Chunibyo in Cultivation World

Zhoushan City.

A large city near West-Ling City. When the blinding radiance erupted without warning from West-Ling City, along with that terrifying power, even this Zhoushan City descended into chaos for a while.

In the midst of the city, the one in command of everything was Zhang Baiwang from the Sacred Land of Lingxu, who was at that moment gazing at the fading brilliance in the sky.

”This kind of power is completely beyond anything I can resist. Even if some supreme treasure were to appear, it’s not something I could meddle in.”

Zhang Baiwang was quite self-aware.

Although the phenomenon had affected his region, in Zhang Baiwang’s view, even if the sky were to collapse, there would be someone taller to hold it up—there was no way it would ever be his turn, a mere Golden Core Realm cultivator, to resist it.

Compared to those powerful experts who shut themselves away in seclusion to fight against demonic cultivators, the stationed guardians like him had far more pragmatic considerations.

Thinking of that, Zhang Baiwang almost couldn’t help but laugh.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, a figure hurriedly rushed in from outside.

”My lord, the batch of goods you requested has been prepared. We can deliver them to those people at any time.”

Upon seeing Zhang Baiwang, the man immediately knelt down, his face filled with flattery.

”Rise. You’ve done well. You’ll be rewarded handsomely when the time comes.”

Zhang Baiwang smiled faintly.

The man on the ground stood up slowly, appearing overwhelmed with gratitude.

”I merely followed your orders, my lord.”

As the man spoke, if Li Tianwei had been present, he would have instantly discerned through his terrifying Dao Intent that this man was, in fact, a Demon.

Though he praised Zhang Baiwang with his mouth, deep inside, the demon was filled with contempt toward him—

Even disgust.

”These humans are truly trash. They even strike at their own kind—capturing and selling them, turning them into various resources. Even we demons wouldn’t go that far.”

”And even if such things happened, at least it would be voluntary among our kind. A race like this deserves extinction—utterly disgusting!”

While the demon’s heart brimmed with disdain, his face still wore that sycophantic smile as he continued to flatter Zhang Baiwang.

Because the Same-Origin Connection among the demons had recently suffered disruptions, this demon had not received any new orders and had chosen to remain in hiding.

Yet in truth, he could barely stand being here another minute. All he wished for was to turn every human in this world into demons as soon as possible.

”To even harm their own kind...”

Zhang Baiwang basked in the flattery, his face revealing faint traces of indulgence.

”If I’d known being a stationed guardian was this good, I should’ve done it earlier—everything I want is within reach. Unlike in the Sacred Land of Lingxu, where there are too many rules, and I must constantly be wary of offending those stronger than myself.”

Thinking back to his days in the Sacred Land of Lingxu and comparing them to his current days in Zhoushan City, Zhang Baiwang could not help but feel content.

With the backing of the Sacred Land of Lingxu, every surrounding sect and clan treated him with the utmost respect, occasionally offering him gifts.

”Indeed, cultivating immortality means stepping on others. Isn’t the Sacred Land of Lingxu itself standing tall through such methods? ‘Protecting mortals’? What a joke!”

”Trading a few of them for some pills, refining them into Blood Pills—isn’t that better? When I advance to the Nascent Soul Realm, I’ll return to the Sacred Land of Lingxu and become the stationed guardian of an even larger city. Then, I’ll have ten thousand dao companions! And also…”

Zhang Baiwang indulged in his fantasy.

As for whether such behavior might earn him punishment from the Sacred Land of Lingxu, Zhang Baiwang scoffed at the thought.

Punishment? For what?

He was a cultivator—just like everyone else. So what if tens of thousands of mortals had died? At worst, he’d spend a few years in confinement and then walk free again.

In Zhang Baiwang’s mind, the cultivation world functioned precisely like this.

Would they really kill him? That would only create future troubles for themselves.

Which cultivator could guarantee never encountering bottlenecks on their Dao path? If, in the future, they strayed onto a demonic path like him and were discovered, they too would be slain. For the sake of self-preservation, any rational cultivator understood: a mere confinement as punishment sufficed—a pragmatic courtesy for their own future.

”Human relationships and worldly wisdom…”

Zhang Baiwang murmured softly.

Meanwhile, outside Zhoushan City, a figure carrying a banner was racing swiftly toward it.

The person was none other than Li Tianwei, who had stirred up that storm in West-Ling City. If word of his recent feat were to spread, it would surely shake the entire cultivation world—

A Golden Core Realm cultivator had slain two Union Realm experts!

Such a disparity in realm would make anyone doubt reality itself.

But to Li Tianwei, that incident was of no importance.

At that moment, what burned within him was rage—a fury that completely consumed his mind.

Through Lin Xiaoyu’s soul, Li Tianwei had learned of their vile deeds. In order to secure a steady influx of people, they had manipulated the weather, causing severe droughts and famines from West-Ling City outward, forcing countless mortals to sell themselves.

Yet within Lin Xiaoyu’s memories, all he could see were the countless scenes of him casting spells to alter heaven and earth.

After leaving West-Ling City, the land he passed was covered in yellow dust; bleached bones lay exposed, and deathly silence reigned. Those few still alive were all skin and bones.

Confronted with such a sight, Li Tianwei’s expression darkened completely. Along the way, he collected numerous souls into his banner, before turning his gaze toward the cloudless sky.

”Rain of Spirits Technique.”

Without hesitation, Li Tianwei waved his sleeve and chanted an incantation.

Boundless spiritual power surged skyward. The previously clear sky grew thick with dark clouds; beginning from where Li Tianwei stood, a vast vortex of black clouds rapidly expanded, faint violet lightning slithering within. Even the once-dry air now carried traces of moisture.

A spell originally meant to water a small field of spirit grain had, in Li Tianwei’s hands, transformed into a grand technique that blanketed ten thousand li.

Though simple in principle, the Rain of Spirits was notoriously draining in terms of spiritual energy.

It summoned spiritual rain, not mere rainfall—a technique used to replenish the spirit essence of spiritual crops, costing vast reserves of energy to perform.

For Li Tianwei to expand such a technique to this magnitude spoke volumes of his immense power.

Dark clouds roiled and spiritual energy surged. Under Li Tianwei’s command, not only moisture but even the ambient concentration of spiritual energy multiplied several times over.

In the drought-stricken lands caused by Lin Xiaoyu’s deeds, countless suffering mortals lifted their heads toward the sky, hands outstretched.

Under the soft mist, many could not help but breathe deeply, tongues extended to taste the moisture of heaven and earth.

”Water… water…”

”It’s finally going to rain! We’re saved!”

”Hahaha…”

”Why did it come an hour late? Mother, do you see it? It’s raining…”

Rumble—!

Amidst flashes of lightning and thunder, the joyous cries of countless mortals echoed below.

To their eyes, the years of drought had been but a natural disaster. This rainfall marked its long-awaited end.

Yet in truth, they had no idea—

This was no blessing, but a calamity wrought by cultivators, who sought only to extract from them the things that benefited their cultivation.