Dual Cultivation: Omnipotent Villain with Reader System!-Chapter 65: Even Servant Zhang can distinguish silver from dust.
Wang Tianmo was confused for a breath. He didn’t expect that the formation would be broken... He didn’t even bother checking who did it. He regained his composure and swiftly utilized the void steps, allowing him to vanish into thin air before reappearing thousands of miles away.
’That was close.’ He thought to himself, before opening the system panel and entering the private world.
..
The air pressure dropped to a freezing point. The Tang Clan Ancestor’s face, usually etched with the calm of a mountain, twisted into a mask of disbelief.
He was ENRAGED, how could a devil escape from his grasp?! Could it be that by uttering such cold-hearted dialogue and basking in the glory, he allowed that devil to gain momentum?
Outrageous. He looked at Wang Xuhan...
Wang Xuhan felt a chill run down his spine if the hands of the ancient god were squeezing... No, he doesn’t have a good feeling about it.
He has a family and responsibilities to bear. This old man likely wants to search his soul. Without hesitation, he quickly took out the soul-shattering pill from his bosom and took it in one go. He hopes... Tianmo, or who he is takes care of his "wives" and "family".
Pfft!
Coughing the blood, the old man instantly fell to his knees, his eyes rolling back as his soul began to dim slowly and was shattered... It was the same pill that Tianmo had offered him.
The Tang Clan ancestor was further enraged, how dare this guy shatter his soul, when he was about to search it... In anger, he raised his hand, and the figure of Elder Bo floated in the air.
"Let me see your soul," the Ancestor roared, placing his glowing palm over Elder Bo’s face.
The Elder’s eyes rolled back, his consciousness dragged out of his body like a puppet on a string. The Ancestor peered into the abyss of his mind, searching for the truth.
But he found nothing.
The Elder’s memories were mundane, cultivate, cultivate, and be furious at someone. He also learned little about the Wang Family’s inner politics...
Dragon court... Hmmm. What shall he do now?
Based on the memory he received... The dragon court seems to be a powerful organization with immense wealth, but, why would they be supporting a small family?
Could it be that the Dragon Court wishes to cultivate the devil or, is there simply another layer of truth to it? The question is immense yet the answer is none, thus, it is unwise to wipe out the Wang Family given that, Wang Family patriarch has committed suicide.
Maybe the Family patriarch knew about his son all along but the rest are completely unaware... It’s totally possible. Damn it. He couldn’t help but curse himself for being so impulsive.
He then looked at the ground... His divine sense spread far across yet, he couldn’t sense the aura of Tianmo. And even the one who caused the chaos and broke the formation, letting the sinner escape.
"Move! Start a manhunt... The Tang Family will issue a one-hundred High-grade spirit stone bounty to anyone providing the location of the Devil Heir. I want him dead. I want his head served on a silver platter." The Tang Clan Ancestor roared, his voice cracking with the fury of a man who had lost his composure. The spiritual pressure he released was so dense it felt like a physical weight, crushing the surrounding trees into mulch.
The elders and disciples of the Tang Clan scrambled, their robes fluttering as they dispersed like a flock of startled birds, spreading out across the flying island and the surrounding sea to hunt for a ghost.
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The dust settled.
Within the Wang Family Manor, Main Hall.
The atmosphere was suffocating... Family Patriarch committed suicide, yet none here was showing a crying expression given that, this is a cultivation world and Death is a natural thing. People die, it’s a profound truth.
And Elder Bo was in a coma, unable to recover anytime soon. Nevertheless, the heavy silence in the hall was broken not by a humane sound, but by the scent of incense.
Madam Zhu, the Second Wife, moved first. Her heavy, swaying steps made a soft thud noise against the white jade floor, echoing like a heartbeat in the quiet room. She did not kneel; she sat, her posture arrogant despite the trembling in her hands. She poured a cup of tea, her movements graceful and fluid, though the liquid sloshed dangerously close to the rim.
"Suicide?" She let the word hang in the air for a moment to let it build up, tasting it like a sour fruit. She looked up, her eyes narrowed, casting a sharp gaze at the empty main seat.
"What shall we do now?! Tianmo is missing, Elder Bo is in bad condition and Patriarch is dead... This is a disaster!" Madam Zhu’s voice trembled, but it was a trembling born of panic, not grief. She clutched the teacup tightly, her knuckles white.
Madam Zhu was a woman who thrived on power. She had climbed the ladder of the Wang family by trading her body and her ambition, and now that the ladder had been kicked away, she was scrambling to find a new one.
