Chunibyo in Cultivation World

At this moment, Xiao E had already recovered and understood that he had no chance of killing Li Tianwei.

Now that they were within the Sacred Land of Lingxu, he had to seize the initiative—he needed a pretext.

Thus, Xiao E immediately turned his attacks toward Bai Muxu, while his gaze toward Li Tianwei brimmed with a righteous hatred of evil.

“What does your Sacred Land of Lingxu mean by this? It’s only a sparring exchange, yet you strike with such a heavy hand!”

“Moreover, I suspect this disciple of yours is a spy from the Demonic Sect—his techniques are all sinister and venomous.”

Having reacted so swiftly, Xiao E secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He did not wish to be branded as someone who murdered geniuses on another sect’s territory; if that happened, he might never leave the Sacred Land of Lingxu alive.

However, he immediately seized upon Li Tianwei’s apparent problem and struck first.

Seeing Xiao E’s rapid response and his attempt to stand on moral high ground to accuse Li Tianwei—

Well, one had to admit, this tactic was indeed effective.

Bai Muxu knew clearly that Li Tianwei had comprehended the Dao Intents of Death and Resentment, which explained why he cultivated techniques suited to such intents.

Ordinary righteous cultivators would never touch such things.

If others made a fuss over it, Li Tianwei’s situation would be exposed.

Such a genius—Bai Muxu could easily imagine how many people would go to great lengths to deal with him in the future.

Fortunately, Li Tianwei had only revealed the Dao Intent of Killing earlier.

There was nothing unusual about comprehending a Dao Intent during the Foundation Establishment stage—Bai Muxu himself was such a case.

“Utter nonsense! Who are you to interfere in the affairs of disciples from the Sacred Land of Lingxu!”

Daoist Master Lan Yu, standing to the side, noticed Bai Muxu’s subtle change in expression and immediately rebuked coldly.

“Xiao E, there’s no problem with the Sacred Land of Baiyuan coming here for a sparring exchange, but no matter what, this remains a matter of our Sacred Land of Lingxu. To slay one of our disciples before so many witnesses—how is that reasonable?”

“I suspect you are the Demonic Sect spy—striking down a heaven-blessed genius of our sacred land!”

As Daoist Master Lan Yu spoke, the other elders were not to be outdone.

They all stepped forward, surrounding Xiao E and verbally attacking him.

After all, this was the Sacred Land of Lingxu—if nothing else, they had strength in numbers.

Meanwhile, on the dueling platform, Li Tianwei looked toward Ye Changxu, who had intercepted the attack on his behalf, and frowned slightly.

“Martial nephew, that man can be crippled but not killed. We are not yet at the point of turning against the other three sacred lands.”

Ye Changxu, understanding Li Tianwei’s feelings, sent a voice transmission to calm him.

Hearing this, Li Tianwei also understood the reasoning and did not dwell on it.

Instead, he recalled that intoxicating feeling from earlier—the sensation of unleashing that explosive power was simply marvelous, multiplying his strength several hundredfold.

Then Li Tianwei turned his gaze to Yuan Xixiao.

If he remembered correctly, it was Yuan Xixiao who had cast a spell on him at that time—an unseen technique that had triggered everything that followed.

“This is quite a useful trick. I can’t let it go to waste.”

While the elders above continued to argue fiercely with Xiao E and the Baiyuan elders, Li Tianwei quietly approached Yuan Xixiao.

“Tell me—what did you just do to me?”

Li Tianwei half-squatted before Yuan Xixiao, his eyes glinting coldly.

Yuan Xixiao, having just gone through a brush with certain death, was half-mad, his mind collapsing.

He still remembered the terrifying display of Li Tianwei’s strength from earlier.

Seeing Li Tianwei approach, his face twisted in sheer terror and despair.

He shrank his neck like a frightened turtle.

“Don’t come any closer! Don’t! I don’t know—I don’t know anything…”

Yuan Xixiao screamed in panic.

Beside them, Ye Changxu—who had earlier blocked Li Tianwei’s killing move—pretended not to see anything.

Leisurely hovering midair, he casually obscured the line of sight of those from the Sacred Land of Baiyuan.

