Chunibyo in Cultivation World

In the land of the Demonic Sects—within the Blood Fiend Sect.

As a demonic sect that had stood for nearly ten thousand years, its territory stretched across tens of millions of kilometers, with more than a dozen nations under its rule.

However, the ordinary people under their dominion all served as the Blood Fiend Sect’s blood slaves.

They were required to offer blood regularly, and whenever more “materials” were needed, they had to sacrifice their sons, daughters, wives, and mothers.

The only thing ordinary people could gain was the reassurance that—unlike before—they no longer had to fear a demonic cultivator suddenly appearing to refine their entire family into blood essence.

With the Blood Fiend Sect’s presence, if ten people used to die to demonic cultivators, now perhaps only nine did.

At least the burden had lightened somewhat—though it came with the cost of offering their blood.

All of this, Li Tianwei had learned from the group he was traveling with.

They were currently heading toward the Blood Fiend Sect’s stationed territory to deliver the refined blood their village had collected as tribute.

As Li Tianwei listened to their conversations, through the emotions they unconsciously revealed, he could tell that this journey was not merely for delivering refined blood.

His gaze involuntarily fell upon three people among them—two women and one young boy.

From the despair on their faces, Li Tianwei could almost confirm that they, too, were part of the “offerings” to be delivered.

Seeing this scene, Li Tianwei clenched his fists tightly.

——

At the Blood Fiend Sect’s Panshan Station.

As the largest base of the Blood Fiend Sect within a thousand miles, it had already developed into a city.

Countless demonic cultivators, and even some other cultivators, came here to purchase various goods.

Compared to the territories protected by righteous sects such as the Western Sacred Lands, the lands of the demonic sects were far more open—here, as long as one had enough spirit stones, anything could be bought.

For example, something like the Foundation Establishment Pill—which was difficult to obtain in righteous sects—had its demonic counterpart available here, such as the Nine-Child Foundation Transformation Pill.

Without doubt, this Panshan City had become a fat piece of meat for the Blood Fiend Sect.

Anyone who could be stationed here would surely profit greatly.

After all, within a thousand miles, the number of blood slaves, refined blood, and other materials delivered was immense.

With just a little reach, vast resources could be pocketed.

Selling them to rogue cultivators or less-than-righteous sect disciples could easily earn a fortune.

However, none of the Nascent Soul Realm peak demonic cultivators stationed in Panshan could have imagined that the place had already been taken over by an intruder.

When Li Tianwei had killed Cang Xiuyuan, the message had long since spread through the demonic network that shared common origins.

Furthermore, Li Tianwei’s feat of suppressing two Nascent Soul Devils during his Foundation Establishment Realm stage at the Sacred Land of Lingxu had already made him a thorn in the eyes of many.

Soon, Qin Yueying of Panshan City emerged from her seclusion.

“I’ll handle it myself. According to the information from the Sacred Land of Lingxu, his combat strength is roughly equivalent to a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. It’s understandable that he could handle two first-grade Nascent Soul Devils.”

“My current body, however, is that of the Blood Fiend Sect Master’s personal disciple—an eighth-grade Nascent Soul. Our power levels are not even on the same scale.”

“If that old fool of the Blood Fiend Sect weren’t so cautious, I might’ve even lured Li Tianwei out already. That would’ve added some useful chaos to our plans.”

A wicked smile curled on Qin Yueying’s beautiful face as she conversed with someone unseen, her words vanishing into the air.

Outside Panshan City, under Li Tianwei’s assistance, what should have taken several days was reduced to half a day’s travel.

The people he accompanied cast him grateful looks.

After all, saving time spared them from much of the hardship along the way.

Only the two women and the young boy still looked pale and uneasy.

“Let’s wait here for now. We’ll enter the city later.”

Li Tianwei gazed toward the distant Panshan City and said to those beside him.

They nodded and rested by the roadside.

As for Li Tianwei, he immediately sat cross-legged.

The moment he arrived near Panshan City, he could sense that the Resentment Force and Spiritual Energy in the air had grown incomparably dense.

Moreover, because his body contained the Heaven-Ending Yin Fiend, which absorbed resentment, and since his Three Thousand Converging-Heaven Intentions and Fission Qi-Guiding Method continuously circulated, he could feel an overwhelming pull from the city ahead.

It was as if something was trying to drag him into it.

At this moment, Li Tianwei was continuously absorbing both the spiritual energy and resentment of the demonic lands.

And due to the special nature of those forces here—saturated with death and madness—things were far more chaotic.

Within this Panshan base, countless beings had perished.

The spiritual energy and resentment here had long been tainted with endless delusions and corrupted wills.

Thus, before Li Tianwei even set foot inside, he already felt this intense attraction.

“What’s going on? It feels like… they’re calling to me.”

Li Tianwei carefully sensed the flow of energy and aura around him, his eyes showing a trace of doubt.

“Is this… the call of Heaven and Earth?”

That was the first thought flashing through his mind.

After all, though the Demonic Lands held great geographical advantage, they had been desecrated by demonic cultivators.

Now, this faint yet unmistakable call seemed to him to be the voice of Heaven and Earth—urging him to right the imbalance and cleanse the corruption.

The mutation before him was the spiritual energy of the Demonic Lands turning demonic.

The energy surrounding Li Tianwei was trying to tempt him into corruption.

Because in its perception, throughout Panshan City and even most of the Demonic Lands, Li Tianwei’s presence shone the clearest.

Since he made no attempt to isolate himself and continued to openly absorb spiritual energy, his aura—saturated with resentment, death, killing intent, and demonic essence—became the most prominent target for the tainted Heaven and Earth.

The corrupted spiritual energy sought to devour him.

But as it continuously lured him in, flooding vast amounts of energy into his body—especially from the city teeming with evil thoughts—it all surged into him like a tidal wave.

The thick miasma of malicious intent, mixed with spiritual energy, poured in.

At that moment, even without activating any cultivation method, Li Tianwei could absorb it naturally.

He showed a flash of enlightenment.

Feeling the torrents of energy and resentment flow into him, he sensed his body undergoing constant transformation.

“Could this be… Heavenly Merit descending?”

This invisible calling and strange transformation were unlike enlightenment, yet still enhanced his power.

The only explanation Li Tianwei could think of was this possibility.

The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became.

After all, since leaving the Sacred Land of Lingxu, he had slain devils and exterminated demonic cultivators.

Now, he sought to purge the cancer that was Panshan City—was it not reasonable for Heaven and Earth to bestow merit upon him?

Meanwhile, within his consciousness, the System felt Li Tianwei’s thoughts and scanned the surroundings.

Outside, the unseen sky of the Western Surroundings was filled with surging demonic will—countless faces twisted from resentment and evil fought to rush into Li Tianwei’s body.

Malicious thoughts, fragmented souls, and shattered spirits tangled around him, competing for entry.

【You’re telling me this is Heavenly Merit? How does this look like merit to you?!】

The System could barely restrain itself from shouting straight into Li Tianwei’s face.

【There’s no merit here. Still, I have a bit of grace left from other worlds. I was planning to use it to create a Spiritual Root for you—but it seems you won’t be needing it.】

After thinking this, the System threw the remaining grace it had straight into the storm of demonic malice surrounding them.