Madam Lan, the First Wife, sat to her left. She wore a golden robe that seemed to absorb the light, her expression cold and unreadable. Though, she believed Tianmo was completely safe.
"Tianmo has changed a lot... And the patriarch has committed suicide, does that mean the Patriarch knew something about Tianmo, and rather than having his soup searched, he chose that path?"
The point was logical and well-thought-out. After all, both Tianmo and the patriarch had been acting strange for days.
"What about Dragon Court?!" Aunt Biyue’s voice cut through the stagnant air, sharp and icy. She sat upright, her pale fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the armrest of her chair showing her anxiety. "If that ’Dragon Court’ is truly the backing Tianmo claims, why would they let him face such a calamity alone? Why would they let the Patriarch die? It makes no sense."
Madam Lan’s lips curled into a faint, disdainful smile. She took a sip of the tea, her eyes never leaving Madam Zhu.
"Because the Patriarch was weak," Madam Lan stated, her voice low and laced with a cold, pragmatic elegance. "Tianmo is the storm, Fellow sister, Zhu. The Patriarch was merely the shelter. When the storm rages, the shelter collapses. It is a natural law of the Dao."
Madam Zhu’s face flushed red, her massive chest heaving with indignation. "You speak of him as if he were a mere calamity! He is our son! He is the hope of the Wang Family! If he falls, who will protect us? The Tang Clan is ruthless; they will not stop until they have wiped us out. I think when they searched, Elder Bo’s soul... Only the uncertainty of Dragon Court has saved us."
The air in the hall grew even thick with the scent of incense unable to calm their mind.
"Silence!"
Madam Lian’s voice was like a whip crack, sharp and violent. She swept into the room, her emerald silk robes rustling like leaves in a gale. She didn’t sit; she stood tall, her heavy, curvaceous form radiating a terrifying, suffocating heat.
"Waiting? For what? For the heavens to bless us with mercy?" She stopped in front of Madam Zhu, her almond eyes dark with a sharp, red, predatory glint. "Tianmo is the storm, yes, but a storm does not wait for the shelter to collapse before it strikes. If he is gone, we are exposed. We are naked before the wolves. Also, what’s Dragon Court?! I think the Wang Family isn’t the pawn but Tianmo is... Perhaps this is why, patriarch committed suicide, allowing Tang Ancestor to misunderstand, so that way, our family could be saved due to the uncertainty of the Dragon court... If Tang Family’s ancestor had searched more souls, he would have gotten the answer..."
Madam Zhu showed a little sign of guilt... But, it soon faded away, since her husband knew about her sleeping with Tianmo anyway, so, it’s not betrayal, it’s sharing. Now with her husband gone, she has to rely on Tianmo.
"Madam Cai, pray tell us about your son... Aside from the patriarch, you must be the one who knows the answer. With him gone, we are in the dark... Does he really possess one of the seven taboos?! If so, what should we do?"
"I-I... I don’t know. I really don’t know..." Madam Cai’s voice was soft, barely a whisper with a hint of hopelessness, like a breeze rustling through dead leaves. She sat with her head bowed, her delicate hands clasped tightly in her lap, her pink robes trembling slightly. She looked like a frightened rabbit, a fragile doll that had been abandoned in the middle of a slaughterhouse.
She was terrified. Not just for herself, but for her son.
"Mother, you are his mother. You must have sensed something, right?" Madam Ling, the Seventh Wife, leaned forward, her voice dripping with a provocative, dangerous sweetness. She was a woman who lived in the moment, and the current crisis was merely a new flavor of excitement.
"I... I don’t know..." Madam Cai repeated, her voice trembling more. She looked up, her watery eyes pleading for understanding. "He has always been strange... He is cold, distant... He doesn’t smile anymore. But he is strong. Very strong. He told me... He told me that he would protect us. That no one would dare touch us."
"He told you that, did he?" Madam Feng, the Fourth Wife, spoke up. Her voice was low, like the purr of a cat, but her gaze was piercing. She was a woman of primal instinct, and she could smell the fear in the room.
"Indeed... He told me before entering the sect."
"Silence! The question is what now?! If Tianmo really possesses one of the seven taboos, the world will hunt him anyhow. How should we react to it?" Asked Madam Lan, her eyes looking at Elder Wang Lin, who can be considered the new head for the moment with his Great foundation Cultivation base.
"Hmm... That’s a double-edged sword, but despite considering Tianmo’s contribution, it’s better to be safe than sorry so, we should maintain distance from him and unite with others, we should walk in the path of righteousness and slaughter the devil..."
