Cultivation: From Poor Peasant to Celestial Lord

Chapter 184: Chapter 116: Luring a Demon to Disaster

The other thin man was scared witless. He turned to run, but the black wolf clamped its jaws around his thigh and violently flung him.

”AH—!!”

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the night sky. The man was sent flying, smashing hard against a wall. By the time he slid to the ground, he was breathing his last.

It was over in a single clash.

And just like that, two burly men at the first and second layers of Qi Cultivation were left either dead or maimed!

This was the true might of a Demon Beast!

The gap in their cultivation Realms only made it more terrifying.

In an instant, the temple erupted into chaos.

The team members, who just moments ago had been laughing and joking about cutting up their Inner Armor to embezzle funds, were now ashen-faced with terror. Torches fell to the floor. Some cried for their mothers and fathers, while others tried to crawl under tables. Not a single one dared to draw their sword and advance.

”Run! We have to run!”

Wang Sanshui scrambled to hide behind the deity’s statue, shoving a nearby team member forward as he went. ”Block it! You fucking block it for me!”

Caught completely off guard, the man stumbled and found himself directly in the black wolf’s path.

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in the black wolf’s crimson eyes. It opened its massive jaws and lunged for the man’s head.

’I’m done for...’

The man closed his eyes in despair.

Just in the nick of time, a sharp sound tore through the air.

A fist-shaped blur, appearing out of nowhere, precisely struck the black wolf on the tip of its nose—one of the most vulnerable spots for a wolf-type Demon Beast.

The black wolf cried out in pain, its attack faltering for a split second. The would-be fatal bite missed by inches, grazing the man’s shoulder and clamping down on empty air.

Then, a figure in azure robes, like an Exiled Immortal descending from the heavens, landed gracefully in the center of the temple. He stood between the guards, who had already lost their nerve, and the ferocious Demon Wolf.

The young man stood tall and straight, his hands clasped behind his back. Amidst the bloody and Chaotic Scene, he seemed utterly out of place.

He hadn’t drawn his sword. He didn’t even spare a glance for his pathetic, fleeing colleagues. Instead, his gaze—so calm it bordered on cold—was fixed on the black wolf growling defensively before him.

”Deputy Captain Wang.”

Chu Bai’s voice wasn’t loud, yet it cut through the howling and screams, reaching the ears of every person present.

”As a member of the Evil Suppression Guard, you receive the sovereign’s stipend and wield a sharp blade.”

”You flee at the sight of a Demon without even fighting, and you even push a comrade forward to shield you from disaster.”

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze as sharp as a knife, as he looked toward Wang Sanshui, who was cowering and trembling at the foot of the deity’s statue.

”And you... what crime have you committed?”

The air in the temple seemed to freeze.

Torches crackled on the ground, their flickering light illuminating a floor spattered with blood and in complete disarray.

Wang Sanshui cowered behind the deity’s statue, his face half-covered in dust, tightly clutching a Low-tier Earth Shield Talisman he hadn’t had time to activate.

He stared blankly at the back of the figure standing before everyone, a gurgling sound escaping his throat.

He recognized the uniform: black official robes with a xiezhi embroidered on the chest. It was the uniform of a Patrol Banner Inspector.

He recognized the face, too: Chu Bai.

”Banner... Banner Inspector Chu?”

Wang Sanshui sounded like he was grasping at his last straw, his voice trembling so much it was unrecognizable. Though he too was at the Qi Cultivation Third Layer and was used to lording his cultivation over Team Three, faced with a genuine Demon Beast at the Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation, what little courage he had was long gone—pissed away in terror.

”Quick! Hold it off! Banner Inspector Chu, you’re at the Qi Cultivation Third Layer too! You hold it off for a while! I’ll go get reinforcements! I’ll go get the Lord County Magistrate!”

As he spoke, he actually tried to use the opening Chu Bai created with the black wolf to activate his shoddy Wind Manipulation Technique and leap out the back window to save his own skin.

”You call yourself a Cultivator, yet all you know is to flee from a Demon?”

Chu Bai snorted. Without even turning his head, he flicked a finger behind him.

”Go!”

A stream of pale blue light shot from his fingertip.

It was the Spirit Water Needle, executed at the Perfection Realm. But this time, it didn’t form a killing blow. Instead, it moved like a nimble Water Serpent, instantly wrapping around Wang Sanshui’s ankle before piercing through it!

”Aargh!”

Wang Sanshui felt his ankle go heavy. The piercing force was far too strong for him to resist. His body, still in the process of casting the Wind Manipulation Technique, lost all balance, and he fell flat on his face, eating dirt.

”Deputy Captain Wang.”

Without turning his head, Chu Bai remarked coolly, ”It’s been some time since you’ve had to use your skills, hasn’t it?”

”To have grown so weak!”