“Tell me. Otherwise…”

Li Tianwei unhesitatingly stirred the spiritual energy within his body.

The residual aura from his earlier eruption still lingered.

Seeing this, Yuan Xixiao began trembling all over.

That suffocating sense of death once again loomed over him, and he blurted out, without hesitation:

“It’s the Resentment Channeling Curse. It mainly draws out the evil resentment within a person, causing their heart of Dao and spirit platform to be tainted by resentment.”

Li Tianwei didn’t care what the curse’s actual purpose was.

In his eyes, this was an immensely powerful technique—only Yuan Xixiao had failed to recognize its true worth.

Unlike Yuan Xixiao, he—Li Tianwei—had keen insight.

This Resentment Channeling Curse obviously had far greater potential; otherwise, how could it have helped him unleash such terrifying power?

“Teach me. Word for word—don’t you dare leave anything out.”

At that thought, Li Tianwei glared furiously at Yuan Xixiao, while the spiritual pressure from his body bore down.

Feeling Li Tianwei’s aura, Yuan Xixiao instantly sobered up and hurriedly recited everything about the Resentment Channeling Curse.

He himself did not understand why Li Tianwei wanted such a technique.

It was merely a minor curse meant to stir up resentment within the body—so insignificant that it wasn’t even listed in the Complete Compendium of Spells.

Yet Li Tianwei’s grave and focused expression made it seem as though this was an extraordinary art.

Within that short time, Li Tianwei memorized the entire incantation, itching to return and study this powerful method immediately.

As for Yuan Xixiao’s puzzled look, Li Tianwei completely ignored it.

In his mind, how could someone with Yuan Xixiao’s mediocre strength possibly grasp the true might of this technique? He had used it for so long and still didn’t realize its value—what a fool.

How could such a person be considered a genius? And to think he had also achieved the Hundred-Day Foundation like himself—Li Tianwei couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

After obtaining the technique, Li Tianwei formed a hand seal and pressed his fingertip against Yuan Xixiao’s brow.

He guided his fission-like spiritual power into Yuan Xixiao’s body, shredding his Spirit Platform completely—ensuring he would never cultivate again.

Having done so, Li Tianwei calmly retreated behind Ye Changxu.

Seeing Li Tianwei cripple Yuan Xixiao, Ye Changxu naturally stepped in front of him to block the view.

Up in the air, the heated verbal battle between Xiao E and the elders of the Sacred Land of Lingxu finally came to an end.

At this moment, Xiao E looked utterly exhausted, his eyes full of indignation and weariness.

His essence, energy, and spirit had all visibly diminished.

After all, the elders of the Sacred Land of Lingxu had taken advantage of the situation to extort quite a bit from him.

In addition, the Sacred Land of Baiyuan would have to send several more elders to exchange compensation for Xiao E and the other disciples.

“Xiao E, do you still remember your wager? Since your Sacred Land of Baiyuan has already lost, where is that superior-grade magic treasure?”

Bai Muxu spoke up at this moment.

The other elders, realizing what he meant, chimed in with words dripping with irony.

“Fine! I’ll hand it over right now.”

At this point, Xiao E was truly frightened.

In recent years, the Sacred Land of Lingxu had grown immensely powerful.

If anything happened to him here, the Sacred Land of Baiyuan would never go to war over such a trivial matter.

In the end, the fault was his own—and the Sacred Land of Lingxu had every reason to press the advantage.

He finished speaking, then retrieved from his storage ring the superior-grade magic treasure from before.

It was a Wheel of Radiance, a circular disk engraved with hundreds of interlocking formations.

A faint spiritual brilliance shimmered around it, resembling the halo borne by immortals.

Looking at the glowing wheel in his hand, Xiao E’s face twisted in heartache.

Under the envious gazes of the surrounding crowd, Bai Muxu accepted it.

After all, this was the wager owed from Li Tianwei’s victory, and no one voiced objection.

Superior-grade treasures were exceedingly rare—even a Spirit Transformation cultivator might not possess one.

After putting it away, Bai Muxu and the others finally turned their attention back to dealing with the aftermath on the dueling platform.