Chunibyo in Cultivation World

Thus, under Lin Xiaoyu’s manipulation, countless ordinary families in the surrounding regions of West-Ling City were destroyed, their people ruined. For just a mouthful of grain, they were willing to do anything.

In this way, it merely became a matter of self-trade within the mortal world.

Even if someone investigated deeply, they would only think it was due to the famine. When cultivators saw it, they might use spells to help, but they would not probe the true cause.

After all, mortals and cultivators were separated by an unbridgeable gulf—there was no obligation to help.

And so, under Lin Xiaoyu’s continuous expansion, his most “fruitful” day was when he sold tens of thousands of people to demonic cultivators; over time, the total number reached several millions.

As for why it had grown to such a scale, the main reason was Lin Xiaoyu constantly dragging more stationed members of the Sacred Land of Lingxu into his schemes.

It could be said that starting from West-Ling City, more than a dozen major cities in the surrounding regions became the claws and fangs that enabled all this.

Those stationed envoys, originally chosen by the Sacred Land of Lingxu for their steadfast Dao hearts, gradually became unscrupulous under Lin Xiaoyu’s influence, seeking greater power by any means.

Yet this was also quite normal—after all, disciples sent out on assignments were no longer bound by the order of the Sacred Land of Lingxu, nor guided by the examples of their peers. Naturally, they started with good intentions.

Their temperaments had once been excellent.

But the regions outside the Sacred Land lacked the restraints of elders and powerful figures. Naturally, many minds and wills changed.

The entire cultivation world undoubtedly revered the principle that the strong ruled and the weak were prey.

In these outer regions, there were no elders or Sacred Lords to restrain them. They were utterly freed—liberated.

In these outer domains, every sect and wandering cultivator sought to improve themselves by any means, striving only to be stronger than others.

In their minds, as long as they were stronger, they could prey upon the weak and extract whatever they could to enhance their own cultivation. Thus, a stable hierarchy naturally formed.

With the Sacred Land of Lingxu as their backing, these stationed envoys were regarded as supreme beings in the eyes of others. Various wandering cultivators and local sects naturally offered them all manner of tributes.

As such warped thinking spread, those envoys naturally forgot their true mission. After all, cultivation was like this—cats hunted mice, sheep ate grass, wolves devoured sheep.

When faced with such opportunities to grow stronger, none of them hesitated to slaughter the weakest—ordinary people—and trade their lives for power.

After all, once they became cultivators, they had long forgotten that they too were once among the ordinary.

Nor did they understand that if the cultivation world truly functioned as they imagined—a place where the weak were devoured and the strong reigned supreme—how would they ever have had a chance to cultivate?

Moreover, if that were truly the case, the first person who discovered the path of cultivation would have monopolized it, ruling the entire world and ravaging it as he pleased.

Such awareness was difficult to perceive. Few in the cultivation world ever contemplated this principle. Perhaps only those mighty enough to Ascend and Become Immortals could possess such consciousness—to bless the world, transcend delusion, and break free from the strange thoughts imposed by Heaven and others. Only such cultivators could truly transcend and achieve immortality.

But who could possibly know that?

Li Tianwei learned of all this from Lin Xiaoyu, and his face instantly darkened.

The most important thing was that Li Tianwei did not sense even the slightest influence of Evil Demons upon Lin Xiaoyu.

That meant everything had been Lin Xiaoyu’s own doing—of his own will. He had collaborated with demonic cultivators, corrupting the stationed members of the Sacred Land of Lingxu surrounding West-Ling City.

It was also because of Lin Xiaoyu that Liu Lingming’s elder brother had died here. The reason? He had simply discovered their filth while testing spiritual roots.

Later, the Golden Core cultivator sent by the Sacred Land of Lingxu to investigate after Liu Lingming’s report met the same fate. Because of the power of the Scripture of Supreme Virtue and Radiant Purity and the insights Li Tianwei had imparted, that cultivator had continued investigating, eliminating suspects and verifying evidence—finally discovering that Lin Xiaoyu was the source of everything.

Unfortunately, Lin Xiaoyu discovered him and erased him outright.

”You… you’ve done well.”

Li Tianwei had not expected the person before him to be this depraved—to use any means just to gain power.

Of course, Li Tianwei understood that the blame might not fall entirely upon him; the surrounding environment had played its part.

For example, when he was still within the Sacred Land of Lingxu, Lin Xiaoyu had been a righteous man with upright thoughts.

Lin Xiaoyu did not realize that, in that brief instant, Li Tianwei had already seen through all his sins completely.

Now, easily grasped in Li Tianwei’s hand, Lin Xiaoyu realized what kind of existence this Li Tianwei truly was.

Though he appeared to be at the Golden Core Realm, his strength was likely far more terrifying—even surpassing the Spirit Transformation Realm.

”No—don’t kill me! I’m guilty, I can change! We’re both disciples of the Sacred Land of Lingxu—we’re fellow brothers…”

Sensing the killing intent emanating from Li Tianwei, Lin Xiaoyu immediately began to plead for mercy, trembling visibly.

Yet to Li Tianwei’s senses, the emotions radiating from Lin Xiaoyu’s body were only fear, terror, panic, and a faint trace of despair—utterly devoid of remorse or repentance.

”You don’t know you’re wrong. You only know you’re going to die—and you’re afraid.”

Li Tianwei’s eyes were deathly cold as he stared fixedly at Lin Xiaoyu.

Once, Li Tianwei had never shown such an expression. In the Sacred Land of Lingxu, he had been a gentle and approachable senior disciple, like a spring breeze to all.

Now, however, Li Tianwei and the man he once was in the Sacred Land were two entirely different people.

And just as Li Tianwei was dealing with Lin Xiaoyu, deep within the Grand Hall, a black-robed man of the Blood Fiend Sect was holding a blood-colored orb, gazing outside at Li Tianwei, who was clutching Lin Xiaoyu.

”Demon Ancestor, Demon Ancestor, just as you said—the Li Tianwei of the Sacred Land of Lingxu has really arrived at West-Ling City!”

The black-robed man spoke excitedly, clutching the blood orb tightly in his hand.

As soon as his words fell, the blood orb in his hand suddenly broke free, floating into the air.

A crack appeared upon its surface—like an eye suddenly opening. A black pupil filled with ferocity and bloodlust stared intently at the distant figure.

”He truly came. I didn’t expect it!”

”The people of the Sacred Land of Lingxu grow duller with every passing age. To think they’d let such a gifted youth walk openly under Heaven’s gaze, letting me divine his fate so easily.”

The hoarse voice of the Ancestor of Heavenly Blood echoed from within the orb.

”Since he’s delivered himself to my door, he belongs to me now.”

”Once such a Heaven’s Chosen is refined, I shall return to the Tribulation Transcendence Realm!”

”Hahahahaha……”

Seeing this, the Ancestor of Heavenly Blood grew exhilarated, and around the blood orb surged an aura of extreme evil and putrid blood.

The entire world began to distort.