Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 418: Didn’t You Say the Curse Doesn’t Affect You?

“By the way, I have a question I’d like to consult you, Valley Leader.”

“Go ahead.”

“After modifying Old Meng’s curse to make women detest him, will the curse affect you?”

Valley Leader Shuang was visibly displeased that Lu Yang was doubting her ability. “Previously, I didn’t get to examine that Meng boy’s curse up close, which resulted in a miscalculation and caused him to run away from me for half a day. Now that I have secured an accurate and thorough diagnosis of his condition through the Suspended Thread Pulse Diagnosis, after my treatment, the curse will have weakened to a point that it doesn’t affect me.”

Lu Yang breathed a sigh of relief. That’s good then.

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“Valley Leader Shuang said you need to eat toad skin, dried centipedes, powdered poisonous bugs... Everything must be eaten raw for higher efficiency.” Lu Yang played the Valley Leader’s authority card to order Meng Jingzhou.

Untangling himself from the white threads, Meng Jingzhou’s face turned green upon seeing the bizarre medicinal ingredients. Are these meant for human consumption?

“Are you sure eating it raw has higher efficiency?”

“Those aren’t my words. It’s Valley Leader Shuang who said so.”

With no other choice, Meng Jingzhou followed his doctor’s advice. His scalp tingled, and he fought the urge to retch as he forced every item down in sequence. Though they were clearly lifeless, the moment they entered his stomach, it felt as if they had come alive, churning violently like a stormy sea within him.

Zhao Po watched beside him silently. Is this how these two Dao-Seeking Sect geniuses compete? By mutual scheming and sabotage?

“There’s still the needles and bloodletting.” Lu Yang produced the Seven-Star Silver Needles that Valley Leader Shuang had lent him.

The needles were probably powerful magical treasures, as evident by how Lu Yang didn’t need to infuse any energy and effortlessly pierced them through Meng Jingzhou’s defenses into his arm. Considering Meng Jingzhou’s absurdly strong physical defensive power as a physique cultivator, even Lu Yang didn’t dare guarantee that he could break through his defenses in such a short time.

“Ss! Can’t you warn me before piercing me?!” Meng Jingzhou grimaced in pain more acute than anything he had felt in years.

Had it been a legitimate physician performing the bloodletting, it would have been painless. Unfortunately, Lu Yang was not a legitimate physician—in fact, he wasn’t even a physician.

“Immortal Fairy, do you know how to use needles?” Lu Yang recalled he had a theoretical golden finger cheat in his mental space.

“Bloodletting? I’m familiar with this! Demon beast meat reeks when blood isn’t drained properly. If you use my bloodletting method, I can assure you that not a single drop of blood will remain.”

Lu Yang felt that Meng Jingzhou’s life wasn’t a necessary sacrifice for this procedure.

As Lu Yang plucked out the needle, Meng Jingzhou’s blood gushed out like a geyser. The needle seemed to carry a healing-suppressing property. The self-healing ability that Meng Jingzhou was proud of was useless, and he could only wait for the wound to heal slowly.

The drops of blood that fell onto the ground were no ordinary blood—they were a great Golden Core cultivator’s blood that encompassed precious spirit energy. Moreover, it was the blood of a Golden Core cultivator with Double Single’s Golden Cores, imbued with the purest yang energy and more effective than any pure-yang medicine.

The insects seemed to have mysteriously sensed how precious the blood was and swarmed in to feed on Meng Jingzhou’s blood and were rejuvenated after the feast.

What these unsuspecting insects didn’t know was that they would never be able to encounter female insects ever again.

Yet in this moment, nobody knew about this, including Lu Yang, Meng Jingzhou, and the insects themselves...

After the wound healed, Lu Yang pierced the needle again, plucked it out, let the blood out, and waited for the wound to heal, only to pierce the needle again. After repeating the process three times, Meng Jingzhou felt the lingering unease in his heart ease slightly, and his face lit up with joy.

