Villain Cultivator

Chapter 504 '“ Meng Hong's Proud Son

The three immortal guardians of Xu Huang patiently waited for her for a whole day. They stared at Miaomiao, who had been sitting there with his erected pole, smiling at them and flexing his junk.

WHOOSH

An array circle manifested, and Xu Huang came out. Her expression was blank.

When she spotted Miaomiao, who was still sitting cross-legged on the bed, she had a bitter smile on her face.

Xu Chu and Miaomiao in the space had taught her the cultivation process and the requirements, including the compound element. After witnessing the dantian world and the real Dao Pillar, she finally understood what she lacked.

Instead of being angry at Miaomiao for making her a familiar, she was grateful that she got to meet Xu Chu. She turned around to cup her fist, saluting Miaomiao.

"Thank you for your guidance'¦ master."

The immortals frowned. They looked back and forth between them, wondering what she met or did after she had teleported to a mysterious place.

Miaomiao scratched his nuts, "You're welcome. Come see me if you feel like dual-cultivating with me or if you need help regarding the Ice Dragon Bloodline or HER bloodline."

"I'll postpone that decision for a later date."

Xu Huang led her guardians and left the hotel.

Miaomiao awkwardly laughed. This strong-willed woman kept refusing to be his concubine even though she would benefit a lot.

Since there was nothing Miaomiao could do to change Xu Huang's mind, he left her alone.

'¦

On the 8th day of the tournament, the second round of the Holy Land Tournament resumed.

Out of over 2000 contestants, a thousand fighters made it through.

However, before the second round would even start, a hundred representatives, who made it to this round, resigned and gave up the chance to be scouted.

The tournament was brutal and cruel as contestants were allowed to kill or do anything to the losers. After the gruesome fight, some of them were either severely injured or got cold feet.

Even Lai Wen couldn't continue fighting. She was still in the middle of recuperating, and she couldn't recover before her scheduled match against an 8th-stage cultivator. Thus, giving up was the proper choice.

In the end, 850 contestants remained, including Wei Yuan, Kang Yan, Ma Xingjuan, Mao Xueyan, Ju Shoufen, Dian Wei, and Zhou Gongjin.

Hovering over the center of the arena was another immortal. He wore a Golden Dragon Emperor Gown as if he was the supreme emperor of this continent. Yet, many clan lords in the VIP box sneered at him.

Not only was he the current patriarch of the Great Liu Clan, but Liu Che was also a contestant of the Clan Lord Tournament. However, as strong as he was, his relationship with the other great clans was not that good.

Aside from the Great Guan Clan and the Great Zhang Clan, the other three great clans shunned him because of Liu Che's health issues and Liu Che's crown prince, Liu Hanzhen

Nobody approved of the troublemaker even if his ancestor was a lesser deity. Moreover, Liu Che's time was limited.

Soon, Liu Hanzhen would succeed the Great Liu Clan as the new patriarch, and they had expected the clan to decline soon.

Liu Che coughed and put away his crown, revealing the face of an elderly withered man in his 90s. His trembling hands pointed at the two gates of the arena.

"I won't hold a ceremony. The contestants of the Second Round's first match, come out."

Per scheduled, two 8th-stage cultivators came out. But this time, they came here with their items and weapons.

"Sorry that I skip the introduction of the new rules. In the second round, every contestant is allowed to bring their weapons, treasures, armors, and any kind of artifacts to fight. However, usage of pills, consumable items, pets, Dao Spirits, familiars, and any form of helpers are strictly forbidden. Good luck, both of you."

Liu Che waved his hand and started the second round of the tournament. Then, the two fighters smirked and began unleashing their power.

'¦

In the VIP box room, Karen gazed at the arena, not hiding her faint smile.

Behind her, Fang Yanxu stood still with his arms behind his back. Yet, he had a bitter expression.

"This is unprofessional. Many immortals are dissatisfied with the abrupt changes of the tournament rules. If everyone can use their treasures, it will be hard to measure the mortals' capability since they will rely on the power of their items instead of showing us their Dao, techniques, and foundations."

Karen snorted, "If we keep banning weapons, the mortals will complain that they can't use utilize their full potential. Now that I let them use their items in the fight, we can shut them up and inspect their so-called supreme artifacts or treasures. Heck, we can check if someone from the higher realm has been illegally supplying them with heaven-grade weapons or armors'¦ like a certain trash clan leader that isn't bothered to socialize with us here."

Several clan lords, sect masters, and immortals nodded in agreement. These people disliked Mao Miaomiao's status and his low cultivation base, believing that the latter had used his connection to raise his status.

From their point of view, Miaomiao wasn't worthy to join them in their banquet. If Uriel and Azazel weren't there with Miaomiao, they would have either killed him or crippled him as a punishment.

Fang Yanxu glanced at the group of Miaomiao's haters. Then, he checked the reaction of the neutral clans and sect masters.

As usual, they gathered in small groups. Some of them ignored Karen while the rest of them chose not to get too close to any faction.

