Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 255: Reactions [2]

Main Heavenly Beast Peak

Long Anming reappeared in her lavish chamber — jeweled ornaments glimmering, exquisite paintings covering the walls, every inch radiating luxury and pride. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

A typical dragon’s den, flaunting her wealth.

But then—

"AHHHHHH!!!"

Her furious roar shook the air. Her draconic aura burst out uncontrollably, sweeping across the peak.

Every beast outside — birds, insects, even the mountain tigers — turned tail and fled.

Even the dumbest creature knew better than to provoke an angry dragon.

Long Anming’s chest heaved as her power settled, her golden eyes burning with rage.

Then, she froze. Someone else had appeared in her room.

It was her Master.

The woman stood there, golden hair cascading like sunlight, elegant horns gleaming faintly. Her presence alone bent the air.

A Golden Celestial Dragon, she, like Long Anming had an Elder Dragon Bloodline.

"My disciple," the master spoke, voice calm yet commanding, "what happened? And why has your Dragon Essence changed?"

Her eyes narrowed, studying Long Anming carefully.

Inwardly, though, even she was astonished — her disciple’s aura had grown stronger, but her karma and soul was now bound to someone.

Long Anming clenched her fists, trembling with emotion. Just thinking of him made her blood boil.

Her lips quivered.

"M–Master, I..."

But her words broke off, replaced by another surge of anger. Tears formed at the edge of her eyes, only to sizzle into steam from her heat.

Her master sighed softly and raised her hand. A gentle golden light spread from her palm, wrapping around Long Anming like a soothing tide.

"Calm down," she said.

The furious tremor in Long Anming’s aura eased. Her breathing steadied.

Finally, Long Anming exhaled heavily and looked up, eyes glinting with suppressed fury.

"Master," she said, voice hard as steel, "can I remove the essence that tainted me?"

Her master blinked, expression unreadable.

"So... you wish to remove it? But that essence has already merged with your blood. It’s strengthening you even now."

Long Anming’s jaw tightened.

’But it belongs to a human!’ she screamed inwardly.

Then she spoke again — tone dangerously calm.

"Then, Master... can you teach me how a summon can kill their summoner?"

Her master tilted her head slightly, golden eyes glinting with interest.

"...First," she said, voice almost amused, "tell me everything that happened."

And so, with barely restrained venom, Long Anming began to recount the tale, and the name of the one who dared to "taint" her noble dragon blood.

Yu Xuan.

That night, beneath the moonlight in Heavenly Beast Peak, a dragon began to plot vengeance.

***

Main Martial Heaven Peak

Within the Martial Heaven Peak, two figures reappeared in the same chamber where they had last been discussing battle strategy.

Before the golden night descended, Wu Tianjian and Wu Jianxiao had been debating how to counter stronger opponents in the trials.

But unexpectedly, Wu Jianxiao had acted recklessly and been gravely injured — an act completely unlike him.

Neither brother had ever doubted that they would be chosen to inherit the Martial Ancestor’s legacy.

Wu Tianjian looked quietly at his younger brother.

"Why did you do that, Jianxiao?"

Wu Jianxiao remained silent. He himself didn’t know.

The instant he saw Yu Xuan, an instinct had surged inside him — a sense that the other party had stolen something from him. Alongside it came an inexplicable hatred.

Wu Tianjian sighed. The legacy was gone; there was no use crying over spilled milk.

All he wanted now was peace of mind and to sharpen his sword once more.

Just then, the air trembled slightly as a familiar presence appeared.

Their master, High Elder Wuji, the Undying Martial Emperor, descended before them.

Both brothers immediately dropped to one knee.

"Master, we have failed you. Please punish us."

They had been entrusted with guarding the Martial Ancestor’s inheritance within their peak, yet someone from another peak had taken it instead.

To them, this was a loss of honor and face.

They even wondered — how had so many monsters gathered within a single trial?

Wuji looked at his disciples, his gaze softening. No matter their failures, their loyalty and sincerity were beyond question.

To him, these two were more than disciples; they were sons.

"It is not your fault," Wuji said finally, voice calm yet heavy.

"No one could have predicted that a monster like Yu Xuan would appear."

Just thinking of that name gave him a headache.

As the disciple of the Elemental Heaven Peak Master, Yu Xuan’s future ascension would undoubtedly stir countless disputes — especially regarding who would claim him as a true disciple of the sect.

"Master," Wu Jianxiao finally asked, voice low, "who was that Yu Xuan... for him to possess such strength?"

Wuji replied, "He is the disciple of the Elemental Heaven Peak Master."

"What?!" both brothers exclaimed in unison.

Even though their master had long been in seclusion, he kept informed about the sect’s matters.

Both brothers had heard the rumors, the Elemental Heaven Peak Master had taken a disciple from the lower realms.

And now they learned that this lower-realm boy — younger than them, newly walking on his cultivation path, was the one who had seized the Martial Ancestor’s legacy.

The realization struck like a thunderbolt.

Wu Jianxiao’s body trembled. His Dao Heart wavered dangerously, threatening to crack.

Wuji’s eyes darkened slightly. He had felt the same disbelief when he saw Yu Xuan crush opponent after opponent.

But now he knew, great upheaval was coming.

Sooner or later, their sect would clash with the Heavenly Demons, the exact cause was still unknown, but then why would they have so much of their forces situated near the Great Divider.

So war was likely coming, and this would also serve as an opportunity for the new disciples to grow, but as always, opportunity came with dangers.

"Enough," Wuji said, voice steady.

"Come. I will personally instruct both of you for one full year."

The brothers bowed deeply as he led them away.

Meanwhile, across the sect, word spread rapidly.

The thousand cultivators who had been "killed" by Yu Xuan in the first trial had all returned — and every one of them was talking.

Rumors multiplied like wildfire, and with them, Yu Xuan’s notoriety grew quietly, but unstoppably.