Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 314: Villain Mode

Yu Xuan soon learned why he had been stopped at the entrance.

Apparently, the minimum entry age for Drinking with the Old Ones was one hundred years.

He silently accepted this logic.

’At this rate by the time I’m a hundred, I’ll probably be terrifyingly strong.’ he thought.

After being seated at a quiet table by the window, Baozi casually ordered a jug of ten-thousand-year-old moonlight wine.

Yu Xuan, meanwhile, ordered hot milk infused with Great Gold Honey Bee’s honey.

The price made even the attendant hesitate.

"It’s quite expensive," Yu Xuan commented mildly.

"I wonder if this place needs a... crackdown."

The attendant, Peak Tier Two visibly flinched at the word crackdown, bowed hastily, and retreated as if his life depended on it.

Baozi stared at Yu Xuan in disbelief.

"Bro," he said slowly, "you’re an adult and you’re still drinking milk? Don’t tell me you’ve got some other intentions—"

He stopped mid-sentence.

The reason?

Yu Xuan had entered what Baozi instinctively recognized as villain mode.

Golden light flickered faintly in Yu Xuan’s eyes, as if invisible laser beams were already lining up to cleave Baozi in half.

Baozi swallowed.

Yu Xuan, notably, did not point out that Baozi’s ten-thousand-year-old wine was dirt cheap compared to the milk he’d ordered.

Instead, he calmly looked upward with [Immortal’s Gaze] ability to view through walls.

’Is it them?’ Yu Xuan asked mentally.

Baozi closed one eye slightly, focusing.

’Definitely,’ he replied.

On the floor above them, a decorative flower pot, its stone base suddenly became Baozi’s spiritual vision.

Beyond it...

Two distinct groups were locked in a fierce argument, their emotions flaring wildly.

The real conflict had already begun.

One group radiated the cold, cutting aura of blades, their presence sharp and restrained like unsheathed swords.

The other exuded bestial pressure, feral and overwhelming, muscles taut beneath skin marked by faint animal traits.

"You’ve really grown old," a tiger-woman sneered, orange eyes flashing, "to not even recognize who the Sky Silkworm truly belongs to."

A man from the opposite camp let out a snort.

"Old?" he replied mockingly.

"You wild beasts really think I don’t know what you were planning? You were trying to kill the worm I had already secured."

"You—!"

The tiger-woman took a step forward, claws half-extended.

"Watch your mouth."

"I don’t need to show respect," the swordsman shot back coldly, "to filthy thieves. If you cared so much about that silkworm, why didn’t you stop your companion from ambushing me?"

"You snatched the silkworm we were trying to save!" another beastkin shouted.

"And now you dare act righteous?!"

Another swordsman laughed, sharp and disdainful.

"Heh. Will you fight, then? Beasts who only know how to kill and fuck?"

"Come on let’s fight. I’ll show you what a true sword looks like."

"Haha." "Hahaha."

Laughter erupted from both sides, bitter and charged with killing intent.

The tiger-woman’s patience finally snapped.

"This has gone far enough," she growled, her aura surging violently.

"I tolerated this only because of the Discipline Committee and the sect’s rules against killing fellow disciples..."

She grabbed one of the laughing swordsmen by the collar and lifted him effortlessly off the ground.

"But it seems someone is truly courting death."

The swordsman only smirked, bloodlust gleaming in his eyes.

"Yes," he said softly, almost eagerly.

"That’s exactly what I wanted. How about a death match?"

The tiger-woman’s expression twisted, rage and contempt mixing together.

"Fine," she snarled.

"Let’s settle this the old way then, without tricks."

She tossed him aside and cracked her knuckles.

"You weakling who hides behind weapons."

The swordsman’s smile vanished, replaced by icy fury.

"You dare insult my sword path?"

In the next instant.

Sword Qi erupted like a storm, razor-sharp intent slicing through the air.

At the same time, the tiger-woman’s beastly aura exploded outward, oppressive and savage, shaking the surroundings.

Their auras collided and the room trembled under the weight of impending disaster.

Yu Xuan narrowed his eyes.

At first glance, the conflict looked genuine — heated curses, killing intent leaking freely, fists clenched and Qi surging.

But something felt... off.

The hostility was loud, exaggerated even, yet when Yu Xuan observed carefully, he noticed a subtle detail.

The leaders of both groups were posturing more than acting.

Their aggression stopped just short of crossing a real line.

’Interesting,’ Baozi’s voice echoed in his mind.

’This looks more staged than it should be.’

’Then let’s interfere,’ Yu Xuan replied calmly.

’And see how they react.’

At that moment, the decorative stone base of the flowerpot carried Baozi’s will.

A voice thundered through the upper floor.

"How dare you disturb my slumber for something so trivial!"

The effect was immediate.

Every cultivator present froze in place as an overwhelming pressure crashed down upon them.

Qi stagnated. Limbs stiffened.

Even breathing became difficult.

Baozi hadn’t even stood up.

Only after leisurely finishing their drinks did Yu Xuan and Baozi ascend to the upper floor.

The moment they entered, the difference between them was obvious.

Baozi’s presence was vast, deep, and unfathomable, like a sleeping beast barely opening one eye.

Yu Xuan, by contrast, appeared... weak.

The two faction leaders exchanged a quick, silent glance.

One of them stepped forward and cupped his hands politely.

"We greet the meditators," he said, directing most of his respect toward Baozi.

Yu Xuan noticed the fleeting look of dismissal aimed at him.

After all, in this room, his cultivation was the lowest compared to the others peak Tier Three strength.

Yu Xuan sighed inwardly.

This was, after all, a cultivation world.

Strength dictated respect. Appearances dictated value.

But Yu Xuan had decided to follow a very simple philosophy in situations like this:

Bully the weak.

Bully the strong.

Bully everyone based on their character.

Without warning, a terrifying pressure erupted from Yu Xuan’s body.

Golden light flickered in his eyes as his aura surged outward, suppressing everyone in the room far more violently than Baozi had earlier.

Several disciples gasped, their knees buckling.

"I’ll give you three chances," Yu Xuan said calmly, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

"Explain the situation."

He and Baozi sat down leisurely, as if this were their private room.

The two leaders’ expressions hardened.

After a brief, silent exchange with their companions, both sides gestured subtly.

One by one, the other disciples retreated, closing the door behind them.

Soon, only four people remained in the room.

Baozi leaned back slightly and looked at one of the leaders.

"Well then," he said lazily, "you may start."