destiny!”

“If Senior Xu truly is a son of destiny, maybe we should consider becoming his followers?”

Some heirs from the immortal clans, their hearts trembling with reverence, began to harbor thoughts of allegiance.

This comment nearly made Ying Wudi’s protector, who was hiding in the shadows, cough up blood.

‘The immortal clans spent so many resources nurturing you, and now you’re talking about becoming someone’s follower?!’

Meanwhile, near the stunned Liu Feng, Yuan Kouxuan’s beautiful eyes sparkled as she said coldly, “I told you your divine son wasn’t qualified to challenge my master. I should have fought instead!”

“…”

Liu Feng felt a bit embarrassed.

Their divine son couldn’t even take one punch, and this was with True Lord Xu suppressing his cultivation to the peak of the Core Formation realm. If it had been a real battle, that punch might have killed him outright!

In hindsight, it was clear that their divine son truly wasn’t qualified.

But as a follower, Liu Feng couldn’t openly criticize his divine son, even if it was the truth. After much thought, he managed to say:

“Maybe our divine son just enjoys being defeated…”

“Hmph.”

Yuan Kouxuan snorted coldly, folding her arms as she gazed intently at her master on the field.

“Does any other divine son wish to spar with me?”

Xu Yang’s calm voice echoed throughout the pavilion.

The moment he spoke, the entire venue fell into a dead silence!

Everyone bowed their heads and held their breath, not daring to make a sound. No one wanted to risk making any noise that might make Senior Xu think they were volunteering to challenge him.

No one wanted to be knocked out in one punch like Ying Wudi!

“No one?”

Xu Yang scanned the crowd, his tone casual and relaxed.

“Senior Xu, you must be joking. We’re not even as strong as divine son Ying. How could we possibly be qualified to spar with you?”

“Senior Xu’s power is vast as an abyss, his vitality like the sun, his techniques beyond comprehension. We are far beneath you!”

“Senior Xu’s strength is comparable to the young immortal emperors of legend. I’m in complete awe!”

The crowd showered Xu Yang with compliments as if sparring with him would cost them their lives. Their fawning was shameless.

“Actually, I can think of someone who might barely be qualified to spar with Senior Xu—Qin Wan!”

“Yes, Senior Xu, among us, only Qin Wan could possibly hold his own against you in a battle of equals!”

“By the way, Qin Wan greatly admires you, Senior Xu. He often praises your talent and potential, saying it far surpasses his own. If he could spar with you and receive your guidance, it would surely become a cherished moment in this gathering of young geniuses!”

One after another, the crowd turned their gazes toward Qin Wan, who was standing near Jiang Yaomeng. Their eyes were filled with anticipation.

It wasn’t that they wanted to cause trouble. Even though Qin Wan was from the Immortal Mountain and there had been some conflict yesterday, they still saw him as one of their own.

Since Ying Wudi had been defeated so miserably, they naturally hoped Qin Wan could step forward to redeem some dignity for the heirs of the immortal clans. Even if he didn’t win, at least he wouldn’t lose so pathetically.

Besides, they had mentioned that Qin Wan admired Senior Xu. Perhaps Senior Xu would go easy on his admirer!

‘Why is this coming back to me?!’

Qin Wan’s face turned pale as he crouched in an attempt to avoid being noticed.

Now this group wanted him to spar with his master? That was as good as offering himself up to be beaten!

“Senior Xu, I’ll pass. I’m no match for you,” Qin Wan said, shaking his hands in refusal.

“Brother Wan, why not? Didn’t you kill that Core Formation cultivator, Huang Shaobai, yesterday while still in the Foundation Establishment realm? I think you’re up for it!”

Jiang Yaomeng blinked her eyes innocently at him.

“Brother Qin, this is a rare chance to spar with Senior Xu. Don’t miss it!”

Jiang Haoyu chimed in encouragingly.

“Why does everyone want to see me get beaten…”

Qin Wan’s heart pounded, and his fingers clenched tightly in nervousness.

“Oh? Since everyone thinks you’re qualified to spar with me, come on down.”

Xu Yang’s gaze fell on Qin Wan as he spoke with a smile.

“Senior Xu, I…”

Qin Wan’s voice faltered.

“Hmm?”

Xu Yang raised an eyebrow.

“Alright…”

Resigned, Qin Wan descended from the platform onto the sparring field, his head hung low like a child awaiting punishment.

“Master, here, take this!”

A clear, commanding voice rang out from above.

A streak of green light shot down, landing steadily in Xu Yang’s hand.

It was Yuan Kouxuan’s personal sword, Qing’ai!

The crowd was stunned and murmured in shock.

“Senior Xu is using a sword?!”

“Before he rebuilt his cultivation, Senior Xu was said to be a master of swordsmanship!”

“To spar with Brother Qin, Senior Xu is even drawing his sword. It seems he respects Brother Qin’s strength!”

“This might turn into a spectacular match!”

The immortal heirs watched with anticipation, hoping for an intense duel.

‘What?! My senior sister gives Master a sword when I’m about to be beaten?!’

‘Eldest Senior Sister, I hate you!’

Seeing the Qing’ai sword in Xu Yang’s hand, Qin Wan’s lips curled bitterly. He shot a resentful glare at Yuan Kouxuan, then slumped as if accepting his fate.

“Master, please, just beat me.”

What?!

Everyone was stunned.

‘Did Qin Wan just call Senior Xu “Master”?’

Their pupils shrank as though the earth itself had shaken.