Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 91: Misfortune turns into Fortune

"So this is what it means... Misfortune turns into fortune literally," Yu Xuan muttered aloud, his tone calm, almost sage-like, as though he had just unlocked a profound truth of the Dao.

Zhou stared at him, blinking. "Has he gone crazy?"

"He definitely has," the muscular guy grunted.

"I’m really itching to loot him, boss," the other disciple added eagerly.

Zhou waved a hand. "Then beat him already."

The two disciples rushed forward, flanking Yu Xuan. Just as they closed in, Yu Xuan slowly turned to face them, his expression unreadable.

He locked eyes with the muscular one first.

Without a word, he activated his skill [Immortal’s Gaze].

For a brief instant, his irises turned golden, radiant with a divine glow. The light faded almost instantly, but the effect had already taken hold.

The muscular disciple skidded to a halt.

His entire body froze mid-sprint.

Then, his expression twisted. Eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream, sheer terror flooded his features as if he were staring into the abyss itself.

The disciple beside him faltered, noticing his partner’s sudden halt.

"What the, hey, are you—"

He reached out to touch him.

The moment his fingers brushed the frozen man’s shoulder, the muscular disciple let out a blood-curdling scream.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

He clutched his head and collapsed to his knees, howling as if his soul were being torn apart.

The second disciple stumbled back, wide-eyed. "W-What’s wrong with him?!"

Zhou’s voice rang out, frustrated. "What happened?!"

"I—I don’t know! He just stopped! You saw it too, right?! He screamed the moment I touched him!"

Zhou gritted his teeth. "Forget him! Finish that bastard! Beat him down!"

The second disciple hesitated for only a second before charging forward with a roar, throwing his full strength into a punch aimed at Yu Xuan’s chest.

The punch landed.

And did... absolutely nothing.

Yu Xuan didn’t move an inch.

He just stared at the man, calm and unbothered, as though a leaf had floated gently onto his robes.

The disciple’s confidence shattered in an instant.

’W-What?! That was a full-force blow...!’ He was a mid stage Foundation Establishment realm cultivator and his punch was enough to shatter trees.

What he didn’t know was that Yu Xuan’s physique had long surpassed that of ordinary cultivators. Even though he was only at Qi Condensation First Realm, his body had been tempered to extremes. He wasn’t just strong for his realm — he was strongest in it, maybe even in the whole major realm and the next one.

The disciple backed away, eyes flickering with fear.

Yu Xuan blinked once.

[Immortal’s Gaze] — again.

Golden light flared in his eyes for a second time.

And just like before, the disciple froze. His face went pale. Then slowly twisted into the same mask of horror his companion wore.

Both of them now stood trembling, caught in invisible nightmares only they could see.

With a slow exhale, Yu Xuan turned his gaze toward Zhou.

The smile was gone from Zhou’s face. All the confidence, the smugness, the control of the situation — it drained away in an instant.

He looked at the two disciples trembling on the ground, and then at Yu Xuan, who was now walking toward him without the slightest urgency.

"Oh no..." Zhou muttered. "This... this went really wrong."

Zhou couldn’t comprehend what had gone wrong.

From everything he’d seen, Yu Xuan looked like a standard low-level cultivator, nothing out of the ordinary. Easy money.

Sure, geniuses existed — even those who could fight a realm above their own. But such people were would not go taking simple missions, and even then, they often needed experience, tempering, or heavenly fortuitous encounters to become a genius. Yu Xuan didn’t look the part. He was young, quiet, and seemingly fresh to the sect.

And yet...

Zhou gritted his teeth.

’No matter how talented he is, I’m still an early-stage Core Formation realm cultivator. Even if I’m not top-tier, I’m no pushover. A mere Qi Condensation brat shouldn’t be able to force me into this!’ 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Without hesitation, he retrieved a Profound-grade sword from his space ring. The blade gleamed with sharp spiritual light, humming faintly with killing intent.

Then he lunged straight at Yu Xuan.

Seeing Zhou charge with a weapon, Yu Xuan’s gaze sharpened.

A direct hit from that could actually hurt.

Core Formation might be a few leaps ahead of Qi Condensation, but that sword — enhanced with spiritual force, was enough to draw caution.

Zhou was fast, very fast but he shifted slightly and, at the last moment, dodged the attack with graceful precision, sidestepping the lethal arc of the blade.

Zhou skidded to a stop, preparing for a second strike.

But before he could reposition—

[Telekinesis]

Yu Xuan’s hand flicked gently, and an invisible force surged through the air.

The sword in Zhou’s grip suddenly jerked, yanked cleanly from his hands as if pulled by an unseen force.

It spun midair before landing several feet away with a loud clang, embedding itself partially into the forest floor.

Zhou blinked.

"...F*ck."

He didn’t waste another second. Without sparing a glance at his fallen comrades, who still writhed in terror — Zhou turned and ran, his mind racing faster than his feet.

What kind of monster is this?!

An early Qi Condensation cultivator taking on someone in the Core Formation realm without a scratch? And such reaction speed!

There were only two possibilities: Either Yu Xuan was an old monster in disguise... or a supreme-tier genius.

Both options were terrifying.

’I’m out. I can’t fight this. I’ll vanish before the Punishment Hall even hears of this—’

But just as Zhou gained momentum, an otherworldly force gripped his body mid-run.

His limbs froze.

He was lifted clean off the ground — arms flailing, his Qi surging as he tried to resist. He activated defensive techniques, and even talisman barriers to break free.

All of it failed.

"So, it can be resisted," Yu Xuan said calmly, observing Zhou’s struggle. His brows furrowed slightly. "But not by much."

With a smooth motion of his hand, he pulled Zhou through the air as if reeling in a fish. The older cultivator came flying toward him, helpless to stop his trajectory.

Yu Xuan caught him by the neck mid-air, planting his foot and holding him there, effortlessly.

Zhou coughed, legs dangling.

Yu Xuan looked at him and said.

"Now then, Zhou... how about we have a little chat?"

Zhou just had a single thought, ’Demon’.