Chunibyo in Cultivation World

”No, this isn’t what I wanted. You’re a demonic cultivator, an evil cultivator—you absolutely can’t be someone from the Sacred Land of Lingxu! How could they ever treat their fellow disciples like this—”

”You monster, you great demon！”

Zhang Baiwang screamed with all his might, his throat torn, filled with endless agony and despair.

Even so, Li Tianwei didn’t pause for a single moment—he continued to torment him. As for the words that came out of Zhang Baiwang’s mouth, Li Tianwei didn’t even feel a flicker of reaction.

It wasn’t numbness; it was that, in Li Tianwei’s eyes, Zhang Baiwang had already been tortured into delirium.

Zhang Baiwang had never expected Li Tianwei to be so ruthless. Feeling his cultivation dissolving from within his body, it was as if countless ants were gnawing at his flesh.

Such pain was beyond what consciousness could endure.

”Ah! No! Stop! You can’t treat me like this！”

Zhang Baiwang cried out in utter despair. In that moment, he finally understood how those mortals and weaklings who had once fallen into his hands had felt.

At this point, all notions of righteousness were gone. All he wanted was for someone—anyone—to save him.

Unfortunately, who could possibly save him now? Back then, when he had tormented the weak, no one had stepped forward for them either.

Even when punishment came, it had only been a light slap on the wrist. After all, they were all cultivators—spend a few years imprisoned, and it was over.

Now Zhang Baiwang understood that what he had once revered as “righteousness” was merely an excuse that allowed others to trample over him at will.

This was the “righteousness” of the strong—where the mighty oppressed the weak and called it the natural order. When you became strong, you would do the same. So when you were oppressed, tormented, and slain, you couldn’t complain—because wasn’t this the very world you loved so much?

Li Tianwei didn’t care what Zhang Baiwang thought. The strong ruled—that was all. Li Tianwei could crush him, kill him, torture him, and make him, like Lin Xiaoyu before, exist eternally at the atomic level, endlessly experiencing the same torment.

That’s right—when Li Tianwei killed Lin Xiaoyu before, he hadn’t truly died. Instead, he had dissolved; whether his soul or anything else, it still existed in this world, continuously suffering.

Now, Zhang Baiwang was to share the same fate.

”By the way—you’re in terrible pain right now, aren’t you？”

”Let me tell you something—this pain, I’ll keep it going forever. You’ll experience it until I die. That’s right—only when I die, when my power fades, will you have even a chance at release.”

Li Tianwei gazed at Zhang Baiwang coldly as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Baiwang froze, his hope completely extinguished.

”One more thing—my current cultivation is at the Golden Core Realm. I achieved this realm in just one year. I am now the Chief Disciple of the Sacred Land of Lingxu. With my talent, Ascension poses no problem. Which means—you’ll live as long as I do, perhaps enduring an eternity of torment.”

”Did you think punishment was so simple? Hahahahaha！”

”See? I’m righteous after all! Helping you achieve your dream of immortality—others can’t even hope for such a gift!”

Those words entered Zhang Baiwang’s ears. By this point, it was no longer just physical torture—it was utter spiritual collapse.

”No, no, I…”

Prayers, regret, countless emotions surged within him. At that moment, Zhang Baiwang wondered—if he hadn’t acted as he did before, would he be suffering like this now?

But there were no “ifs.” Wrong was wrong—and one must bear the consequences.

Li Tianwei finished speaking and tightened his grip.

Crack! Spiritual power burst forth; Zhang Baiwang’s strength was instantly refined by Li Tianwei, converted into a force he could later use for righteous purposes. Then, he sealed Zhang Baiwang within an atom, preserving his life force.

”This is only the beginning.”

Li Tianwei looked down at the city below and waved the Soul Banner in his hand.

”Go! Gather up all those steeped in sin and draw them into the banner. I shall guide them to forsake evil and rebuild their Merit.”

His voice echoed through Panshan City as countless ferocious, horrifying evil souls and ghosts surged out from the banner.

In an instant, innumerable fiends and demonic souls began to rampage throughout the city.

The cultivators, under Li Tianwei’s overwhelming might, couldn’t even move.

Meanwhile, the ordinary citizens of Panshan City were still cheering for the rain Li Tianwei had summoned.

Their joyous cries buried the cultivators’ screams, leaving only celebration in the air.

But for those cultivators weighed down by endless sins—it was another story entirely.

”No! Don’t！”

”Demonic cultivator! Great demon! That ghost—”

”It’s the Evil Soul Banner! He’s going to refine us into it！”

Some cultivators with sharp eyes recognized what was happening instantly.

But under Li Tianwei’s absolute power, they could only watch as the evil souls and vengeful ghosts tore into them.

A scene resembling the depths of hell unfolded before their eyes—visited upon those cultivators consumed by their own sins.

The remaining cultivators, watching the vengeful ghosts pass by without touching them, were utterly baffled.

Under Li Tianwei’s control, the Saint Soul Banner was highly selective in its targets.

Compared to the cultivators, ordinary people were spared—Li Tianwei had deliberately avoided harming them.

After all, the cultivators had long segregated the city, forcing mortals into separate districts, rarely allowing them near.

To those mortals, the rain was a divine salvation, freeing them from drought.

Li Tianwei also took this chance to collect the ordinary people who had been sold or imprisoned in dungeons into the Soul Banner, arranging shelter for them afterward.

He even let them offer some comfort to the true culprits of their suffering.

He acted swiftly—for Li Tianwei knew that any delay might cost lives, just like when he had summoned the spiritual rain.

”Ah, right—there’s still this.”

At that moment, Li Tianwei seemed to recall something.

His divine sense swept across the city, and soon, he found several key places.

In an instant, Li Tianwei arrived at a few mass graves within Panshan City. Seeing the scattered bones and dried corpses casually thrown aside, his brows furrowed slightly.

He formed a hand seal.

”Return… return…”

As his spiritual power surged, a cold wind stirred across the burial grounds.

Before long, several soul shadows slowly materialized.

They were remnants of consciousness—souls that had escaped the notice of cultivators and barely clung to existence.

In West-Ling City, there hadn’t been such fortune; but here, a few still remained.

Without a doubt, these were people whose lingering obsessions had turned them into vengeful ghosts. In Li Tianwei’s previous world, they might have found vengeance as ghosts—but in the cultivation world, they were nothing more than fodder.

If cultivators could turn on their own kind, what chance did such ghosts have?

”Immortal Master! Immortal Master！”

Feeling their spectral forms being drawn uncontrollably toward Li Tianwei, the vengeful ghosts cried out in fear.

Clearly, they had suffered greatly in Panshan City even after death.

Li Tianwei looked at them, and upon seeing that their souls were clean and unstained—that they had harmed no one—he said:

”I am the Chief Disciple of the Sacred Land of Lingxu.”

”Regarding Panshan City…”

Li Tianwei recounted to them everything that had occurred in Panshan City.

Soon, the ghosts knew the full truth and its hidden evils.

Before his eyes, dark aura and malevolent thoughts began to rise from their spectral forms.