Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 151

As a qualified master, Xu Yang naturally ensured that he treated all his disciples equally.

After comforting Liu Beifeng, he extended a warm hug to both Xue Jinli and Qin Kewan, maintaining his balance as a loving master.

When it was Jinli’s turn, she attempted some subtle antics during the hug. However, the sound of Yuan Kouxuan drawing the Qing’ai Sword nearby caused her to stiffen in fear. Her mischievous little hands instantly behaved, not daring to wander.

When Qin Kewan embraced her master, she caught the familiar fragrance emanating from him. The scent struck her as oddly reminiscent—just like the Heavenly Phantom Spirit Fruit she had once chewed…

Wait!

Did she really mistake her master for a spiritual fruit back then?

The thought made her panic internally.

Then what part did I chew?!

Her gaze subconsciously scanned Xu Yang’s features: his forehead, nose, ears, and finally… his lips.

Did I…?!

The more she thought about it, the redder her ears grew. She felt utterly mortified yet relieved that Yuan Kouxuan hadn’t noticed. Otherwise, she would surely face a beating.

But even as relief washed over her, her attention lingered on her master’s lips. The soft, jade-like glow of his thin lips, paired with their subtle fragrance, made them irresistible.

Master’s lips… they look so… delicious.

Xu Yang, noticing Qin Kewan’s fiery gaze, smiled warmly. Misunderstanding her reaction, he thought she was merely expressing admiration for her master.

However, to Qin Kewan, his smile seemed to carry a deeper meaning—Master, are you hinting at me?!

Her little heart raced, her cheeks burned, and her mind blanked.

As the moment lingered, Xu Yang gently touched her head, his tone encouraging, “Little Five, practice well. Strive to break through to the Nascent Soul realm soon!”

Her response was completely out of place, “Master… is delicious…”

Everyone froze for a moment, including Qin Kewan herself.

Xu Yang, unaware of the context, brushed it off with a light laugh, assuming it was a slip of the tongue.

Seeing the ridiculous exchange, Yuan Kouxuan decided to intervene. She stepped forward, a hint of sternness in her voice.

“Master, I’ll take Little Five to practice now.”

Xu Yang nodded with a smile. “Alright, go ahead.”

Without giving Qin Kewan a chance to react, Yuan Kouxuan picked her up and began walking toward the secluded chamber.

Only after being carried off did Qin Kewan realize what was happening. Her face turned pale with fear.

“Big sister, what are you doing?!”

“You’ve forgotten what Master said in White Emperor City?” Yuan Kouxuan replied coldly. “Once we returned to Purple Cloud Peak, you were to go into seclusion immediately. You won’t come out until you’ve broken through to the Nascent Soul realm.”

Qin Kewan slumped in despair. “Ahhh…”

Her mood soured further. It wasn’t the seclusion that upset her—what truly bothered her was that she wouldn’t be able to see her master for days.

As the pair disappeared, Xu Yang turned to Xue Jinli and Liu Beifeng. With a smile, he instructed, “Little Jinli, Little Beifeng, you two can go now. I need to head to the Sect Master Peak to meet the Sect Master.”

The two disciples bowed respectfully. “Yes, Master!”

After leaving Purple Cloud Hall, Xu Yang didn’t head directly to the Sect Master Peak. Instead, he stopped by the spiritual field.

There, the spiritual farmer Little Black was busily pretending to pull a weed nearly three feet tall.

After a great deal of effort, Little Black finally managed to uproot the weed. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he thought smugly, I’ve pulled almost all the weeds in the spiritual field. Even if Master finds out I sneaked off, he shouldn’t blame me too much.

But his confidence was short-lived as a familiar voice rang out behind him.

“Sang Biao?”

At this moment, a voice rang in Little Black’s ears.

“Master… Master.”

Little Black turned around and immediately knelt before Xu Yang, his face filled with terror.

“You’re quite skilled at naming yourself,” Xu Yang said coolly. “First the River King, now Sang Biao. Both are rather domineering.”

“So, you’re dissatisfied with the name I gave you?”

Xu Yang’s tone betrayed no emotion, yet it sent a shiver down Little Black’s spine.

“Master, how dare I have any dissatisfaction?” Little Black stammered. “Little Black only thinks that since it’s a name given by Master, only Master is qualified to call me that. No one else has the right, so I took the liberty of naming myself Sang Biao. Please punish me, Master!”

Little Black bowed his head further, admitting his fault without hesitation, his voice trembling.

“Oh? Is that so?” Xu Yang raised an eyebrow. “Then why did I hear that you’ve been claiming you’re the spirit pet of Purple Cloud Peak, boasting about how I recognized your extraordinary talent and accepted you?”

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Little Black’s forehead. He tried to plaster on a pitiful expression.

“Master, I… raising spiritual creatures… could that count as a gift?!”

Little Black inwardly cursed his own bragging. The stories he spun earlier now felt like a noose tightening around his neck.

Xu Yang ignored the excuse and shifted the topic. “Can you properly raise spirit pets?”

Little Black nodded furiously, driven by a desperate will to survive. “Yes!”

“Good,” Xu Yang said, satisfied. “Then I’ll give you a task.”

With a casual wave, Xu Yang retrieved the small cub of the Nine Nether Marten and a dead egg of the same species from his system space.

The moment the Nine Nether Marten appeared, Little Black’s eyes widened. His jaw nearly dropped as he sensed a chillingly oppressive aura radiating from the small creature. Though the cub wasn’t strong yet, its noble bloodline sent shivers through Little Black’s very core.

“Master, this… what is this?” Little Black stammered, his voice shaky.

“A Nine Nether Marten,” Xu Yang replied plainly. “From today onward, in addition to tending the spiritual field, you’re responsible for taking care of this little one. Do it well, and I’ll forgive your earlier boasting. Fail, and I’ll let Little Nine swallow you whole to put an end to your nonsense.”

The tiny marten licked Xu Yang’s hand affectionately. Xu Yang returned the gesture, stroking its head gently. The system’s treasures were indeed impeccable—there was no need for a formal contract; the Nine Nether Marten’s bloodline naturally bonded to him, regarding Xu Yang as its closest kin.

“Master, I’ll take excellent care of this little ancestor!” Little Black quickly agreed, his voice full of resolve.

For a moment, Little Black doubted his ears. This small creature was a Nine Nether Marten? A legendary beast from ancient times, capable of contending with true dragons and phoenixes? It far outclassed Little Black’s humble beaver bloodline.

No wonder he felt an instinctive urge to kneel earlier—it wasn’t weakness, but reverence for the marten’s supreme lineage!

“Good,” Xu Yang said, his tone steady. “If you perform well, I might consider letting you become Little Nine’s spirit pet.”

Xu Yang’s words struck a perfect balance between reprimand and reward. The threat of punishment was offset by the promise of a rare honor.

“Thank you, Master!” Little Black exclaimed, his spirits soaring. His earlier exhaustion from pulling weeds vanished entirely. Even if he had to uproot 100,000 more weeds, he would do so with enthusiasm!

A spirit beast serving a divine-level creature was an unparalleled opportunity—a dream come true for countless spiritual beasts.

“Take good care of him,” Xu Yang instructed, handing over the young marten and the dead egg.

TN// Two things, Sang Biao is like Mulberry Tiger, basically saying he is strong and vigorous, the other is that Little Nine is the Marten cub that’s pretty self-explanatory.