novelraw Chapter 160 : The Weak Should Be Trampled, and They Should Enjoy It
Chapter 160 : The Weak Should Be Trampled, and They Should Enjoy It
Chapter 160: The Weak Should Be Trampled, and They Should Enjoy It
A rain of spiritual energy swept across the endless barren lands, descending in fine, continuous drizzle, each thread infused with Li Tianwei’s spiritual power.
Those who ran outside to bathe in the rain widened their eyes the moment they felt the moisture touch their skin.
"I feel so warm… my body is full of strength！"
"My wounds have healed！"
"My illness is gone—it’s this rain！"
"Divine rain! Divine rain! Everyone, come out quickly！"
At that moment, some had already fallen to their knees, shouting fervently.
More and more people went out to enjoy the baptism of this spiritual rain.
However, the sudden downpour caused those who were with Lin Xiaoyu to tense up subconsciously.
"This rain… it means a powerful cultivator has arrived."
Feeling the torrential rain and the surging spiritual energy within it, all the cultivators sensed that something extraordinary was happening.
Even so, they still held on to a sliver of hope. In their minds, everyone here was a cultivator—surely no one would make a fuss over a few mortals. Besides, they had the Sacred Land of Lingxu backing them!
With that thought, many began to relax, their hearts settling completely.
On the other side, Zhang Baiwang looked out at the rain, his fists clenching tightly.
"I wonder which bastard is making trouble again. Does he really think he’s some great immortal sent to save the suffering?"
He had encountered such situations several times before—passing cultivators unable to tolerate mortal suffering would occasionally perform a rain spell. Most would simply leave afterward.
Of course, there were always those who didn’t know their place. As for their fate… Zhang Baiwang preferred not to mention it.
Here, they were the heavens—the only heavens.
Watching the rain outside, Zhang Baiwang instinctively turned toward the distance. Within the endless drizzle, he spotted a black dot slowly growing larger and closer.
"Someone’s coming… who is it?"
Zhang Baiwang frowned, and soon saw a figure approaching—holding a soul banner, black mist rising from his body, blending with the falling rain like a curtain veiling the heavens.
Seeing this, Zhang Baiwang instinctively stepped back, a bad feeling welling up inside him.
"A demonic cultivator? Or perhaps the one who brought the rain?"
He had no time to ponder. At that very moment, Li Tianwei, filled with fury, had already arrived at Zhoushan City. The instant he set foot there, he released his aura without restraint.
——BOOM——
In an instant, the terrifying pressure of Li Tianwei’s Fusion Golden Core erupted outward.
Though it was merely the power of the Golden Core Realm, at that moment it poured down upon the cultivators of Zhoushan City with the might of a Nascent Soul—no, even greater, like that of a Spirit Transformation expert—or perhaps something stronger still.
Every cultivator within Zhoushan City was stunned in place, unable to move.
Zhang Baiwang had not expected this sudden visitor to act so decisively—without a word, he suppressed the entire city. Such conduct was completely against all conventions.
Normally, one would arrive at Zhoushan City, conduct an investigation, speak with local cultivators, witness firsthand the cruelty of the evil ones who tormented mortals, gather intelligence from nearby cities, and then, after collecting enough evidence, act methodically to eliminate them.
But Li Tianwei’s actions were pure, unrestrained intimidation—he clearly looked down upon the Sacred Land of Lingxu behind Zhang Baiwang.
If Li Tianwei had known Zhang Baiwang’s thoughts, he likely wouldn’t have bothered to reply. Reasoning with corrupted cultivators tainted by evil arts? Better to gather them all within the banner.
"Senior, Zhoushan City is under the jurisdiction of the Sacred Land of Lingxu. I am its stationed guardian. By releasing such oppressive force—are you declaring war against the Sacred Land?"
Zhang Baiwang’s spiritual power circulated as he spoke, his voice echoing above Zhoushan City.
"Hahaha! Waving your big flag now, are you?"
"Take a good look—see what this is."
In that instant, Li Tianwei followed the thread of his spiritual power, appearing above Zhang Baiwang, and produced the Sacred Lord’s Order of Lingxu.
"The Sacred Order…！"
Staring at the token in Li Tianwei’s hand, Zhang Baiwang trembled and swallowed hard. Though he had known this outcome would come sooner or later, when it truly arrived, fear still overtook him.
"Since the Sacred Land already knows, there’s nothing left for me to say. Take me back to face punishment."
He sighed, calm and expressionless, without a trace of remorse—only the composure of one resigned to his fate.
To Zhang Baiwang and countless other stationed guardians of the Sacred Land, striking mortals was merely a violation of rules. At worst, it meant imprisonment within the Sacred Land for some decades before release.
Unfortunately, what they didn’t know was that Li Tianwei was not like others—and would never handle it that way.
If it were another from the Sacred Land performing this task, they might have considered leniency—thinking, they only harmed mortals, not fellow cultivators. Fellow cultivators were still comrades-in-arms, so bringing them back would suffice.
After all, those they harmed were mere mortals—the sin not grave enough to matter.
After all, what cultivator with a spiritual root would betray their own class of cultivators?
But when Li Tianwei saw Zhang Baiwang’s expression, with those eyes that could see through the laws and cycles of the world, how could he not understand?
"Is that so? I came here to deal with you—but I’m also a strong one myself, am I not?"
"Tell me then—facing a strong one, what should a weakling like you do?"
Li Tianwei smiled faintly as he spoke to Zhang Baiwang.
"Submit, of course! Submission to power! Senior, your divine might is unmatched！"
Zhang Baiwang, thinking there was a turn of events, grinned obsequiously.
"Then that means… I can step on you, can’t I? Isn’t that right?"
Li Tianwei asked again.
"Yes! You can step on me—freely! It is the natural privilege of the strong！"
Zhang Baiwang became excited. He firmly believed in that creed—for he had long enjoyed such absolute authority within Zhoushan City.
He had trampled upon countless mortals, and upon the rights brought by countless sects.
"Since that’s the case…"
Li Tianwei’s gaze turned sharp.
Under that piercing stare, Zhang Baiwang gulped, and before he could react—
Li Tianwei seized him by the collar and lifted him into the air.
Then, he channeled his spiritual energy directly into Zhang Baiwang’s body.
"Ah! No—what are you doing！"
Zhang Baiwang screamed in agony, never expecting Li Tianwei to use such a method.
"Doing? Nothing much. The strong rule over the weak. Since I am the strong one, naturally I must treat you as you treated them."
Li Tianwei sneered, fulfilling Zhang Baiwang’s own creed.
The strong rule the weak, do they? Then Li Tianwei was the strong one, and Zhang Baiwang the weak.
To be trampled and slaughtered—wasn’t that only natural?
You accepted this principle yourself, didn’t you? Then, when you become the weak, don’t struggle, don’t scream, don’t call for help—
Just enjoy it.