novelraw Chapter 35 : Why Does He Look Like a Devil Cultivator?
Chapter 35 : Why Does He Look Like a Devil Cultivator?
Chapter 35: Why Does He Look Like a Devil Cultivator?
“Please, Junior Brother Li.”
Watching Li Tianwei’s expression of indifference, as if he were enjoying ignoring him, Yuan Xixiao could not help but amplify his voice with spiritual power.
The two words “Junior Brother” revealed Yuan Xixiao’s little scheme — whoever called the other “Senior Brother” first would be conceding superiority.
“Junior Brother?”
Upon hearing that address, Li Tianwei’s gaze immediately turned sharp, his displeasure apparent.
After all, it was irritating to be taken advantage of for no reason.
Seeing how easily Li Tianwei’s emotions were provoked, Yuan Xixiao couldn’t help but feel a trace of disdain.
“Yes, Junior Brother Li, let’s begin!”
Yuan Xixiao pinched a hand seal to start his technique.
Since they were already standing on the dueling platform, the battle had officially begun.
Even though Yuan Xixiao knew that the Sacred Land of Baiyuan had used some underhanded means against Li Tianwei, it was still permissible to strike first on the stage.
As for martial ethics—such things hardly mattered. In the outside world, no one cared for them.
The moment he finished forming the seal, spiritual power surged.
“Myriad Arts Physique.”
“Xuan Gang Curse.”
Yuan Xixiao simulated the sequence in his mind, instantly channeling the spiritual power to draw upon the aura of heaven and earth.
Streams of gang qi materialized out of thin air.
The element of dry metal revealed a faint edge of sharpness; in an instant, the gang qi blotted out the sky, all directed toward Li Tianwei.
His speed was evident — though those in the Foundation Establishment Realm had yet to achieve the “words-follow-law” state, being faster at forming hand seals and circulating spiritual power was the key to victory.
“Go.”
With a single finger, Yuan Xixiao directed the countless bolts of gang qi, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter stones, straight toward Li Tianwei.
At the same time, his other hand was already weaving a second incantation, his spiritual power circulating once more in preparation for what came next.
Under his Myriad Arts Physique, the Xuan Gang Curse, being the most offensive of metal-element spells, became even sharper and more lethal.
Li Tianwei, seeing this, was not to be outdone.
After completing his Hundred-Day Foundation, he had cultivated quite a few techniques.
To harmonize with the Dao Intents of Death and Resentment, Li Tianwei had deliberately chosen sinister arts and yin-based methods.
“Heaven’s Descent Art.”
Li Tianwei brought his hands together lightly, channeling his spiritual power.
In an instant, black mist surged across the sky.
Not long after, deathly energy filled the air, and an eroding force spread outward toward the west.
The two powers clashed violently, the shock shaking even the dueling platform beneath their feet.
Dense spiritual energy filled the air, covering the entire arena.
The sight of the spell impact made the spectators on the sidelines nod repeatedly in awe.
“As expected of a genius who achieved Foundation Establishment in a hundred days—his spell power far surpasses those of the same realm.”
“Go, Senior Brother Li! Beat that brat from the Sacred Land of Baiyuan!”
Cheers and shouts echoed throughout the audience.
Though it was merely a battle between Foundation Establishment cultivators, in the eyes of Qi Refinement disciples it was already an extraordinary spectacle.
However, to the Nascent Soul and Spirit Transformation elders above, it was nothing more than a minor skirmish.
Soon, Li Tianwei and Yuan Xixiao exchanged blows repeatedly.
Various spells rained down upon each other, though most were low-level techniques.
However, while Li Tianwei was a cultivator with a Pure Yang Heavenly Root, the arts he displayed were all yin-based — devouring, corroding, and gloomy spells — making several elders glance repeatedly toward Bai Muxu.
Bai Muxu, feeling the weight of those gazes, looked rather awkward.
Before coming, he had specifically warned Li Tianwei not to use any Dao Intent unless absolutely necessary — and even then, to use only one.
The other elders were unaware that Li Tianwei had comprehended both the Dao Intents of Death and Resentment.
