Ways to Motivate One's Cultivation

Senior Sister?

That big shot who defied all understanding was this person's Senior Sister?

"Young Master, what should we do?" the subordinate beside him asked at a very inopportune moment.

How the hell would I know what to do? The Young Master's composure was beginning to crumble.

In a tiny place like Mystic Sword City, could they not do this? Under normal circumstances, someone like him with a Void Return father should have been at the top of the food chain!

"Are you... Martial Uncle?" Chi Jiuyu asked, sounding somewhat uncertain.

"If you are Senior Sister's disciple, then I am indeed your Martial Uncle." Xu Xing glanced at the two people opposite her. "Do you want me to wait for you? Though you might want to finish this quickly."

It really was her Martial Uncle!

It seemed the commotion she had caused was a bit too large, enough to actually draw her Martial Uncle here.

"Don't worry, Martial Uncle! They're just two pieces of trash; it'll be over soon." With that, Chi Jiuyu turned back to face the pair. "Hurry it up, hurry it up!"

"Young Master, how do we fight?" the subordinate gathered his spiritual power and asked in a low voice.

Fight my ass!

Thump!

The Young Master knelt down with impressive decisiveness. Chi Jiuyu was momentarily stunned, though she did not lower her guard; she had heard that there were strange, evil arts in the demonic path where one could be killed just by being kowtowed to.

"I surrender. Just send me to the Law Enforcement Hall."

Huh?

So it wasn't a demonic evil art.

Seeing his Young Master kneel, the subordinate followed suit and knelt as well. It had to be said, he was quite loyal.

"What should I do, Martial Uncle?"

"They are your captives; you decide."

"Then should I just cripple them and send them to the Law Enforcement Hall for interrogation?"

Upon hearing that he was about to be crippled, the Young Master panicked.

"Don't! Aside from helping that old ghost sell some beast essence blood to heal his injuries, I haven't done anything harmful."

"You haven't done anything harmful, yet you're hiding in this godforsaken place and wearing sunglasses?" Chi Jiuyu pointed her sword at the two. "Speak! What is your objective? Are you trying to slaughter the city to refine some evil art?"

Slaughter the city, my ass!

Mystic Sword City might be small, but it still had a few Spirit Transmutation cultivators. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, how was he supposed to slaughter the city?

And what was wrong with wearing sunglasses? Was that a problem too?

"I only came here to forge a sword. It was only because of my father's connections that I was assigned here..."

To save his life—and his cultivation base—the Young Master dared not hold anything back, recounting everything he knew in the most concise terms possible.

His father was a Void Return grand cultivator of the demonic path, one who had even participated in the artificial soul cultivation project. He was far from the kind of destitute Void Return wretch who had to risk slaughtering a city just to refine a Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

The reason he had come to Mystic Sword City was to use the resentment of the people to forge a demonic sword.

The overworked employees in Xuanyue Tower, the students forced by their parents to attend various cram schools—these were all excellent sources of resentment.

This base for cultivating artificial souls also occasionally produced high-quality resentment.

Who still killed people these days? It was not only inefficient but also easy to get noticed.

As it turned out, before the sword was even finished, the incident with the ancient cultivators emerging from seclusion occurred. The old devils saw that the situation was dire and fled with their equipment, but he was reluctant to abandon the sword he was about to complete, so he planned to stay for a while longer.

That stay led to this mess.

The injured Dao Integration old devil had taken a liking to the formation here that could conceal heavenly secrets and auras, so he had come knocking.

And then, well, everything turned into what it was now.

Thinking about it brought tears to his eyes; he was truly, damnably unlucky.

After hearing everything, Chi Jiuyu felt a bit disappointed. They were just two unlucky pieces of trash.

"Go to the Law Enforcement Hall yourselves. Remember to report my name."

Even a mosquito's leg was still meat.

If she wanted to become the Sword Sect leader, she needed to have some achievements to her name, in addition to keeping her cultivation level up.

"Let's go, Martial Uncle!"

"Wait!" the subordinate suddenly shouted.

Hm?

Chi Jiuyu turned back in confusion. The Young Master felt his heart trembling. What is this idiot shouting for!

"You haven't told us your name yet!"

"..." After a moment of silence, "My name is Chi Jiuyu."

The disciple Senior Sister had taken in was truly interesting.

"Since everything is arranged, let's go."

After that faint remark, the two figures vanished instantly, leaving the equipment room in absolute silence, save for the young master and his subordinates.

Just as the young master breathed a sigh of relief.

Thump! Thump!

The sudden sound of footsteps nearly stopped his heart, and a sturdy figure walked in.

"Young Master? Boss? What are you all doing?"

It was another subordinate.

Huu~

"Clean this up, we're going to the Law Enforcement Hall to turn ourselves in."

Huh???

The second subordinate looked bewildered. What had happened? Why were they suddenly going to turn themselves in?

Xuanjian City No. 3 Middle School, spectator stands.

With the crystal card in hand, Xu Xing naturally wouldn't go running back to the office, so he simply brought Chi Jiuyu to the spectator stands.

"Uncle-Master, where is this?" Chi Jiuyu looked around, spotting the arenas on the sports field. "Hey, isn't that the 'Cease-Arms' arena of the Dragon-Elephant Heaven-Supporting Sect?"

"Have you fought someone on it before?"

"That's right! This thing is quite fun. Last time Master took me to their sect to stir up trouble, I even won one of them back."

"That wasn't stirring up trouble; it was an exchange between sects."

"Oh, it's all about the same."

Chi Jiuyu stared at the field for a while. Nine of the twelve arenas were currently occupied, and each was in the heat of battle.

Only Zhang Yunlu remained without a challenger, and the flag on her arena bore the number 'six', proving she had already won six matches.

"Is that the one in the middle you gave pointers to, Uncle-Master?"

Her Uncle-Master was on the same level as her own master; he wouldn't come to watch this kind of sparring test for no reason.

Clearly, there was someone here he had guided.

The others' skill levels were too poor—worse than small fry—but the one in the middle, whom no one dared to challenge, was obviously in a different league.

"Indeed, I did give her a small gift."

Just then, a match on one of the arenas concluded.

The arena continued to mock both participants with its sarcastic tone. The defender's face turned beet red, but unlike Du Qian earlier, he didn't choose to jump off.

Losing face was losing face; the ranking was more important.

However, the arena had no intention of letting him off that easily.

[Heh.]

A sneer filled with disdain and contempt echoed throughout the entire venue. The defender finally couldn't take it anymore, his composure shattered, and he jumped off the arena.

"Tsk! Such a weak mentality. The evaluation was actually quite fair."

"Jiuyu."

"Yes, Uncle-Master?"

"Are there many people in the sect who want to beat you up?"

"It's not just in the sect; there are plenty of people in other sects who want to beat me up too!" Chi Jiuyu said with a hint of pride.

"..."

Since coming out of seclusion, this was the first time Xu Xing truly felt speechless.

"There's actually an advantage to this," she explained earnestly. "Look, Uncle-Master, if I don't want to get beaten up, I have to work hard at my cultivation. Isn't that a way to motivate myself?"

She certainly had plenty of twisted logic.

Xu Xing chuckled in spite of himself.

One could only say she was truly her master's disciple.

High above the school, above the clouds, True Monarch Purple Universe watched the direction where the demonic energy was rising.

He was still hesitating—hesitating whether he should go over.