Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 501: The Celebration Concludes
Sect Leader Lu and Young Creed Leader Lu’s fight ended in a draw, greatly lifting the spirits of the gathered prodigies and sweeping away the pent-up frustration in their chests.
On the other hand, the reforged cultivators wore grave expressions. With remarkable geniuses from the ancient Heavenly Court ahead and the modern era’s prodigies behind, they found themselves caught in between. That meant they had little hope of securing a place in the upcoming Battle of the Great Era.
On the viewing platform, Qiu Jin’an withdrew his gaze, exhaling slowly as he reflected on the battle. “The younger generation is indeed formidable.”
Jiang Qun asked curiously, “Are you talking about how Sect Leader Lu already possesses such combat power despite his young age?”
“No, I’m talking about how he’s an even better swindler than that old Taciturn scoundrel. When the old Taciturn scoundrel was his age, his deception skills were still puerile, though, admittedly, so was I, falling for his tricks again and again.
“Lu Yang is different. His deception skills are flawless. He’s not just fooling a few people—he’s fooling the entire world.”
Jiang Qun, “...”
He was grateful to have been born later than the Taciturn Daoist Priest’s era. Otherwise, how miserable would I have been?
Qiu Jin’an continued, “Still, this kid Lu Yang has one redeeming quality—he only scams outsiders, never his own people. I should have Bai Ming spend more time with Lu Yang. This boy’s talented and sharp-witted, but compared to Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou, he’s lacking too much.”
Yang Ding concurred. “Tianzhi is worse. He’s too single-minded. He should also learn from Lu Yang.”
Luo Hongxia, however, would never let her dear disciple get close to Lu Yang. Who knows what horrors would await?
Master Jiesha likewise dared not let his disciple associate closely with Lu Yang. Monks do not speak of falsehoods. I can’t risk my disciple getting led astray by Lu Yang.
The Everlasting Immortal Fairy merrily reclaimed control of Lu Yang’s body and returned to her seat in the center of the judges.
“Everyone’s busy? Shall we resume the competition?”
The tournament was only halfway through, with several more categories to go.
The matches progressed smoothly—Advanced Golden Core Stage, Basic Nascent Soul Stage... Occasionally, an astounding cultivator would appear, not due to astonishing combat power but their shocking ideas.
The Luoshui Guard and immortal sects discreetly observed these individuals, identifying potential reforged cultivators, experts pretending to be weak, or anomalies like Kong Hao, who had an old taowu sealed within him. The Everlasting Immortal Fairy and the immortal sect leaders also discussed suspicious cultivators.
As the tournament neared its end, a list was compiled, and the imperial court took over, investigating the backgrounds of the individuals flagged.
After ten thrilling days of competition, the tournament concluded, marking the end of the Dao-Seeking Sect’s celebration.
“At last, it’s over.” Lu Yang heaved a sigh of relief. He had handled everything for this celebration, while the Everlasting Immortal Fairy hadn’t helped in the slightest.
“Second-In-Command, well done!” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy was not stingy with verbal praise.
Lu Yang dared not take credit, replying humbly, “It was all thanks to your brilliant delegation in working one person to the bone.”
Jiang Qun called out to Lu Yang. “Sect Leader Lu, when you visit the imperial capital in the future, you must come to my estate. I’ll warmly welcome you!” He recognized Lu Yang as a talent—a significant help when the time came to evade the throne.
Not to mention, Sect Leader Lu casually referred to Yun Zhi as “Lass Yun.” I don’t even dare to think further about their relationship.
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With the celebration over, only the final segment—division of spoils—was underway.
Amid the crowd, Luo Hongxia carefully whipped out a tightly wrapped treasure box. “Be gentle; don’t damage the box. This is my immortal palace’s supreme pressure, not your makeup case.”
As Luo Hongxia activated the treasure box, beams of light shot out and transported everyone into the box.
Inside, the Great Yu cultivators were still desperately pounding against the barriers. Three Transcendent Tribulation joined forces, their attacks earth-shaking, yet their efforts were futile against the treasure box sealed by a single drop of Yun Zhi’s blood.
