Chunibyo in Cultivation World

Under Zhang Linyuan’s command, and with the cooperation of many evil demons, several hundred people had already gathered within the Sacred Land of Lingxu, heading toward Heaven’s Gate Peak. All of them were disciples from the twelve inner peaks of the Sacred Land of Lingxu.

Most were at the Foundation Establishment Realm, with a few at the Golden Core Realm, and the group was led by Qing Changyu, a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm.

If such a force appeared in the cultivation world, it would have been enough to overthrow some second-rate cultivation families and sects.

This uproar naturally attracted the attention of several elders, but given the identities of those involved—and the Sacred Land of Lingxu’s lenient rules that did not overly restrict disciples—duels between different peaks were common occurrences.

Faced with the situation, they decided to report it to their respective Peak Masters, requesting a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator to intervene.

However, the few elders at the Spirit Transformation Realm who were still free had already been summoned by Daoist Master Lan Yu to the main peak for negotiations.

It was clear that Zhang Linyuan’s choice of timing was impeccable in every regard.

For the time being, with no response received, the Nascent Soul elders could only continue to observe. Duels between disciples were permitted, and if matters escalated, there would still be time to intervene.

At that moment, on Burning Void Peak, Chang Liqing—who had been swept into the Demonic Sect Territory during the chaos caused by Liu Muyu and those evil demons—had only barely managed to return to the Sacred Land of Lingxu thanks to Li Tianwei’s overwhelming power.

In the past few days, he had been cultivating desperately. Surprisingly, his efforts bore fruit—he finally broke through from the early stage to the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. It was a tremendous improvement, considering he had originally expected it would take him several years.

“Indeed, real experience is the fastest way to increase one’s cultivation. But I really don’t want to go through such training again,” he muttered.

Recalling his experience in the Demonic Sect Territory—and that Senior Brother Li—still sent chills down his spine.

He had personally witnessed Li Tianwei’s terrifying strength and those sinister methods that seemed even more demonic than the ways of demonic cultivators themselves.

For a time, Chang Liqing had even felt tempted to practice demonic techniques.

Unfortunately, every time he thought about it, his subconscious screamed the same warning—if he tried to emulate Li Tianwei, he would die.

“Sigh, I’d better just cultivate honestly,” he said with a sigh.

Just then, he noticed a group of people storming past, faces filled with anger and determination, as if something serious had happened.

As a disciple of the Sacred Land of Lingxu, Chang Liqing naturally felt both a sense of duty and curiosity to find out what was going on.

He quickly stepped forward and stopped a familiar fellow disciple.

“Junior Brother He, what’s happening? Why does everyone look so furious?” he asked.

“Senior Brother Chang, you don’t know? We’re heading to support Senior Brother Qing from Yuanhong Peak!”

“Senior Brother Qing is planning to go up to Heaven’s Gate Peak to capture that demonic cultivator, Li Tianwei!”

“Senior Brother Chang, why don’t you come with us?”

He Xijin immediately explained what was happening, even trying to convince Chang Liqing to join them.

But when he looked at Chang Liqing’s face, he saw only blank confusion and disbelief.

Chang Liqing truly couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

Going to Heaven’s Gate Peak to capture the demonic cultivator Li Tianwei? No matter how he looked at it, it sounded insane.

He had heard plenty of rumors about Li Tianwei lately, and having personally encountered him in the Demonic Sect Territory, he knew what Li Tianwei had actually done there.

To him, these so-called “rumors” were blatant slander—fabrications spread by demonic cultivators.

Those who had returned with Li Tianwei knew the truth of his deeds in the Demonic Sect Territory.

If anyone took the trouble to investigate, they would discover that within several nations under the Sacred Land of Lingxu’s control, new cities named after Li Tianwei had appeared—cities filled with people he had rescued from the demonic lands.

Chang Liqing simply couldn’t understand how such falsehoods had spread.

He had believed that the upper echelons of the Sacred Land must have had some plan—that they would dispel these lies and clear Li Tianwei’s name.

But now he was being told that the disciples of the Sacred Land had actually been misled—and were marching to capture him.

Whether the rumors were true or false, Chang Liqing could already imagine the terrifying scene that would unfold when Li Tianwei revealed his power.

He still remembered vividly how Li Tianwei had crushed demonic cultivators while rescuing the mortals around Panshan City, and how his Saint Soul Banner had been filled with the souls of Nascent Soul demonic cultivators.

“Uh… I’ll pass, Junior Brother He. Let me give you a word of advice—don’t go looking for trouble.”

The image of Li Tianwei effortlessly crushing everything in his path within the Demonic Sect Territory flashed through his mind, leaving Chang Liqing’s voice trembling as he spoke.

He Xijin, hearing his words, didn’t press the issue and continued marching with the others, waving flags and shouting.

“All I can do is pray for you all… It seems Senior Brother Li’s demonic arts—no, his cultivation—will soon make another great leap,” Chang Liqing muttered as he watched the group’s backs disappear into the distance.

He almost clasped his hands together like one of those bald monks and chanted, “Amitabha.”

The small incident on Burning Void Peak didn’t slow the movement stirred by the spreading emotions and rumors.

Some people were simply blind followers.

Of course, there were far more who stayed rational. Among nearly ten thousand inner disciples of the Sacred Land of Lingxu, including those in seclusion, only a few hundred were willing to join the mob and shout in support.

Naturally, seeing such a scene would make many outsiders believe that the Sacred Land of Lingxu was rotten to the core—condemning the entire sect for the blindness of a few hundred people.

Not to mention, quite a few among them were evil demons.

At this moment, beneath Heaven’s Gate Peak—

Qing Changyu had already begun leading his people up the mountain. With Zhang Linyuan’s influence continuously feeding his emotions—jealousy, rage, and more—his reason was slipping away bit by bit.

Now, only one thought filled Qing Changyu’s mind: to demand an explanation and capture that practitioner of demonic arts, to give justice to the million mortals from the Demonic Sect Territory.

Of course, more importantly, he wanted Bai Muxu to realize that he was the one most qualified to be his disciple.

Throughout his years in the Sacred Land of Lingxu, Qing Changyu had always wanted to make Bai Muxu regret his decision—to surpass him completely in cultivation.

Before he reached the Nascent Soul Realm, Qing Changyu had believed that surpassing Bai Muxu wasn’t impossible.

But after spending so much time reaching the Nascent Soul Realm himself, even with his Heavenly Spiritual Root, he couldn’t advance any further.

It was then that he understood—the power of Bai Muxu was like the vast sky, while he himself was but a mayfly beneath it.

Moreover, when Bai Muxu was at the Nascent Soul Realm, he had even slain a Spirit Transformation cultivator.

As for himself, facing one of that level, he probably wouldn’t last a few moves.

That regret from failing to complete the Foundation Establishment within a hundred days, the jealousy of Bai Muxu’s Hundred-Day Foundation, and countless emotions combined—

—and formed the very crack through which evil demons crept into Qing Changyu’s heart.

Even now, he remained unaware of it.