Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era

Chapter 94: Enjoy your victory, Sun Wukong... because BaiShe won’t let this go.

Xuan Ling, whose golden robe still bore traces of dust from her previous duel, tightened her grip on the shaft of her ebony spear. Her breathing was ragged, not because of fatigue, but because of a cold fury that boiled in her veins.

Sun Wukong spun his staff between his fingers with casualness, before planting it again into the cracked ground. He observed the young woman with a smile that hid nothing of his contempt.

" So little one... it seems you are the best thing this generation of wimps has to offer ? " launched Wukong, his voice resounding with an arrogance that made the Elders seated on the platforms grind their teeth.

Ling’er narrowed her golden eyes, her Qi beginning to swirl around her silhouette with increasing intensity. " You should watch your words. Just because you are an Overlord doesn’t mean I will let you insult my family and the sect without reacting. "

Wukong burst into a thunderous laugh, scratching his cheek with a sharp nail.

" Your family ? Ah, you are talking about those Xuan who spend their time reading books and talking about wisdom while the world burns ? Fascinating... " He stopped for a moment, observing the tension in Ling’er’s shoulders.

" Very well. Since you seem to have guts, I will do you a favor. I will restrict my cultivation. I will put myself at your level, at the Nascent Soul stage. Let’s see if your technique is up to your audacity. "

Pangu, from the height of his seat, intervened with a calm voice but whose power made the air vibrate. " Wukong, this ceremony is not a playground. Your antics have lasted long enough. "

Wukong turned his head toward his former master, his amber eyes sparkling with malice. " Oh, Master, don’t be such a killjoy. It’s the best way to test if your heiress is capable of handling the unexpected. If she can’t stand up to an equal, how will she be able to lead the Upper Realms ? "

Without waiting for a reply, he closed his eyes for a brief moment. An invisible shock wave spread from his body as his 9th stage Overlord aura contracted brutally, collapsing in on itself to stabilize at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. The ground stopped trembling, but the atmospheric pressure remained stifling.

" It’s good, " declared Wukong as he took his stance, his staff held in one hand behind his back. " Your turn, naive little immortal family girl... Don’t disappoint me. "

Ling’er did not need to be asked twice. She knew that even restricted, a being like Sun Wukong remained a freak of nature.

< Way of the Spear : Golden Lightning >. Arcs of golden electricity burst from the tip of her spear, illuminating the arena with a divine glow. She propelled herself forward, her silhouette becoming nothing but a streak of golden light.

The impact was deafening. Ling’er delivered a series of strikes with prodigious speed, targeting vital points with murderous intent. Wukong, however, moved with an economy of motion. He deflected each spear thrust with small taps of his staff, his feet barely leaving the ground.

" Too slow, little one. I’m getting bored, " commented Wukong between two parries. " You rely too much on the lethality of your strikes, you forget that brute force is nothing without freedom of movement. "

Ling’er growled in frustration. She accelerated even more, her spear becoming a blur of lightning.

But Wukong began his work of humiliation. Instead of counterattacking seriously, he used his staff to trip her, forcing her to perform desperate acrobatics to avoid falling. At one point, he even managed to give her a little tap on the top of the head with the end of his Celestial Pillar.

" Careful little one, you leave your left flank open every time you try to be elegant, " he mocked.

The public watched the scene with a mixture of fascination and horror. The princess of the Xuan family, the genius of this generation, was being treated like a beginner disciple by the rebel of the Sun family.

Ling’er felt her cheeks burn with shame. In her previous life, she had been used, but never humiliated like this in public. She had also never known Sun Wukong, he was only a legend who had disappeared after killing Buddha, and so she knew nothing about him.

Her Qilin blood then began to boil, her skin starting to emit an incandescent heat.

’ I will never again be anyone’s prey... especially not an arrogant monkey ! ’ she thought with determination.

She abruptly changed rhythm.

< Arts : Embrace of the Nine Heavenly>...