“Don’t be scared, everyone! The Imperial Preceptor is still outside. By now, he has probably already launched an attack. He’ll surely save us!” The Black-White Venerable Lord rallied the group. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Calculating the time in his head, the celebration’s conclusion was the perfect opportunity for the Imperial Preceptor to strike. “Look, the seal is breaking!” The Black-White Venerable Lord pointed at a nearby light, his shout reigniting hope among the Great Yu cultivators.
However, when the seal was lifted, what awaited them was a flood of Great Xia cultivators pouring in like dumplings into a pot.
“My Heart-Locking Sect contributed greatly to the capture. We deserve one of the Great Yu cultivators!”
“Hey hey hey, Old Li, did you forget you lost all your Great Yu cultivators to my Void-Breaking Sect during the tournament?”
“Don’t spout nonsense. Gambling’s illegal. Who gambled with you?”
“...Do you have no shame?”
“Listen to me, everyone. Let’s sit down and discuss how to divide the Great Yu cultivators.” As a new Transcendent Tribulation cultivator, Lu Baqian stepped forward to maintain order.
With everyone’s interests at stake, the argument grew heated until Lu Baqian diverted their attention.
After everyone taught Lu Baqian a lesson, the One-Qi Venerable Lord finally stepped in to restore order for the big picture.
Lu Yang yawned repeatedly as he listened to their discussion, paying no attention to the final outcome. He only noted that the strongest Great Yu cultivator, the Black-White Venerable Lord, was assigned to the Dao-Seeking Sect.
As for the rest, they can keep arguing.
“By the way, Venerable Lord, have you decided how to deal with the old taowu?” Lu Yang asked the One-Qi Venerable Lord before leaving the box. As his identity was Young Creed Leader Lu at the time, he hadn’t been in a position to inquire about Kong Hao.
“Kong Hao insisted on maintaining the seal, hoping to coexist peacefully with the old taowu. He believes he can eventually reform the old taowu and become friends with it.”
“Well, I suppose that’s also an option.” Lu Yang couldn’t help but feel uneasy for Kong Hao.
The old taowu can’t hold a candle to the Everlasting Immortal Fairy. The Immortal Fairy is beautiful, kind, beloved by all, harmless, and won’t turn on her own people, while an old demon like that taowu might scheme against Kong Hao any time.
But this is Kong Hao’s choice, after all. It’s not for me to interfere.
Yun Zhi dragged the Black-White Venerable Lord by the collar as she departed the treasure box with Lu Yang.
“Speaking of which, where did the Imperial Preceptor go?” After exiting, Lu Yang suddenly realized the Imperial Preceptor had never appeared, and even Yun Zhi hadn’t located him. He had remained vigilant, expecting him to act during the finale, yet nothing happened.
Lu Yang mused, “Strange, did he sense something amiss and flee?” This Imperial Preceptor is really a slippery one.
“Hmm? The barbeque shop?” Lu Yang looked up to find himself outside the barbeque shop.
Chefs Liu and Gao were tidying up the grill, Little Five, Little Six, and Little Seven cleared the dishes, while the creed leader was sweeping and mopping.
He had hoped for a simple meal, but seeing they were closing shop, he decided against asking them to reopen.
“Lu Yang’s here! Come in, come in!” The creed leader ushered him inside enthusiastically.
In the Dao-Seeking Sect, Lu Yang is our backer. Why am I so cordial to Lu Yang? Is it because he’s Yun Zhi’s Little Junior Brother? But I can’t help but feel like there’s another reason...
Who had warned me to treat Lu Yang with the utmost courtesy, even more than I would him?
Who was it again?
Noticing the creed leader’s daze, Lu Yang asked curiously, “Is something wrong?”
Snapping back to his senses, the creed leader realized his lapse. “Oh, it’s nothing. Please sit.”
Lu Yang glanced around, feeling like someone was missing. “Where’s the Everlasting Immortal? At the breeding farm?”
“Who?”
