Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era-Chapter 56: Be Careful Host! She Is A Yandere!
A groan of despair escaped from Guo Jian’s throat. BaiShe leaned toward the ear of his defeated opponent.
"Last night, I fucked that whore Hue Qing... she was not even good."
Guo Jian froze, his blue eyes widening with such violent shock that he forgot the physical pain. BaiShe straightened up, removing his foot with total contempt.
"I think we are done here," he said as he turned on his heels.
"You bastard!" screamed Guo Jian, drawing on his last reserves of Qi. He threw himself forward, trying to pierce BaiShe’s back with a dagger hidden in his sleeve.
Without even turning completely, BaiShe spun on himself. His hand shot out, striking Jian in mid-air with another slap that sent him flying to the other end of the arena.
"I wanted to spare you, but you attack me from behind?" spat BaiShe.
"Did you eat dog food to be so cowardly? You bring shame to your entire family..."
[Ding! You have humiliated the Son of Luck Guo Jian: 5 000 luck points!]
BaiShe slowly approached Jian, who was crawling pathetically. He raised his foot to crush his hand, when suddenly, a hand rested on his shoulder.
"My martial brother has erred, that is undeniable. BaiShe of the Xuan Family, is it not? Give me face and let this pass."
The one who had just intervened was Huojin, his heterochromatic eyes fixing BaiShe with authority. On his forehead, the Yin-Yang symbol began to glow. So that BaiShe could know his identity and even if he was not part of the Dao Temple it changed nothing.
"What!? Why have all the geniuses of our sect gone mad?!" exclaimed a disciple in the crowd.
Huojin, as the Dao Executor, expected his natural authority to force any cultivator to bow, or even to prostrate themselves in terror.
"Remove your hand,"
Huojin shook his head, a condescending smile stretching his lips.
"The Dao Temple taught you bad manners—"
Before he could finish, a slap twice as powerful as the one he had given to Guo Jian struck him full force. Huojin, shocked, was sent flying in turn, crossing the arena before crashing heavily against a pillar.
"Do you take me for a joke because I am a person calm by nature?" asked BaiShe.
"Do you think anyone who comes out of nowhere can ask me to give them face? And what else?"
BaiShe jumped and landed brutally on Huojin’s face, driving the chosen one’s skull into the rubble of the pillar.
"This is what I do with your face," he concluded by pressing with all his weight, crushing the Executor’s arrogance under his sole.
[Ding! You have successfully humiliated the Dao Executor: 5 000 points!]
***
"Young Master Xuan... I beg you, do not hold the sect responsible for my son’s insolence and Huojin’s madness..."
"Their actions in no way reflect the gratitude we feel toward your noble family... We are ready for any possible compensation."
"The anger is an emotion unworthy of a scholar... However, your son lacked discernment and your disciple forgot his place..." replied BaiShe calmly.
"But I am not a man of blood... My coming here was only to promote cultural exchanges between our kingdoms... Not to sow desolation."
A collective sigh of relief ran through the assembly. BaiShe sketched a smile, perfectly masking the contempt he felt for these beings he considered as simple ants.
"To prove my sincerity and help your disciples recover from this ordeal... this scholar gives you these few remedies," continued BaiShe as he took out several jade vials from his sleeves. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
He placed on the table divine-rank spiritual pills, treasures whose mere fragrance was enough to stabilize the Qi of the Elders present. It was a pure manipulation maneuver; by showing generosity after being offended, he consolidated his image as a merciful sage.
"It is... it is boundless generosity, Young Master!" exclaimed an Elder as he bowed to the ground.
***
[Luck points: 12 600]
The humiliation of the Son of Luck Guo Jian and that of the Dao Executor Huojin had been extremely fruitful. After the 2100 points obtained from Lin Feng, he now had more than enough to summon a second time a Villainess from the mythical eras.
"I should think twice before summoning a new one."
...
Meanwhile, Guo Jian was slumped against a cherry tree trunk, a jar of spiritual wine in his hand.
His face was bruised, his pride reduced to ashes. BaiShe’s words about his fiancée, Hue Qing, kept looping in his mind, torturing him more surely than any physical injury.
"That whore Hue Qing... she was not even good..." he repeated, teeth clenched, before taking another gulp of the burning liquid.
He felt betrayed by the world, by his fiancée, and especially by his own lack of strength. His Heavenly Sword Lineage, once his greatest pride, now seemed ridiculous in the face of the overwhelming power of Young Master Xuan.
On the roof of the neighboring pavilion, BaiShe stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his black silk tunic floating slightly in the night breeze.
He observed Guo Jian with a cynical eye. He knew that Sons of Luck, when they hit rock bottom, often had fortuitous encounters that propelled them to new heights. He waited, hoping that a new artifact or hidden inheritance would manifest so he could seize it.
"You are so pathetic, Guo Jian... Show me if destiny still has something to offer you..." murmured BaiShe to himself.
Finally, completely drunk, Guo Jian tried to get up to return to his quarters. His steps were staggering, his clothes soiled with wine and dirt.
As he turned the corner of a stone wall, he violently collided with a hooded silhouette.
"You should watch where you are going son of a bitch!" shouted Guo Jian while staggering.
He did not have time to finish his sentence. The silhouette moved with a speed beyond human understanding. A slender hand, but surrounded by violet qi that seemed to consume the light itself, plunged directly into Guo Jian’s thorax, piercing through muscles and bones to close on his heart.
BaiShe, from his perch, widened his eyes. He had felt no Qi fluctuation before the impact.
He stared at the scene, his Third Eye capturing a demonic energy of terrifying purity.
Guo Jian, his mouth open on a scream that never came out, saw the silhouette slowly remove her hood.
"What are you waiting for my husband? Come devour his essence!" said the Nether Princess as she turned her gaze toward the roof where BaiShe stood, a cruel smile stretching her lips.
BaiShe remained frozen for a moment in surprise.
’What is she doing here? And how did she know I was the Devourer?’
"Darling!? What are you doing here?"
[Ding! The system has detected a Daughter of Luck nearby!]
[Be careful host, she is a Yandere!]
