The Natural Enemy of the Cultivation World's Blondie

Just as the school was in the midst of feverishly preparing for the dueling test.

High in the heavens, above the clouds, a figure in white sat poised, looking down. Purple light swirled within his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through the cloud cover.

True Monarch Purple Universe, a practitioner of the Dao Integration Realm from the Supreme Dao Sect.

True Person Xiaoning had already departed Mystic Sword City yesterday, but True Monarch Purple Universe had no intention of leaving.

A long time had passed, yet even now, he still remembered that earth-shattering sword strike. After the Dao Integration sword cultivator who had committed the murder finished his series of actions, he had not fled; instead, he had held Yu'er's severed head and questioned the several Dao Integration experts who had arrived, all under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

At that time, he had been merely in the Void Refinement Realm and could only watch helplessly as that sword cultivator departed.

Later, after finally ascending to the Dao Integration Realm, he had intended to challenge him, yet when he truly saw him, he felt such terror in his heart that he could not even utter the word "challenge."

A heart demon.

At that moment, he understood that he was trapped by a heart demon; if he did not break through it, he would likely remain stuck at the Dao Integration Realm for the rest of his life, with no possibility of further advancement.

Everyone in the sect believed he sought revenge, but only he knew that everything he did was merely to break his heart demon.

True Monarch Purple Universe's expression was indifferent, yet his thoughts were turbulent.

The Sword Sect was arrogant, showing no regard for the face of the Supreme Dao Sect. Their ancestor was clearly an existence at the pinnacle of the Great Profound Realm, just like the Sword Venerable, yet he retreated at every turn—it was truly too weak.

Even the disciples within the sect were engaging in some "steady-style cultivation"—it was simply incomprehensible!

However, that Dao Integration sword cultivator's swordsmanship was earth-shattering, and his combat power was so strong it was despair-inducing. He... was no match for him; he could only find a way to resolve this from elsewhere.

The Sword Sect cultivator who had emerged from seclusion was one such attempt. Although he had severed one of the Old Devil's arms, he had still let him escape. Judging by that alone, even if that person were in the Dao Integration Realm, he could not be all that formidable.

Therefore, he had arrived here early to observe.

The dueling test held today could be considered the largest event held in Mystic Sword City in recent times.

According to past patterns, ancient cultivators emerging from seclusion generally hid themselves to slowly understand this world, which had changed significantly. Because their own cultivation realms were profound, they also liked to congregate in crowded places.

Thus, it was highly likely that the emerged Sword Sect practitioner would appear here.

Meanwhile, not far outside the school, at a barbecue stall.

Because it was still early, there were not many people in the shop, and those who were there were ordering things like kidneys and oysters.

The owner was a middle-aged man at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm. With a body full of sinewy muscle, he looked extremely robust—clearly a most authentic body cultivator.

These youngsters, he sighed inwardly while skillfully sprinkling various spices, coming to eat these things first thing in the morning; they don't know how to cherish their bodies.

Boom! Boom!

A flying sword shimmering with various lights descended. The person piloting it was a thin, sallow-faced youth with deep-set eye sockets, looking rather listless.

Because the commotion was so great, many people looked over.

Among them was Xu Xing, who was buying steamed buns at the shop next door.

He had come outside the school early in the morning, his goal naturally being the Basic Refining Method created by Saint Emperor Abyss, with the added bonus of being able to watch Zhang Yunlu's performance.

"Boss, give me ten skewers of kidneys!" the sallow-faced youth said, while taking out a medicine bottle and pouring several pills into his mouth.

Qi-Nourishing Body-Strengthening Pills—this was an unranked medicinal pill, and as for its efficacy... those who knew, knew.

"Coming right up!" The boss took two huge kidneys from the side and skillfully sliced them open. "Thanks for the business, handsome. I'll throw in two extra skewers for you in a bit."

He opened the shop to make money; naturally, he wouldn't turn away business that came to his door.

Besides, looking at this young man, he might even develop into a long-term customer.

"Thanks, boss."

Perhaps he was truly feeling a bit weak, as the sallow-faced youth waved his hand and prepared to find a seat nearby to rest.

Just then, a girl who looked to be about twenty years old, with a pretty face and a graceful figure, wearing a light gray camisole and hot pants, also descended on a flying sword.

The sallow-faced youth, who had just been about to leave, stopped again.

"Dad!" the girl called out sweetly.

Hm?

The sallow-faced youth scratched his head. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to do this out in public?

However, the next moment, he heard an "Aye."

"..."

This barbecue stall owner is her dad?!

The sallow-faced youth was stunned, and looking at the barbecue stall owner's sinewy muscles, his heart trembled a little.

"Let me introduce you, this is my boyfriend." The girl pointed at the sallow-faced youth, who was currently backing away.

"Oh."

The busy barbecue stall owner nodded, but the next moment, he reacted and whipped his head around!

The two of them stared at each other for quite a while.

The barbecue shop owner smiled at his daughter, though the smile looked rather ferocious, with veins bulging on his forehead.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"That's right."

"I'll be damned!"

The barbecue shop owner's eyes turned bloodshot, and his fan-sized hand reached directly for the blond youth. Terrified out of his wits, the blond youth stepped onto his flying sword to flee, but was ultimately grabbed by the collar and yanked back down.

The blond youth was merely at the Pseudo Foundation Establishment stage; facing an orthodox body cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, he didn't even have the strength to resist and was dangled like a little chick.

"Speak! Did she go to a hotel with you yesterday!"

"N-no, she didn't..."

"That's right, Dad, wasn't I in my own room all day yesterday?"

Hearing this, the barbecue shop owner's reason finally returned, and he set the blond youth down.

"Get lost!" The blond youth scrambled to his feet, ready to bolt.

"Wait! Where did you sleep yesterday?"

"...In her room."

The barbecue shop owner's face flushed a deep red, and wisps of scarlet blood-energy phantoms manifested around his body; no father on earth could endure such a thing!

"Don't get excited, Dad, he's actually really good."

The blond youth was on the verge of tears—My dear lady, could you please stop adding fuel to the fire?

"Good? How good could he possibly be!" This sentence was squeezed out through gritted teeth.

"His essence and desires are just wonderful."

Hmm???

"Huh?"

Never mind the parties involved, even the onlookers were stunned.

There was actually a plot twist!

"I've joined the Joyous Union Sect, and he didn't actually touch me; everything he saw was just an illusion."

"You lied to me?!" The blond youth couldn't believe it.

"I didn't lie to you. Didn't I tell you that, and didn't you agree to it?"

The blond youth: "..."

So it wasn't that he had seduced her, but that she had played him.

The scarlet blood-energy phantoms dissipated.

The expressions of the barbecue shop owner and the blond youth were somewhat complex.

For a moment, the atmosphere turned awkward; in this situation, who was actually the one being taken advantage of?

"Get in here! We are going to get to the bottom of this today!"

Facing the still-fuming barbecue shop owner, the blond youth didn't dare to run; he picked up his discarded flying sword and followed him into the shop.

Soon, the shop door was shut tight.

"Tsk tsk! The state of the world these days." The owner of the steamed bun shop sighed.

Xu Xing carried his buns, finding what had just happened quite interesting.

He hadn't expected to see such a good show today; it seemed the cultivation-world version of a "blond delinquent"—the bane of many fathers—had finally met his natural predator.

With that, he headed toward the school with his buns, and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

The entertainment was over, and now it was time to look into the techniques of the Saint Emperor Abyss.

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