Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 137

“Master, that felt amazing! I want more!”

Qin Kewan swayed her shoulders, her cheeks flushed as she spoke with evident enthusiasm.

“Wan’er, don’t get carried away,” Yuan Kouxuan reprimanded, her voice stern. “Master’s power is incredibly potent, filled with yang energy. The amount he transmitted to you was just enough to dispel the sinister magic in your body. If you take more, you might not be able to handle it.”

Yuan Kouxuan tapped Qin Kewan’s head lightly with the back of her sword, scolding her like an elder sister.

“But I’m sure I can handle more! I’ve eaten so many spiritual fruits before, so Master’s magic power…”

Yuan Kouxuan shot her a piercing glance, and Qin Kewan instantly shut her mouth, pouting in silence.

“Master, it’s dangerous to stay here. I think we should—” Yuan Kouxuan began, but before she could finish, Xu Yang grasped her slender wrist, his fingers like warm jade, and a flow of magic surged into her body.

“Don’t worry about danger for now. The longer this sinister energy lingers, the more harm it will cause.”

“Master, I can suppress it myself! With the enemy so close, you shouldn’t waste your magic power on me!” Yuan Kouxuan’s expression was anxious as she tried to dissuade him.

“Nonsense,” Xu Yang replied calmly. “You know my magic power is boundless.”

The flow of energy was steady and warm, completely neutralizing the lingering evil energy within Yuan Kouxuan. Her special physique required extra care, so Xu Yang transmitted a second wave of magic to ensure the eradication was thorough.

‘Boundless…’

‘Was Master referring only to magic power?’

Yuan Kouxuan’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red, and she stopped resisting, allowing her Master’s power to flow freely into her.

“Does it feel better?” Xu Yang asked.

“…Yes,” Yuan Kouxuan murmured softly, her voice so delicate it was barely audible.

Standing to the side, Qin Kewan gave her senior sister a puzzled look. It was just two waves of magic power—why is Senior Sister blushing so hard, and why does she sound so shy?

The relaxed scene was in stark contrast to the chaos around them. Old Tian, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn’t hide his astonishment.

“Why is the atmosphere so different here?” he muttered to himself.

While other protectors were fending off demonic threats, Xu Yang seemed completely at ease, as if taking his disciples on a leisurely outing. There was no urgency in his tone, no trace of tension—just calm, confidence, and an unshakable poise.

Fellow Daoist Xu is really like a fish in water in White Emperor City!

On the other side, Xiao Ye burned with rage.

“Old Demon Xu, you’re on the brink of death, yet you’re still taking advantage of the two senior sisters! You’re nothing but a depraved fiend!”

His green mask shimmered faintly as he clenched his fists, his fury almost palpable. ‘Senior sisters, hold on a little longer. I’ll save you soon!’

But deep down, Xiao Ye knew he stood no chance against Xu Yang. ‘I have to wait for Master to take action. Only then can I exact vengeance!’

From within a swirling black fog, sinister laughter rang out, carrying an eerie resonance that caused even the strongest-willed to falter.

“Hehehe! Do you know why we haven’t attacked yet?”

A wave of invisible pressure rolled through the battlefield.

Before anyone could respond, one of the protectors collapsed from the void, his body paralyzed and his magic power completely sealed.

“What’s happening?!”

“It’s a trap! These demonic cultivators are despicable!”

Despair spread like wildfire among the protectors, their bodies refusing to obey their commands.

“What did you do to us?!” one of the immobilized protectors roared.

“We didn’t do much,” a calm voice replied from within the black fog, its tone dripping with mockery. “We just let you… enjoy the scent of a flower.”

Amid the dark mist, a shadowy bloom spun slowly, releasing a seductive and decayed fragrance.

“The Void Shattering Demon Flower!”

A gasp rippled through the immobilized group.

“It’s true! Combined with the Heaven-Sealing and Source-Locking Array, it creates a toxin capable of paralyzing even Venerables!”

“It’s over… Completely over… How can we resist these six Demon Venerables now?”

“Are we really going to die here today?”

Despair gripped the crowd as pale faces mirrored the hopelessness in their hearts.

Though Xu Yang was a Divine Transformation cultivator with combat prowess rivaling Venerables, the Heaven-Sealing and Source-Locking Array constantly sapped his strength with corrosive demonic energy. Even someone as powerful as him would be hard-pressed to fight under such conditions.

The heirs of the immortal clans exchanged glances, their expressions reflecting bitterness and helplessness. They were paragons of their sects, carrying the hopes of their people. They had entered the world with dreams of glory, only to find their journeys seemingly cut short in this desolate place.

But then, something extraordinary happened.

On the high platform, Xu Yang’s figure suddenly vanished, tearing through the void. When he reappeared, he stood directly before the swirling black fog, reaching out toward the sinister Void Shattering Demon Flower.

A raspy voice emerged from the fog, laced with mockery, “Foolishness. Do you not know the power of this flower? Only a Holy Hall Messenger can…”

Before the speaker could finish, Xu Yang’s hand closed around the flower. The surging demonic energy, thick enough to suffocate most cultivators, flooded into his body.

But instead of harming him, Xu Yang felt an almost pleasurable warmth spreading through his veins. If not for the circumstances, he might have absorbed the flower’s essence entirely on the spot.

“This flower is good,” he said with a grin. “I’ll take it.”

With a casual motion, he tossed the Void Shattering Demon Flower into his system space, as if it were a simple trinket picked up during a stroll.

The figure in the black fog faltered, momentarily stunned. His voice, when he spoke again, was icy, “Hand over the Void Shattering Demon Flower, and I might spare your life. Refuse, and…”

“And what?” Xu Yang interrupted, his calm tone carrying a hint of mockery.

“…You will face the consequences!”

Xu Yang chuckled softly. His expression turned cold as he said, “You dared to threaten me. You’ve already chosen death.”

The sun blazed into existence behind Xu Yang, its radiant light scattering the rolling black fog and dispelling the oppressive demonic energy.

Boom!

Xu Yang swung his fist, a golden light enveloping his hand like a miniature sun. The sheer force of his strike illuminated the void, burning away all corruption.

The figure in the fog paled with fear. He desperately summoned the Demon Refining Banner, a weapon forged from the tortured souls of countless enemies, to counter the attack. But as soon as the banner appeared, it ignited in golden flames.

The trapped souls screamed in agony before evaporating into nothingness, and the demonic energy surrounding the figure collapsed into fragments.

As the fog dissipated, it revealed an emaciated old man.

“You’re seeking death!” the old man roared, his features twisted with rage.

Even without demonic energy, he was a Void Shatterer—a realm far above Divine Transformation. In his mind, there was no way Xu Yang could defeat him.

But Xu Yang merely shook his head.

“You’re too agitated. Fine, let me help you rest in peace. Perhaps you’ll be a better person in your next life.”

With that, Xu Yang clenched his fist. The power of the Supreme Yang Physique surged, an unstoppable tide of light and heat.

Bang!

His punch landed squarely on the old man’s head, shattering it into pieces. The man’s soul attempted to flee, but the blazing yang energy melted it instantly.

In a single strike, the demon master was annihilated.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

Everyone stared at Xu Yang, suspended in the void like a divine figure, their disbelief palpable.

“Under the Heaven-Sealing and Source-Locking Array… he killed a Void Shatterer in one punch?”

They blinked, hoping to dispel what must have been an illusion.

But the headless corpse falling to the ground, and the acrid scent of blood in the air, confirmed the truth.

This was no dream.

Shock and awe coursed through their hearts, leaving them utterly speechless.