Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 97

Purple Cloud Hall.

Hum—

Xu Yang opened his eyes, and a white yang fish swam briefly in the void before disappearing, exuding an otherworldly aura.

“To establish the Heavenly Dao: it is said to be yin and yang. Yin resides within yang, not in opposition to it.”

He glanced outside at the fading daylight.

“Although this technique is merely of lower heavenly rank, it touches upon the profound truths of yin and yang. No wonder it took me nearly half a day just to get started.”

Upon returning from the Sect Master’s peak, Xu Yang had devoted himself to practicing the dual cultivation technique granted by the system. Before he knew it, night had fallen.

But it was worth the effort.

Mastering this technique meant that even without a special constitution, the partner’s cultivation level could still increase.

“Continue cultivating!”

After stretching briefly, Xu Yang prepared to resume his meditation.

“A man without foresight will surely face immediate troubles.”

Lately, life had been too peaceful. As a villain, even if the protagonist had now joined the demonic path, Xu Yang’s existence shouldn’t be so uneventful.

His instincts told him that while the Qingming Sect appeared calm on the surface, dark undercurrents were brewing.

“I’m still far too weak.”

In the original novel’s later stages, cultivators at the Mahayana stage were as common as dirt, and those undergoing tribulation could be found everywhere. His current Divine Transformation stage was inadequate.

“The road is long and arduous; I will search high and low.”

With a sigh, he pulled out his Enlightenment Bodhi Seed. Just as he was about to start cultivating, he sensed a faint movement outside the hall.

Expanding his divine sense, he saw his second disciple, Ruan Yuer, pacing hesitantly outside.

“Hmm?”

“Yuer, why are you lingering outside? Come in.”

A warm voice echoed from the hall.

Ruan Yuer froze momentarily before taking a deep breath. Determined, she strode into the hall on her long, graceful legs.

“Disciple greets Master,” she said with a respectful bow.

Her eyes lingered on Xu Yang, who sat on the main seat, his ethereal demeanor like that of an immortal descended from a painting.

But that revered immortal had already been tainted.

And worse, it wasn’t by her.

Something felt off.

Xu Yang’s sharp senses picked up on her gaze—it wasn’t the usual look of reverence but rather one resembling a predator sizing up its prey. For some reason, it made him feel uneasy.

Cough. “Yuer, what brings you here at this hour?” he asked, clearing his throat.

Ruan Yuer fixed her soft, watery eyes on him. “Master, you wouldn’t want…”

Hearing these words, Xu Yang’s mind automatically filled in the blanks.

No way!

Could the obedient and sensible Yuer also be pulling such a move?

But he didn’t have any weaknesses for her to exploit!

While Xu Yang was frantically thinking of a response, Ruan Yuer bit her lip and softly continued, “…you wouldn’t want your disciple’s cultivation to stagnate, would you?”

…

The air grew still.

‘Who taught her to use that phrase like this?’

Xu Yang’s face twitched slightly. After a moment of silence, he said, “Yuer, I thought this was something serious. So you’re having cultivation troubles? Tell me, where are you stuck? I’ll help you.”

“Master, when I practice the technique you gave me, my qi doesn’t flow smoothly, and my meridians feel blocked…”

Her voice was soft and sweet, like honey dripping from her lips.

Xu Yang immediately identified the issue. “You’ve misunderstood a minor point. During the second cycle, you should start from the Tianfu acupoint.”

“Ah, I see!”

Following his guidance, Ruan Yuer ran through the technique again. The blockage was gone, and her qi flowed smoothly.

“Master, you’re incredible!” she exclaimed, her eyes full of admiration.

‘That’s more like it.’

Smiling, Xu Yang said, “If you have more questions, ask now. Your cultivation must not stagnate under any circumstances.”

Thanks to his profound understanding and numerous high-grade techniques, Xu Yang could solve any cultivation problem his disciples might face with ease.

Ruan Yuer hesitated briefly before posing another question, and then another. One by one, Xu Yang patiently addressed them all.

After resolving over a dozen issues, Ruan Yuer finally bowed deeply. “Thank you, Master! With your guidance, I should be able to break through to the Core Formation stage soon!”

“Next time you have questions, just come in directly. Don’t loiter outside—your master doesn’t bite,” Xu Yang said with a smile.

‘Why not bite me? Am I not sweet enough?’

A flicker of disappointment flashed through Ruan Yuer’s heart, but she obediently replied, “Yes, Master.”

“Alright, if there’s nothing else, go now. I need to cultivate,” Xu Yang said, waving her off.

With a final glance at Xu Yang, her deep eyes lingering briefly, Ruan Yuer respectfully excused herself.

Once outside, Ruan Yuer’s gentle demeanor darkened. Her hands clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white.

“You ruined it again! Why didn’t you go through with the plan?” a sharp voice echoed in her mind.

“I… I was afraid of disappointing Master. He sees me as his most obedient disciple,” Ruan Yuer whispered, tears welling up.

“Fool! Weakling! How do you expect to win his heart with this attitude?” the voice scolded.

“I’d rather not lose him entirely,” Ruan Yuer sobbed softly.

A heavy sigh came from the voice. After a moment, it growled, “Fine. But if you ruin the next step, you know the consequences.”

Wiping her tears, Ruan Yuer nodded. “I understand. If I fail again, I’ll let you take control.”

“Good.”

Back in the hall, Xu Yang sat cross-legged, preparing to resume cultivation.

But before he could, the communication jade at his waist vibrated multiple times.

‘Huh?’

‘It’s not from the Sect Master…’

Instead, the sender was Qing’er.

“Why didn’t she come to Purple Cloud Peak directly?” Xu Yang wondered aloud as he opened the message.

The contents immediately piqued his interest.

Qing’er: Master, please come to the Peachwood Pavilion tomorrow night. I’ve prepared a surprise for you. You must come!

A surprise?

Xu Yang’s lips curved slightly.

Perhaps Qing’er has come up with more fascinating insights to share?

After all, the exchange of knowledge was always fruitful.

Without hesitation, he sent his reply:

Xu Yang: Alright, Master will be there!