Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 91

Silence.

An indescribable silence.

The Qingming Hall seemed to be frozen, and all the peak masters present were as still as the dead.

Their eyes bulged wide open, as though they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Shock.

Pure shock that reached the depths of their souls.

Some of the peak masters even found their path to enlightenment wavering under the impact.

The scene that had just unfolded in the air was too horrifying, horrifying enough to make one’s scalp tingle and their breathing seize.

A seventh-level Divine Transformation cultivator—this was already considered top-tier combat power among them.

Not to mention that he had fallen into demonic cultivation. Once his demonic form was unleashed, the ferocious aura it emitted had touched the realm of a Void Shattering expert.

None of the peak masters present could claim to be a match for Master Wanjun.

Some even suspected that if they faced him, they might be destroyed in just a few moves.

And yet—

Such a ferocious existence had been slain by Xu Yang in two punches.

No, it didn’t even count as two punches.

The first punch was to lure him out.

The second was the killing blow.

Yet Xu Yang was only at the third level of Divine Transformation. His combat strength had reached an unimaginable level!

Even the legendary immortal emperors recorded in ancient texts, those who dominated their eras, would struggle to achieve what Xu Yang had done at this stage.

At this moment, there were only two words to describe this:

Terrifying.

Terrifying to the extreme.

Almost every peak master present felt their throats dry and their spirits tremble. When they looked at Xu Yang, their gazes were filled with indescribable complexity.

“Two punches to kill Master Wanjun. Can he still be considered human?”

“He’s not human; he’s a god! I’m starting to believe Xu Yang will lead the Qingming Sect to the level of a Holy Land. Maybe even touching the heights of an Immortal Sect!”

“Hahaha, I didn’t say a word earlier. I trust Xu Yang’s character. Back then, his disputes with Master Wanjun were all caused by Master Wanjun himself.”

“Tsk, tsk, some people are going to suffer for this. Not naming names, though.”

The peak master who had been replaced by Xu Yang in the Six Peaks rankings was already pale and shaking, his eyes darting nervously. Internally, he was in utter turmoil, swallowing hard over and over.

He had been the one to question Xu Yang the most aggressively earlier.

If Xu Yang bore a grudge against him and retaliated with a punch—not even a punch, a mere flick of the finger would be enough to kill him.

“It’s fine. I wasn’t intentionally targeting Xu Yang. I was only speaking for the sect. Rational doubt—he won’t hold it against me.”

He kept repeating this to himself for reassurance.

But the more he repeated it, the more his heart felt on edge, as if teetering on the brink of collapse.

It wasn’t just him. Master Wanjun’s followers were utterly panicked, their psychological defenses crumbling. Their wide eyes showed sheer terror.

“Damn it, Master Wanjun! He really was a demonic spy! He’s dragged us all into this mess!”

“Sharing wealth and glory is one thing, but suffering together? No way!”

As a witness, Qian Du stole a glance at the peak masters’ reactions. Noticing that many of them were in an even worse state than he had been at the time, he felt a strange sense of superiority.

Sure, he had knelt back then, but at least he hadn’t wet himself.

“Evidence and testimony are both present. Surely no one still has doubts?” Xu Yang’s gaze swept across the room as he asked with a faint smile.

Under his gaze, most of the peak masters felt an immense pressure, as though bearing the weight of a towering mountain. It was hard to breathe; their faces flushed pale, as if their throats were being tightly constricted.

Xu Yang was not a man with a mild temperament. Since he had cleared his name, those who had been eager to accuse him earlier would have to pay a price.

Thud!

Several peak masters couldn’t bear it any longer and knelt on the ground, their heads bowed low. Sweat dripped from their foreheads like rain as their bodies trembled.

“Xu… Xu Yang… this matter… I… I was wrong to doubt you… I sincerely apologize…”

One of the peak masters, unable to withstand the pressure, began to beg for forgiveness. Each word he uttered made the muscles on his face twitch violently.

“Oh? How could you be wrong? Weren’t you just thinking of the sect’s interests? I understand,” Xu Yang replied, his tone light.

“Xu… Xu Yang… then… this pressure…”

“Don’t push it. I already said I understand you. Now you want more from me?”

Xu Yang’s tone grew cold.

Hearing this, several peak masters felt their hearts sink. Were they to kneel here indefinitely?

Helpless, they turned their pleading gazes toward Ji Hongluan, hoping the sect master would step in to persuade Xu Yang.

After all, as the sect master, Ji Hongluan should have the authority to intervene, right?

But Ji Hongluan didn’t even glance at them. Her gaze was fixed on Xu Yang, her eyes unreadable—admiration for her “husband” mixed with a hint of frustration at his strength, as if she were grappling with how to monopolize someone so formidable.

When Xu Yang noticed her gaze, he winked at her, signaling her to step in and give him an out.

Ji Hongluan blinked, momentarily taken aback. Then she smirked and winked back.

“…”

‘Don’t just wink—give me an out!’

Seeing that Ji Hongluan hadn’t understood his meaning, Xu Yang sighed and transmitted his thoughts directly. “Sect Master, perhaps it’s time you spoke up. We can’t leave them kneeling here forever.”

Ji Hongluan’s expression momentarily turned playful as she pouted slightly. “I thought you were just flirting with me. Boring.”

“Xu Yang, on account of my face, let them off for now. If it happens again, I’ll hand you the sect leader’s token. Then you can deal with them however you like, even to the point of death.”

From her seat, Ji Hongluan’s voice rang out.

“Since the sect master has spoken, I’ll oblige,” Xu Yang replied, withdrawing his oppressive aura. The pressure vanished like a receding tide.

“Phew…”

The peak masters who had been kneeling felt their shoulders lighten. The unbearable pressure was gone. They exhaled deeply, drenched in sweat from head to toe.

Returning to their seats, they cast grateful looks toward Ji Hongluan. Then, glancing at Xu Yang, their eyes filled with a mix of awe and fear. From now on, none dared show the slightest hint of disrespect.