Her spear seemed to multiply, attacking from all directions simultaneously. Wukong frowned, surprised by this change of style. He tried to use his law to disrupt Ling’er’s Qi.

< Law : Strike of Celestial Anarchy >.

But Ling’er, carried by her rage, managed to pierce the anarchy barrier. She used a feint, diving to the ground to avoid a circular staff strike, before rising with a devastating thrust. The tip of her spear, saturated with golden lightning Qi, struck Wukong’s shoulder.

Wukong’s "Origin Rock Physique" was normally indestructible, but at this restricted cultivation level, Ling’er’s concentrated power did damage.

A clean cut appeared on the young master’s shoulder, and for the first time, a trickle of bright red blood flowed down his arm. The impact was such that Wukong was thrown backward, his heels plowing the marble for several meters.

A murmur of disbelief ran through the ranks of the spectators. She had touched him. She had wounded the Saint Equal to Heaven.

Wukong stopped, looking at his shoulder with an expression of pure stupefaction. He ran his fingers over the wound, observing the blood before bringing them to his lips. His smile returned, but this time it was different.

" So the little one has tricks up her sleeve too... I would like even more to see the big brother ~" he murmured, a gleam of sadistic pleasure in his eyes.

Ling’er was panting, her spear trembling slightly in her hands. She felt that the atmosphere had just shifted. Wukong was no longer playing. He straightened up, cracking his neck.

" That was a nice hit, little Xuan. Really, " he said while taking back his staff. " But now, I will show you why no one gives me orders under this sky. "

He disappeared. Ling’er did not even have time to react. She felt a searing pain in her ribs as Wukong’s staff struck her full force, sending her flying to the other end of the arena. She crashed against a pillar that cracked under the impact. Before she could get up, Wukong was already on her. He did not strike her with his weapon, but with the palm of his hand, pinning her against the broken pillar.

The spiritual pressure he emitted, even at the Nascent Soul stage, was of a stifling density. Ling’er spat a mouthful of blood, her golden eyes fixed on her attacker’s amber ones.

" You are talented, that’s true, " murmured Wukong, his face a few centimeters from hers. " But you are still far too fragile. Your princess education prevents you from reaching the true savagery necessary to dominate... A lucky girl who thinks she is special..."

Ling’er tried to raise her spear, but Wukong crushed her wrist against the stone with his other hand. She groaned in pain, but she did not lower her eyes.

She then remembered BaiShe. She thought back to that monster she once called her brother, to that unfathomable darkness that inhabited the Xuan heir. A bitter smile appeared on her bloodied lips.

" You are proud of yourself, aren’t you ? " she articulated with difficulty, defying Wukong with her gaze. " You think you have humiliated me ? "

Wukong raised an eyebrow, amused. " I beat you with your own level of strength. That’s a pretty clear humiliation, isn’t it ? "

Ling’er closed her eyes for a moment before reopening them, a gleam of icy certainty shining in her golden pupils. She furrowed her brows, her voice suddenly becoming threatening.

" Enjoy your victory well, Sun Wukong... because BaiShe will not let this go, " she declared with a conviction that made the young master stop. " You dared to touch me. He will do everything to kill you. And believe me... unlike you, he never plays. "

Sun Wukong was quite surprised, wondering who this "BaiShe" was capable of inspiring such terror and such confidence simultaneously in this woman who was nevertheless so proud.

Ling’er, exhausted, did not even notice the irony of her own words.

She who should hate BaiShe had just invoked his name as the ultimate rampart against her opponent. Without realizing it, she placed in him an absolute trust, a dependence that proved that the bonds woven by destiny and BaiShe’s manipulation were far deeper than she wanted to admit.

Wukong released his grip and stepped back a few paces, observing the young woman who was slowly collapsing at the foot of the pillar. He turned his gaze toward the stands, searching among the spectators for this famous Xuan heir.

" BaiShe, huh... " murmured Wukong while wiping the blood from his shoulder. " I can’t wait to see if this snake is as venomous as his little sister claims. "