Naturally, the spells he cultivated were aligned with those very intents.
Thus, the techniques Li Tianwei now unleashed appeared indistinguishable from those of devil cultivators — the sky filled with baleful yin energy, eerie auras corroding everything around Yuan Xixiao.
“Why do I feel like Senior Brother Li looks just like a devil cultivator?”
Some disciples had already begun whispering among themselves.
But if anyone was truly suffering, it was Yuan Xixiao — the pressure upon him was immense.
Originally, with his Myriad Arts Physique, he believed his spells could easily suppress Li Tianwei’s within the same realm. Yet he hadn’t expected Li Tianwei to ignore proper techniques and instead specialize in all sorts of sinister, ghostly arts.
Every so often, a curse spell would erupt, followed by waves of yin energy and deathly aura enveloping him.
Because he had never cultivated these kinds of spells, even his Myriad Arts Physique found them hard to dismantle, forcing him into direct clashes.
Worse still, these sinister methods released hidden corrosive forces.
For instance, the Heaven’s Descent Art itself carried a corrosive power, forming a vortex within a certain range that devoured vitality and spiritual energy — even transforming the surrounding aura into poisonous yin miasma.
Under such conditions, the entire arena became shrouded in toxic, baleful power.
And from time to time, Li Tianwei would hurl in a few Soul-Devouring curses.
Had Xiao E not equipped Yuan Xixiao with a mid-grade spiritual treasure that protected his soul to ensure he completed this mission, Yuan Xixiao would likely have already been defeated.
“It seems I have no other choice. I was planning to cripple you openly and honorably…”
“But now, I’ll have to use that method.”
Sensing his impending defeat, Yuan Xixiao’s lips curled into a sinister smile — he had already decided to use this chance to stir up the Filthy Resentful Aura within Li Tianwei’s body.
Especially since Li Tianwei practiced breath-concealing arts, Yuan Xixiao was certain there was something wrong with him.
With that thought, he no longer hesitated.
He began using the Resentment Channeling Curse that Xiao E had taught him.
“Evil, be warded off… let the law connect…”
As the hand seals formed and the dark incantation was chanted, Yuan Xixiao took care to conceal the nature of the spell.
With the curse activated, faint power of resentment surged.
The surrounding spiritual energy howled toward Li Tianwei, carrying with it strange, twisted thoughts.
This spell drew upon the Soul-Corrupting Banner’s Filthy Resentful Aura. Because Yuan Xixiao had added a “special touch,” even if a powerful expert had previously suppressed it, this spell could still ignite it again.
After all, once one absorbed that Filthy Resentful Aura, a mark was left upon their body — and that mark was like a fuse waiting to be lit.
Thinking of this, Yuan Xixiao could already imagine Li Tianwei’s miserable end.
Soon, the curse silently infiltrated Li Tianwei’s body.
As it did, Li Tianwei’s movements visibly paused — as if he had sensed something.
Yuan Xixiao noticed this hesitation and smirked, secretly continuing his technique.
At that moment, Li Tianwei also realized the anomaly within him.
Indeed, the Sacred Land of Baiyuan’s methods were formidable — this Resentment Channeling Curse truly provoked the Filthy Resentful Aura he had absorbed before.
However, since Li Tianwei had already comprehended the Dao Intents of Death and Resentment, those two intents immediately suppressed the aura.
Yet now, with the curse’s stimulation, that Filthy Resentful Aura began to boil violently.
Li Tianwei naturally sensed this strange upheaval — but contrary to Yuan Xixiao’s expectations, he did not lose control or fall into madness.
Instead, what he felt was a sudden surge of power.
After all, under the Dao Intents of Death and Resentment, ordinary Filthy Resentful Aura had little effect on him.
However, what he had absorbed back then was no ordinary Filthy Resentful Aura — it had been expanded and strengthened through Fission Qi-Guiding Method, combining the violent spiritual energy of nuclear fission with that aura’s corruption.
What transformations had that aura undergone under such fission?
Only Li Tianwei knew the answer.