First of all his wife had told him to offer herself for his assistance, he can’t fall that low, and it’s a good opportunity to turn the family against Tianmo. With the Patriarch Dead, he can be the new head and get his hands on the Spirit-upgrade fruit. If he could play the cards well, he might be able to be a good pawn of the dragon court. He wonders when the Dragon Court’s envoy will come to rescue him.
"Y-You... Husband, what are you saying?!" Aunt Ningxue’s face drained of color, her soft body trembling violently. She looked at Wang Lin with eyes full of betrayal, her chest heaving as she struggled to process the words. "You want to sell out your own nephew? After he gave us everything? After he saved the family?!"
"Silence! You have already lost your dignity—do not lose your tongue as well, you tainted soul... You want to use your body for his assistance, hmph, don’t call me husband, I have no cheap wife, it’s your luck you possess good spirit root, else, I would have burned you to death. Tianmo is a devil, and he deserves death..." He said, full of righteousness.
"Well said..." Madam Feng added. The death of her son was still fresh on her mind, a raw nerve that she was eager to twist, and the opportunity had arrived at her footstep. It’s only wise to claim of.
"No, I am against it... Tianmo is still our nephew, just because he possesses devil fire doesn’t mean he is a devil. He is a good boy... He is kind, he is smart, he is everything."
Madam Zhu said.
The family was divided into two factions.
Elder Wang Lin and Madam Feng were against Tianmo, believing the devil must meet his end, for their own personal agenda, be it power or revenge, respectively.
While, other women and the Elder were in favor of Tianmo.
Nevertheless, Elder Wang Lin was the ultimate powerhouse within their family at the moment so, despite the vast number of family members supporting Tianmo, the ultimate decision-making power remained in the hands of Elder Wang Lin.
So, there was a silence in the hall, it wasn’t peaceful, instead, it was a vacuum, a heavy, suffocating stillness that sucked the oxygen out of the room.
Madam Lian stood like a dormant volcano, her emerald silk robes still rustling with suppressed violence. She watched Elder Wang Lin with eyes that promised nothing but destruction if he made a wrong move.
"Righteousness..." She scoffed, the sound dry and raspy. "Is that what you call it? Using the death of a nephew to secure a fruit? To elevate your own cultivation? You speak of the Dao with the tongue of a traitor. You think we are dumb? You want to secure power now, since our husband is dead."
Elder Wang Lin’s face remained cold, his expression carved from ice. He did not flinch. "The Dao is cruel, Sister Lian. It does not care for sentiment. It only cares for strength. In the cultivation world, inheritance follows strength. What belonged to my elder brother now belongs to me. From this day onward, the Wang Family answers to my authority—wives included. I shall offer you all the title of concubine."
Just then,
"Quite interesting..."
The voice was calm, aged, and layered with an exhaustion that only those who had survived calamity could possess.
"Young Daoist," the old man continued, eyes half-lidded yet sharp as a blade’s edge, "pray tell, what exactly is a devil? What is righteousness?!"
The speaker was none other than Elder Gu. His robes were torn and blackened, still carrying the scorched scent of heavenly lightning. Blood traced down the corner of his lips, and his aura fluctuated wildly, clearly the aftermath of a tribulation he had barely survived.
Yet in his finger rested a dimensional ring, its surface was dull, sealed by layered mechanisms and heavenly restrictions, but the faint pressure leaking from it made even Elder Wang, a great foundation cultivator feel an instinctive dread.
Behind him stood Zhang... The servant’s posture was straight, yet, his gaze was fixed upon Elder Wang Lin, not with fear, but with a cold clarity, like a knife finally certain of its target.
Even Zhamg could tell, such people won’t reach great heights when cultivating immortality, unable to distinguish silver from dust.
Stand against the devil!? Be righteous!? Ha, what a joke.
Foxes were everywhere... The moment one appeared as a sheep, it would be torn apart from every direction.
"Remember, Little Zhang, I see great potential in you, let it be the first lesson I grant you—Always bully the weak and fear the strong. Act when it’s most beneficial to you. That’s the natural order."
Elder Gu raised his plan and a small blue Phoenix shot forth, instantly burning Elder Wang Lin. Alas, he didn’t possess the law so, he couldn’t turn him into ashes instantly.
"Show me how firm your Dao heart is... Kill this Man and that woman, who are self-proclaimed righteous."
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A/N: Madam Feng is dead. Next scene from Mc. Donate 1 golden ticket.
Yay, popular ranking 3.
