Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

178: Chapter 178 Lu Yunzhou, a rogue cultivator from the Eastern Continent!Demon Venerable Fentian collapsed to the ground, gasping heavily for air.

That deadly power of the curse had finally been suppressed by his master’s streak of black light.

However, before he could catch his breath, he felt countless gazes falling upon him from all around.

The Righteous Path Cultivators he had imprisoned for over a year were now all staring at him in unison.

Their expressions varied, but without exception, they all bore the look of someone watching a comedy show.

Those eyes looked as if they were watching a dead dog that had fallen from the clouds.

When had Demon Venerable Fentian ever suffered such humiliation?

He, the dignified Lord of the Northern Plains and a Great Demon Venerable at the Tribulation Crossing Peak, was actually being sized up by a group of ants with such looks.

Enraged, he slammed his way to his feet, devilish flames surging around his body as he prepared to pick out a few of the most eyesore-inducing ones to kill and vent his anger.

However, just as he activated his spiritual power, the barrier of black light deep within his Divine Soul suddenly let out a crisp sound.

Crack.

It shattered.

The black light struck by the Grand Demon Venerable of Primordial Beginning, Limitless, World-Ending, Heavenly Punishment was actually forcibly shattered by that curse power.

And this time, the power of the curse far exceeded any previous instance, coming with a ferocious momentum like a flood breaking through a dam, unstoppable.

Demon Venerable Fentian’s expression changed abruptly; before he could react, the curse power had already poured into the depths of his Divine Soul.

”Ah!”

He let out a miserable scream, clutching his head as he collapsed, his body rolling frantically on the ground.

His face was distorted beyond recognition, veins bulging, and black Qi seeped from his seven orifices.

The dignified Great Demon Venerable at the Tribulation Crossing Peak was now like a stray dog whose tail had been stepped on, wailing and rolling on the ground.

Upon the formation platform, the demonic Cultivators looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.

In the past, the Demon Venerable’s episodes would subside in a moment, but today’s spectacle... seemed a bit different.

The Righteous Path Cultivators were also stunned.

Then, someone, though it was unclear who, was the first to laugh out loud.

The laughter was soft, but it was exceptionally clear amidst the silence.

Following that, the laughter grew more frequent and louder.

”Hahahahahaha!”

”Serves you right! You deserve this!”

The Devil Head has finally seen this day!”

In the crowd, a middle-aged Cultivator laughed the loudest and most recklessly.

He laughed until he was doubled over, until tears came out of his eyes.

This person’s surname was Lu and his given name was Yunzhou; he was a well-known Loose Cultivator in the Eastern Continent area, with a cultivation at the Early Stage of the Mahayana Realm.

However, his reputation in the Eastern Continent was even filthier than a stone in a latrine.

It wasn’t because he had done anything heinous, but because of that mouth of his.

Watching Demon Venerable Fentian rolling on the ground right now, Lu Yunzhou felt an immense sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Since there was a high probability he wouldn’t survive today anyway, if he didn’t give the person he most wanted to curse in his life a piece of his mind before dying, he wouldn’t be able to rest in peace.

He took a deep breath, opened his throat, and cursed while laughing:

”Fentian, you dog! The dignified Lord of the Northern Plains, a great power at the Tribulation Crossing Peak, is now rolling on the ground like a maggot. Do you still have the face to call yourself a Demon Venerable?”

”I think you might as well change your name to Maggot Venerable!”

”This Devilish Qi of yours, wasn’t it cultivated in a cesspool? No wonder it stinks so much!”

Demon Venerable Fentian rolled on the ground, his face livid, yet he was unable to speak.

Seeing that he didn’t answer, Lu Yunzhou cursed even more joyfully.

”Look at your wretched state! Your hair is as messy as a chicken’s nest, and your face is streaked with black and white. Anyone who didn’t know better would think you were a clown escaped from some opera troupe!”

”With that face of yours, you still dare to call yourself a Demon Venerable? Bah! Are you even worthy?”

”And that Fentian Imperial Dynasty of yours, sounds quite impressive, but in the end, isn’t it just a scrap metal collection?”

”Look at the demonic Cultivators under you—crooked melons and split dates, a motley crew of all sorts.”

”If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be slanted. With a useless master like you, what good can come from those beneath you?”

”Oh right, where’s that master of yours? You’ve been rolling on the ground for so long, why hasn’t your master come to save you? Could it be that you, this dog, were disobedient and got kicked out by your master?”

”Tsk tsk tsk, how pathetic, how pathetic. A dignified Demon Venerable is nothing more than a dog raised by someone else—worse than a dog!”

”A dog can still bark a few times when kicked, but you don’t even dare to let out a fart when you’re kicked!”

”You’re only fit to bully those of us whose Realms and cultivation are inferior to yours.”

”If you have the guts, go show off your might in the Immortal Realm! Go on! Why don’t you go? You don’t dare, do you? You bully the weak and fear the strong!”

”Bullying Loose Cultivators in the Northern Plains and capturing a few Sect Disciples makes you think you’re something great?”

”To tell you the truth, with this little bit of skill, you wouldn’t even be fit to carry someone’s shoes in the Immortal Realm!”

”And that face of yours looks like a shoehorn. If I looked like you, I would have found a piece of tofu to bash my head against long ago! Why still come out to make a fool of yourself?”

”And that ’Rabbit Boy’ you were holding in your arms last year, you actually had the nerve to let him serve you?”

”Don’t you look in the mirror and see your own wretched state! If he weren’t imprisoned by you, would he ever look at you?”

”Bah! A toad wanting to eat a Rabbit Boy’s meat—why don’t you take a piss and look at your own reflection!”

Lu Yunzhou cursed with increasing vigor and vulgarity, spittle flying everywhere, his entire face flushed red.

The surrounding Righteous Path Cultivators listened in stunned silence; a few even subconsciously moved aside, fearing they would be splashed by his spittle.

But hearing these curses was truly satisfying.

Extremely satisfying.

They had been imprisoned for over a year and suffered all kinds of torture. Hearing someone curse Demon Venerable Fentian so thoroughly now made the pent-up frustration in their hearts dissipate quite a bit.

Demon Venerable Fentian rolled on the ground, his whole body trembling, his face already as black as could be.

He heard it clearly; he heard every single word.

He wanted to strike.

He wanted to tear that foul-mouthed thing into ten thousand pieces.

He wanted to pull out his Divine Soul and refine it into lamp oil, so he could never be reincarnated.

But he couldn’t move.

That curse power was wreaking havoc within Demon Venerable Fentian’s Divine Soul; he couldn’t even lift a single finger.

But the demonic Cultivators under his command would not allow their master to be insulted in such a way by a prisoner.

”You’re looking for death.”

One of the Mahayana Realm demonic Cultivators gave a cold shout, raising his hand to send a black blade-light slashing directly toward Lu Yunzhou.