Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 437: Crisis!
The Hundred Flowers Restaurant stood in the western district of Hanshui City, ranking among the top twenty restaurants in the city. Its most renowned offering was its Hundred Flowers Wine, brewed with over a hundred and fifty seasonal flowers, each season’s batch carrying a distinct flavor.
Qiu Jin’an stepped inside to find the restaurant packed to the brim, a cacophony of voices threatening to lift the roof. The waiters constantly darted between the tables and the back kitchen like spinning tops.
It wasn’t easy for Qiu Jin’an to finally secure a vacant seat in the corner. “May I ask if anyone’s sitting here?”
A rotund patron across from him dug into his food with gusto, his forehead glistening with sweat. He glanced up briefly at Qiu Jin’an and saw that it was someone unfamiliar. “No one. Feel free to sit here.”
“This is unexpected. It’s not even peak hours, yet the place is packed.” Qiu Jin’an chatted with the patron while waiting for a waiter to come over.
The patron wasn’t much of a talker and focused on his meal, responding perfunctorily every now and then.
When a waiter finally brought the menu, Qiu Jin’an skimmed through it and returned it to the waiter. “A bowl of rice, five house specialties, five most premium dishes, and a century-old jar of Hundred Flowers Wine.”
“Gotcha! Please wait a moment, guest!”
Qiu Jin’an didn’t wait too long. A bowl of rice, ten exquisite delicacies, and the fragrant Hundred Flowers Wine were laid out on the table, the sight making the rotund patron envious.
“Guest, if that is all, I’ll be taking my leave.”
The waiter was about to attend to other customers when Qiu Jin’an halted him. “Waiter, I’m a living person. How can I eat a dead person’s meal?”
The waiter was perplexed, his expression vacant.
Qiu Jin’an snapped his fingers. A series of faint cracks echoed, as if someone had stepped on a newly frozen lake and shattered the icy surface, revealing the true lake beneath.
He looked at the main hall again. Where was the busy restaurant now?
Patrons now sat slumped, with one-meter-tall imps straddling their necks and dancing about.
The rotund patron’s belly had swollen grotesquely, his body almost identical to a balloon.
The waiter was emaciated and fragile, as if a breeze could blow him away.
Laid before Qiu Jin’an were no longer delicacies but raw meat and maggots still writhing on the plates.
Only the white rice was unchanged, though three chopsticks were inserted in it like incense sticks.
Qiu Jin’an’s grin widened. “Two Ghost Kings, a Bloated Ghost, a Starved Ghost, and a bunch of grunts. You think you can deal with me with this kind of lineup?”
The rotund patron and the shriveled waiter dropped their pretense, their mouths twisting into ghastly smiles.
An imp stealthily materialized atop Qiu Jin’an’s neck...
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Four cultivators clad in archaic plain robes appeared at the Corpse-Driving Sect’s entrance. They ignored the vigilant disciples and wasted no time as they split up and rushed toward the four locations in the Yin-Corpse Mountain Range.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Explosions erupted simultaneously at all four locations.
“Damn it, that bastard Huang Ming secretly scouted out our locations!” Elder Gai bellowed in rage. Before they could scour the Corpse-Driving Sect, their enemies had already struck.
Though caught off guard, the four elders of the Corpse-Driving Sect reacted swiftly and summoned their walking corpses.
One of the archaic cultivators sneered. “Heh, a mere sect that stumbled upon our legacy dares oppose us?”
“You’re from the Witchcraft Corpse Sect!” Elder Gai’s pupils constricted at the sight of their clothing.
The Corpse-Driving Sect had begun due to a fortuitous opportunity. The sect’s founding ancestor inadvertently entered a secret domain, survived three fatal crises, and obtained a legacy—a complete set of Corpse-Driving Techniques.
This legacy originated from the Witchcraft Corpse Sect in the Great Yu Dynasty. According to Great Xia’s categorization of sects, the Witchcraft Corpse Sect was considered an S-class sect, since it had a Transcendent Tribulation cultivator.
The Witchcraft Corpse Sect was destroyed during the conquest wars in the early days of Great Xia’s founding, leaving behind only a legacy that the Corpse-Driving Sect’s founding ancestor attained.
The archaic cultivator rubbed his ring. One by one, sealed walking corpses broke through their bindings. Reeking of age and a deathly energy, they crossed over a hundred thousand years of history to wage war with the later generations.
Four...eight...sixteen...twenty... A total of twenty walking corpses appeared and besieged Elder Gai and the others!
“Then let us seniors see how much you juniors have learned.”
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An imposing figure loomed over Hanshui City, hovering directly above the provincial governor’s estate. This person moved like tigers and dragons and carried the dignity of a born emperor, every gesture exuding an air of dominance and tyranny. His presence was so overwhelming that everyone in Hanshui City instinctively looked up to the sky and beheld the imposing man whose brilliance rivaled the sun, panic taking root in their hearts.
“After preparing for so long, our plans still ended up leaked. Huang Ming and Meng Tian—these good-for-nothing trash have ruined everything!” The emperor-like figure’s eyes glinted with murderous intent. Had he not lost contact with the two, he wouldn’t have revealed himself prematurely.
Just a teeny little bit later. Only after the great array’s activation conditions are fully fulfilled can the plan be considered seamless.
“Never mind. There is no perfect plan in the world.
“The Calamity Venerable Lord failed and fell in Qing Province, reportedly due to some expert who suddenly arrived. I’ve already investigated Hanshui City these few days, but there’s no one who poses a threat to me.
“As a precaution, I hereby establish the rule: For one day, no information may leave Hanshui City.”
Adding this time restriction will reinforce the implementation of the rule.
Lu Yang gazed up at the emperor-like figure in the air and felt a headache coming on.
The moment the Everlasting Immortal Fairy warned him, he tried contacting Yun Zhi, but he was still a step late. The emperor-like figure had already established the rule. My Animal Form Fist can’t borrow Big Senior Sister’s power, which means she won’t be able to learn of the situation here.
“Aren’t Transcendent Tribulation cultivators supposed to be rare? Why do we keep running into them everywhere? The provincial governor even claimed that this was the safest place, but why do I find this the most dangerous place?
“Maybe it’s because my status as young creed leader is too high that they’re all eager to meet me.”
“Hey, since you’re already the young creed leader, shouldn’t I get a position in the Heavenly Court Creed too?”
“Why don’t you be the young creed leader’s loyal dog?”
“Get lost!”
The old horse sensed the Transcendent Tribulation-level aura emanating from the sky and wondered if it should consider retirement.
When Meng Jingzhou’s father had requested that it protect Meng Jingzhou, it thought it would be a simple task and agreed readily. From sending Yun Zhi to the Dao-Seeking Sect, to resurrecting the Everlasting Immortal Fairy at the Yanjiang Branch, then encountering a Transcendent Tribulation cultivator in Qing Province, and now an archaic Transcendent Tribulation cultivator in Wilderness Province...
It felt that it had overestimated itself.
Man Gu was unperturbed, his faith in Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou unwavering. With my two senior brothers around, nothing can go wrong.
Zhao Po was the most frantic of the four. Just this morning, we faced Meng Tian True Lord, a Great Yu Fusion cultivator, and now in the afternoon, we’ve encountered a Great Yu Transcendent Tribulation cultivator.
What kind of luck is this?
He felt that his luck had been terrible recently. Since when exactly did my luck turn for the worse?
