Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 337: Cliché name

Multiple terrifying sword slashes erupted simultaneously.

To the demons, it felt as if a caped Yu Xuan, cloaked in absolute authority, was attacking them from every direction – merciless, elegant, unstoppable.

As for why he appeared caped?

That, unfortunately, was a side effect of the sword art itself.

Yu Xuan’s eyes twitched and he facepalmed when he noticed that phenomenon.

"...I could’ve suppressed that," he muttered.

After a brief pause, he added internally.

’But it does look kind of cool.’

He allowed it.

A system window flickered open in his vision, displaying the original description of the technique he had just used.

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[Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family] A prestigious and absurdly overdramatic magic sword style passed down through the ancient Avalon Empire — a civilization so arrogant they named every planet after themselves. This technique combines refined swordsmanship with magical force projection, enabling the wielder to launch elegant, glowing sword arcs, deflect spells, and dramatically pose on high ground.

Originally designed for imperial heirs who wore capes for no reason and practiced speeches about galactic domination in front of mirrors. Has a 70% chance of making the user look cooler than they actually are, and a 100% chance of making nearby systems feel slightly nervous.

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Yu Xuan closed the window without expression.

Since the system’s recent upgrades, countless new skills, techniques, and magic arts had been added to his list.

He simply hadn’t had the time or patience to test them all.

His master rarely allowed leisure during their training.

He refocused.

Below him, the battlefield had already been decided.

Nearly seventy percent of the demons were grievously injured.

The rest — Dead.

The Mind Sword had consumed a significant amount of Qi, but Yu Xuan didn’t even register the loss.

His cultivation method and spiritual roots ensured that as long as any form of energy existed in the environment, his Qi would continue to replenish itself.

In textbook terms; He was never empty.

Yu Xuan narrowed his eyes, sensing outward.

"...How many more?" he murmured.

His gaze locked onto a distant region then stopped.

Something was blocking his perception.

A suppression field.

Or perhaps something more deliberate.

With a casual wave of his hand, thunderclouds gathered once more this time forming directly above him.

The clouds churned violently, shot through with streaks of black lightning that crackled with ominous intent.

Yu Xuan raised his hand.

"Mini Thunder Dragon Barrage."

It was a shamelessly cliché name.

Hundreds of miniature western-style thunder dragons materialized midair, roaring as they spiraled downward. Each dragon unleashed torrents of black lightning, crashing into the remaining demons with apocalyptic force.

Yu Xuan himself moved at the same time.

He descended directly in front of the one he assumed to be the leader, now the parasite host was dead.

Only then did he notice the abnormality.

Among the remaining demons, she alone still stood in relatively stable condition.

The others looked really bad, their bodies collapsing under the thunder dragons’ relentless assault, yet the woman before him endured.

Strange energy lines across her body pulsed red and black, actively absorbing and circulating the destructive power Yu Xuan had released.

Yu Xuan’s gaze sharpened.

"How interesting," he said lightly.

"Your body is trying to adapt to this new energy... but it’s tearing your body apart internally. My intent is simply too tyrannical."

Sha Jiao looked terrible.

Blood seeped from the corners of her mouth, veins bulged unnaturally, and the energy lines carved into her flesh glowed brighter with every passing second.

This was not what Wan Shou had predicted.

He had assumed Yu Xuan’s Qi reserves would collapse under prolonged combat.

Instead—

This monster hadn’t even slowed down.

Still, retreat was impossible.

Now, it was either fight... or die.

"Is this technique passive?" Sha Jiao asked.

The thunder dragons still raged in the distance, autonomous and relentless, tearing through her comrades without pause.

Yu Xuan glanced briefly at the sky, then back at her.

"You could say that," he replied.

Then he smiled faintly.

"But let’s see how much fun this gets."

He clenched his fists as he motioned her.

Sha Jiao’s eyes narrowed.

She didn’t like his tone but she had no choice.

The dragons clearly avoided her, as if instinctively recognizing her as something different. That meant she was the one Yu Xuan had chosen.

Her two hearts began to beat in unison.

Thump THUMP.

Raw energy from the surroundings surged into her body. The glowing lines across her skin flared violently as an intangible aura spread outward, wrapping around her like a second skin.

Yu Xuan raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

This was unmistakably that.

A pure physical aura, the manifestation of a body cultivated to terrifying extremes.

Before he could act further, the space in front of him collapsed.

Sha Jiao’s fist struck.

There was no light.

No sound.

No visible technique.

The place where Yu Xuan had been standing simply ceased to exist.

He reappeared several meters away, eyes bright.

"Interesting."

Yu Xuan stomped the ground.

The earth convulsed violently as a localized earthquake rippled outward.

In the same instant, he vanished and reappeared in front of Sha Jiao, his fist driving forward with overwhelming force.

She crossed her arms instinctively.

The impact sent her flying into the sky, air exploding outward in concentric rings.

Sha Jiao twisted midair, stabilizing herself.

Her hands clenched as the surrounding energy rushed toward her fists, condensing into a dark red fist intent that distorted the void itself.

She punched.

And the world cracked.

The blow struck Yu Xuan head-on.

He accepted it and smiled.

Then Sha Jiao’s pupils shrank seeing the scene before her.

He was still unharmed, even after taking that attack head on.

Not even scratched appeared on his body.

A tangible physical force now wrapped around Yu Xuan’s fists, dense and oppressive, like a mountain compressed into human form.

He hadn’t been using it before.

He had been... indulging her.

Disbelief flashed across Sha Jiao’s face.

’Was he playing with me this entire time?’

For the first time in a very long while, she felt it clearly.

The absolute, crushing difference in talent.