Chunibyo in Cultivation World

“Foundation Establishment middle stage?”

At that moment, Liu Muyu also sensed Li Tianwei’s cultivation level.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of jealousy could not help but flash across his face.

It had only been a hundred days since he completed his Foundation Establishment, yet he had already broken through again so quickly.

Was this the true power of the Heavenly Spiritual Root combined with the Supreme Dao Foundation?

Having once trained at Heaven’s Gate Peak under Bai Muxu’s guidance, Liu Muyu had also entered the Heaven-Origin Dao Foundation Method, and experienced its wondrous effects.

He himself had relied on this Dao Foundation Method to break through to the Golden Core Realm within a few decades.

Even so, Liu Muyu still deeply regretted failing to complete the Hundred-Day Foundation.

Yet the man before him, Li Tianwei, had succeeded where he had failed.

In the future, this man would surely surpass him.

The thought alone stirred a storm of jealousy and anger within his heart.

Moreover, because of Li Tianwei, there was now the danger of his identity as an undercover agent being exposed.

When that happened, what awaited him would be the joint pursuit of two Sacred Lands.

“So, Li Tianwei—you must die.”

Liu Muyu thought darkly to himself.

Just as killing intent surged within Liu Muyu’s heart, Li Tianwei’s lips curled slightly.

After all, having comprehended the Dao Intent of Killing, Liu Muyu’s emotional fluctuation could not escape his perception.

However, the situation was far from ideal.

Liu Muyu was merely a small pawn.

The true danger lay with the Extraterrestrial Demons hidden among the crowd.

Li Tianwei glanced around the grand hall. To the naked eye, it was impossible to distinguish who among them were demons. But having once comprehended both Death and Resentment Dao Intents from Filthy Resentful Aura, he could faintly sense their presence.

At present, the demons thought they were hidden in the dark while Li Tianwei stood exposed under the light—but in reality, Li Tianwei had already perceived their existence.

In other words, the roles of hunter and prey had now reversed.

“Senior brothers, this is Li Tianwei, the one who defeated the disciples of the Sacred Land of Baiyuan on the Duel Platform—Senior Brother Li.”

“This banquet is held to celebrate his victory.”

Since Li Tianwei had arrived, Liu Muyu began to enact his plan, amplifying his voice with spiritual power.

Very soon, following Liu Muyu’s announcement, the many disciples in the grand hall turned their heads one after another, their gazes all falling on Li Tianwei.

There were eyes filled with respect, excitement, and fervor…

It had to be said—Liu Muyu was indeed skilled at stirring emotions.

“Junior Brother Li, please take the main seat.”

Liu Muyu led the way to the front.

At the same time, several women dressed in flowing silken robes stepped gracefully into the center of the hall, beginning to dance lightly.

Beside them, musicians began to play.

Such a grand banquet clearly showed how much effort Liu Muyu had put into it.

Li Tianwei thought the same. If not for the fact that he could feel the dense evil and resentment emanating from these people, he might have believed that Liu Muyu was sincerely trying to befriend him through this banquet.

Unfortunately, that was not the case.

Soon, Li Tianwei took his seat at the top.

In secret, he began gathering his strength.

Since he was already here, he intended to capture all of them in one fell swoop.

Meanwhile, Liu Muyu stood by his side, introducing all sorts of fine things, speaking of his “memories” from his time cultivating under Bai Muxu at Heaven’s Gate Peak.

Li Tianwei found it somewhat amusing. What memories could one possibly have from only a hundred days of Foundation Establishment?

It was either cultivating—or on the way to cultivation.

Below, in the grand hall, the other disciples were already drinking spirit wine and eating spirit fruits, immersed in celebration.

Meanwhile, Li Tianchen, seated elsewhere, felt an overwhelming unease. His instincts screamed that he must leave immediately—or he would die here.

At this point, all thoughts of exposing Li Tianwei’s secrets had vanished. He only wished to flee as soon as possible.

No one among the celebrating disciples noticed that many of their familiar friends and senior brothers were quietly gathering together.

As the host of this feast, Liu Muyu was also waiting for the right moment to kill Li Tianwei—completely unaware that the banquet he had organized might just become the wedding gown for someone else’s scheme.

“Junior Brother Li, look at this—”

Just as Liu Muyu continued speaking, two figures suddenly appeared at the entrance of the grand hall.

The moment they entered, silence fell across the entire hall.

All eyes turned toward them.

From their deep-purple elder robes, it was clear that they were elders of the Sacred Land of Lingxu. However, judging by the jade tokens at their waists, they were not inner-peak elders, but rather outer-peak elders.

Although all were elders of the Sacred Land of Lingxu, the difference between inner and outer elders was vast.

The inner-peak Nascent Soul Elders were at the pinnacle level, some even having the potential to step into the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Outer-peak Nascent Soul Elders, however—despite having reached the Nascent Soul Realm—were often limited by their aptitude.

Even if they exhausted their entire lifespans, they could not advance any further.

Still, an elder was an elder.

Upon seeing the two arrive, many disciples rose to greet them respectfully.

Liu Muyu did the same—it was a gesture of respect toward the strong.

In truth, Liu Muyu found their presence strange. He didn’t know either of these elders, and this banquet was meant for Li Tianwei—a gathering of disciples of the same generation.

Such events were often organized by true or personal disciples to attract future followers.

Usually, elders remained focused on their cultivation and would not involve themselves in such gatherings.

Their sudden appearance was indeed unexpected.

“Junior Brother Li, two elders have arrived. I’ll go and greet them.”

Liu Muyu said and rose to his feet.

Seeing that Li Tianwei did not respond, a flicker of irritation flashed in his heart, though he quickly suppressed it.

At that moment, Li Tianwei suddenly heard the System’s alarm echoing in his consciousness.

【Not good! Host, leave immediately! Those demons have sent two Nascent Soul cultivators to capture you!】

Sensing the arrival of the two figures, the System immediately cried out in alarm.

The situation had already exceeded what it could handle.

The trump card it had prepared for Li Tianwei could barely deal with one Nascent Soul cultivator—but now, there were two.

It had no confidence in managing this.

As for Li Tianwei himself—defeating two Nascent Soul cultivators was absolutely impossible.

A False Spiritual Root was, after all, a False Spiritual Root.

Not only was cultivation more difficult, but its control over elemental spiritual power was also far inferior to higher-grade roots.

Though Li Tianwei had comprehended many Dao Intents, possessed the Undying Body of the Sacrificial Dao, and had other extraordinary methods…

He had indeed achieved much. But still—in the System’s eyes, crossing realms to fight against Golden Core cultivators was one thing.

Against Nascent Soul cultivators—it was an entirely different world. He would die.

Upon hearing this, Li Tianwei looked toward the two people in the hall—but strangely, he could not sense any demonic aura from them.

Clearly, this was because their cultivation level was far too high for him to detect.

At that moment, as Liu Muyu stood up, the disciples who had quietly gathered earlier suddenly moved.

Boom—

It was clear that these demons had long been prepared.

They no longer cared that this was the Sacred Land of Lingxu itself.