“It actually works!” Although the curse isn’t completely dispelled, dispelling part of it is a massive improvement. Coming to Wilderness Province is indeed the right choice. It’s much more reliable than the elders’ medical consultation.

When Valley Leader Shuang deemed the time right, she walked out from Seven-Emotions Valley and finally saw Meng Jingzhou. “You’re the Meng boy?”

The moment Meng Jingzhou laid his eyes on Valley Leader Shuang, he was convinced that the lighter feeling in his heart wasn’t his hallucination. His curse had truly been partially mitigated. “Valley Leader, I am Meng Jingzhou of the Meng Family and a disciple of the Dao-Seeking Sect.”

Valley Leader Shuang snorted. “As I thought, you’re from the Meng Family.”

A sense of foreboding welled within Lu Yang. He hastily stepped forward and cupped his fists. “Many thanks for treating my companion, Valley Leader Shuang. May I ask what our next step should be so that we can fully cure Old Meng’s curse?”

Valley Leader Shuang was upset. “I shouldn’t have treated you just now. That old Taciturn scoundrel had sabotaged me before, and you people from the Meng Family aren’t much better. Scram!”

Lu Yang, “...”

Didn’t you say the curse doesn’t affect you?

Valley Leader, can you be more reliable?

Now that things had come to this, Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou couldn’t press further and had to depart Seven-Emotions Valley first.

In the carriage, Zhao Po broke the silence. “Why don’t we visit the Corpse-Driving Sect? The elders and the sect leader are familiar with Wilderness Province and know many top-tier curse masters and practitioners of esoteric arts. Who knows, they might have a solution?”

“Seems like our only option.”

~~~

As the three humans, one walking corpse, and one horse approached a city for respite, they heard a boisterous commotion nearby.

“Everyone, everyone, I am Qing Luo, the new sect leader of the Cloud Terrace Sect. According to our sect’s rules, any woman who becomes the sect leader must choose a husband through a martial arts contest.

“Therefore, I have set up an arena stage here. All are welcome to challenge me in a duel. Anyone who can defeat me will be my ideal husband!”

At the age of eighteen,[1] Qing Luo was pure and pretty. She had big, limpid eyes that sparkled with untainted beauty, and her tenacious spirit made her even more endearing. Having publicized the martial arts contest for marriage early, most people here were already aware and had come to win her hand in marriage.

However, there were also people who were unaware, such as Lu Yang’s trio.

“Cloud Terrace Sect? I haven’t heard of it before. Brother Zhao, do you know?”

Zhao Po racked his mind and finally found some information regarding the sect from a corner of his mind. “The Cloud Terrace Sect is a very small sect that is barely worth mentioning. Its influence is limited to a city, or perhaps even smaller than that. The cultivator with the highest cultivation in their sect is likely only at the Golden Core Stage. The Cloud Terrace Sect is most known for a particular ancestral rule: if the sect leader is female, she must choose a man stronger than her as husband. This is probably what’s playing out before us now.”

Minor sects like the Cloud Terrace Sect were as innumerable as the hair of oxen in the Great Xia Dynasty.

One shouldn’t be misled by how Lu Yang frequently brushed shoulders with Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators and made enemies that started at the Fusion Stage and all the way up to immortals. That was because Lu Yang was a disciple of the Dao-Seeking Sect and had access to matters far beyond.

What was the Dao-Seeking Sect? They ranked first among the Five Great Immortal Sects and gathered peerless geniuses across the continent. Anyone from the sect could easily make a name for themselves in the Central Continent.

In reality, most cultivators struggled to reach the Foundation Establishment Stage in their whole lives, and the Golden Core Stage was all the more an unattainable goal. This was how Golden Core ancestral clans and sects emerged.

Meng Jingzhou’s eyes lit up at the sight of Qing Luo, feeling a flutter in his heart. He felt that his romantic peach-blossom luck was finally coming.

1. This chapter states sixteen, but the next chapter states eighteen, so I have changed it to eighteen here for consistency. ☜

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