Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 132

“Another treasure?!”

“Seriously?! Even this one?!”

“Isn’t it common knowledge that fractured stones don’t yield anything?!”

“I think I finally understand what ‘luck like a dog’ means!”

“Honestly, can’t Master Xu just take followers? If not followers, mounts would do—our Harmonious Joy Sect has eight saintesses ready!”

The crowd had moved beyond shock, past numbness, and into a state of complete resignation. Their gazes were fixed on the scene with disbelief as if their eyeballs had rolled out onto the floor, too stunned to pick them back up.

First, the massive source stone yielded the Golden Sun Flame Leaf, and now the smallest of the three, no larger than a fist, revealed the incredibly rare Violet Spirit Phantom Mushroom. This legendary herb significantly increased a cultivator’s chance of overcoming the heart-demon tribulation when advancing to the Divine Transformation realm. If auctioned, it would fetch an astronomical price and cause chaos among sects vying for it.

After all, the heart-demon tribulation was the most critical hurdle for a cultivator attempting to break through to the Divine Transformation realm. Overcoming it meant a guaranteed rise to a Divine Transformation cultivator.

When Xu Yang casually handed the Violet Spirit Phantom Mushroom to Yuan Kouxuan, the crowd erupted in admiration.

“To have such a teacher—what more could one ask for?!”

Yuan Kouxuan’s face turned a deep shade of red, her eyes sparkling with a mix of gratitude and admiration. She softly thanked her master and carefully placed the mushroom into a jade vial before storing it in her spatial ring.

Not wanting to show favoritism between his two disciples, Xu Yang immediately turned to Qin Kewan. He took out the Peach Immortal Holy Fruit from the fractured source stone and, with a smile, popped it into her mouth before she could react.

Qin Kewan chewed twice, and her aura suddenly surged. Her eyes widened with joy. “Master, I just broke through!”

“Good job. Aim for the Nascent Soul realm soon,” Xu Yang said, patting her on the head, his voice filled with encouragement.

The crowd was seething with envy.

That was the Peach Immortal Holy Fruit! A heaven-and-earth treasure of semi-saint rank!

Even though it had lost much of its potency after countless years sealed in the source stone, if refined by an alchemist, it could produce at least a dozen Peach Immortal Pills.

Each pill was enough to push a cultivator to the Nascent Soul realm!

Yet Master Xu had nonchalantly fed the fruit directly to his disciple.

To the onlookers, this was nothing short of outrageous extravagance. Words like “profligate” and “opulent” felt insufficient.

A wave of silent longing swept through the crowd. Many hearts burned with a single thought: “How can I join Purple Cloud Peak? I don’t even need to be a direct disciple—just being a servant would be enough!”

“He… he really found treasures in all three stones!”

Hidden among the crowd, Xiao Ye stared at the platform, his mind buzzing.

Suddenly, he recalled a warning from Elder Li, the master who had abandoned him: “Someone in the Qingming Sect has stolen your fortune.”

Now, as he pieced it together, Xiao Ye’s thoughts spiraled into a terrifying conclusion.

It wasn’t some vague, powerful figure manipulating his fate. It was Xu Yang!

“Yes, it must be him! He’s disrupted the natural flow of destiny and schemed against me from the shadows! That’s why I keep facing life-and-death crises!”

“The ring… even the ring!”

The memory of his precious ring, now in Xu Yang’s possession, nearly sent Xiao Ye into unconsciousness.

“Those were supposed to be my opportunities!”

“Xu Yang, you thief of fortune! You’ll pay for this!”

“When that last source stone is opened, I’ll ensure you taste the pain and torment I’ve endured!”

Xiao Ye clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood. His scarlet eyes bore into Xu Yang, filled with boundless hatred. If looks could kill, Xu Yang would have died a million times over.

“Could it be that Master Xu is also a master of formations?”

“I’d rather believe it’s pure luck!”

“Exactly. If he’s also a formation expert, how are the rest of us supposed to live?”

“If Master Xu is adept at formations, it just makes us all look like trash!”

“Honestly, we are trash compared to him!”

“Fair point, hahaha…”

The group of immortal heirs had long since come to terms with their inadequacies. Self-deprecating laughter rippled through the crowd as they accepted the stark reality—Master Xu wasn’t someone they could compare to. Trying to measure up to him was an exercise in futility.

“Master Xu, do you have experience with formations?”

On the platform, Jiang Haoyu glanced at Xu Yang, his tone cautious.

Three source stones, all seemingly worthless, had produced extraordinary treasures, each more valuable than the last. He simply couldn’t believe it was a coincidence.

“A little,” Xu Yang said calmly.

“…”

Hearing this, Jiang Haoyu wore an expression of quiet acceptance.

Of course. How could it be anything else? It was just as he suspected—Master Xu wasn’t relying on luck but was deeply versed in formation arts.

Strangely, he didn’t feel shocked.

For someone as extraordinary as Master Xu, such mastery felt almost expected. It was as if Xu Yang was omniscient and omnipotent.

“By the way, Jiang Haoyu, may I select my disciples’ source stones on their behalf?”

Xu Yang’s tone was casual.

“Of course!” Jiang Haoyu readily agreed.

He had brought out these source stones to curry favor with promising talents. But Master Xu? It would be an insult to consider him one of the so-called “heaven’s chosen.”

In Jiang Haoyu’s eyes, no combination of geniuses present could compare to Master Xu—not even a single strand of his hair. Naturally, allowing Xu Yang to handpick within the established rules was a small favor.

Xu Yang nodded and selected three stones for Yuan Kouxuan, his eldest disciple, and one for Qin Kewan. Qin Kewan herself had already chosen two stones earlier, making it a total of six stones neatly arranged before him.

“Master Xu, shall we begin?”

The opening artisan, now reverential and visibly nervous, asked.

The artisan’s hands trembled. After the string of incredible treasures, his worldview was thoroughly shaken. He had spent a lifetime opening source stones, yet nothing had prepared him for this level of accuracy. To him, it was clear that Xu Yang wasn’t guessing but was a grandmaster in the art of source-seeing.

If Xu Yang had chosen these six stones, odds were high they contained extraordinary treasures.

“Proceed,” Xu Yang said.

Below the platform, the spectators were abuzz with debate.

“Do you think these six stones will yield a divine source?”

“If there were a divine source, it would’ve been in the first three stones!”

“That’s not necessarily true. Given how indulgent Master Xu is with his disciples, he might’ve saved the best for them!”

“Divine sources aren’t just waiting to be found. They’re rare beyond belief. Let’s be real, they’re unlikely to appear.”

“Care to wager? I’ll bet 500 spirit stones that none of these stones contain a divine source.”

“Deal. I’ll take that bet!”

“Count me in! I’ll also wager these stones are duds!”

“I’ll bet 1,000 spirit stones these stones contain a divine source,” said Xiao Ye, disguised as Wang Chen, throwing a spatial pouch full of spirit stones onto the betting pile.

All eyes turned to him, surprised by his confidence.

Xiao Ye’s cold gaze was locked on Xu Yang.

It wasn’t faith in Xu Yang—it was trust in the immense fortune that had been stolen from him. Before becoming a Holy Hall emissary, Xiao Ye had lived a life where luck followed him everywhere, with treasures and opportunities seemingly falling into his lap.

Even now, he believed that fortune was simply waiting to reassert itself.

“These were supposed to be mine. They will be mine again.”