Yet, a few immortals seemed to be displeased with Karen's remarks. They took out their phones and private monitor treasures to communicate with their online friends. One of them also secretly filmed and recorded everything in the room.

These immortals were subscribers of Miaomiao's Daotube. More than half of them even had a premium membership of DaoPorn and downloaded several hundreds of secret sex clips.

The fan gang secretly texted each other and informed the other fans.

Fang Yanxu ignored the fanboys and the neutral parties. He approached Miaomiao's haters and began chatting with them.

The haters showed respect to Fang Yanxu. They laughed and invited them to their tables.

Soon, Fang Yanxu was guided to a reserved banquet table, which only immortals could join.

The KFC immortal recognized one of his friends right away.

"Meng Hong? I thought you went back to your home planet. Why are you here?"

Meng Hong was the father of Xiao Xin, aka Meng Xin. He was a good friend of Fang Yanxu, and they had agreed to marry their children when they were old enough.

Unfortunately, Fang Meirong voluntarily canceled the engagement for the sake of returning to Miaomiao. As a result, the relationship between Meng Hong and Fang Yanxu turned sour.

Meng Hong looked to be a handsome teenager, but he was already several thousand years old. He had short combed blond hair and a slant scar across his face, which seemed similar to Seifer from Final Fantasy 8 Series. However, he wore a black coat over the shirt and pants of the same color.

His fashion taste was different from the cultivators here as it was the common style from his home planet.

Despite having short hair, nobody dared to mock him as a slave. None of them wanted to mess with an Immortal General.

Meng Hong crossed his arms and scoffed at his friend, "Why can't I be here? Can't I at least come to see your daughter's soon-to-be husband?"

"Are you still mad from before?"

"Mad? Hah!" Meng Hong stood up and grabbed Fang Yanxu's collar cloth, "You didn't even give me face when your daughter suddenly showed up in front of my manor and annulled the engagement in front of so many people. Now, everybody gossips around that my son has a green hat because his fiance is cheating on him! Do you think it's funny?"

"But your son just recently reincarnated. How old is he now? 2?"

Meng Hong suddenly burst into laughter. He released Fang Yanxu and returned to his seat with a sneering grin, "He wasn't reincarnated. His physique can change according to his mental age."

"So, he got his body back after that incident?"

Again, Meng Hong laughed, but it got louder. Now, everyone turned around to look at them.

Meng Hong intentionally spoke out loud, "My son, Meng Xin, has grown up and regained his previous life's memory. He is now a nascent soul realm cultivator!"

"Oh, cool."

Fang Yanxu almost laughed at Meng Hong since Meng Xin's growth speed was a lot slower than Fang Meirong. He wondered why his friend bragged about his son's progress when it was insignificant.

"Cool? Oh, good. You must be thinking that he's just an inferior mortal that you can find anywhere in this world, right? You must be thinking that he grew this far by relying on my support and the Meng Clan's resources, right? Well, you're DEAD WRONG!!"

Meng Hong bellowed, which caused all tableware and glasses on their table to break.

The other immortals nonchalantly erected a small array around themselves and shielded against the sound wave. None of their glasses, dishes, and tables were damaged. They looked at Fang Yanxu and Meng Hong, enjoying their food and wine while they were watching the drama.

Fang Yanxu frowned and glared at Meng Hong, "I know that you're still angry, and I'm sorry about that. Hey, let's chill, okay?"

"Of course, I'm chilling! Why am I not chilling?!"

"But you're shouting."

"I shout because I'm PROUD of my son! I shout because a stupid friend of mine and his idiotic daughter failed to recognize his TRUE TALENT!"

"'¦ Hey, pipe it down."

"HAHAHAHA!! Why should I? I want everybody here to know about my son's GREATNESS!"

"'¦"

WAAAAAAAAAAA

As Meng Hong was flexing about his son, the crowd in the stadium stood up and cheered. The first match had ended.

Liu Che waved his hand, sweeping his Qi and cleaning the blood and innards from the arena. The winner of the first match staggered back to his waiting room with his colleagues.

The second match's contestants soon entered the arena.

Liu Che took out a paper and read the details of the next contestants. Suddenly, he frowned.

"Today's second match, Meng Xin from Dead Fish Island versus Narcissus from Gladiator Continent!"

"Huh?"

As soon as Fang Yanxu heard the name of the contestants, he stood up in shock.

"Meng Hong. You'¦ you let your son join the tournament?!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!! I told you that my son's GREATNESS won't lose to anybody! Open your eyes wide and gaze at Mount Tai, you dipshit! The engagement annulment is your loss! YOUR LOSS! MY SON IS THE CHOSEN ONE, YOU FOOL!!"

"No! You're the idiot! Stop the match now! Don't you realize that your son's opponent is a 9th-stage cultivator?!"

"HAHAHAHA! So what?!"

"What?!"

"Enjoy the show, you fool. Let this show broaden your horizon! My son is the chosen one!"

'¦

A young teenager, whose outward appearance was the same as a teenager in his 15, strolled toward the arena. He wore a black bandanna, a black long coat, dark leather pants, and a t-shirt. His short black hair fluttered as the wind from the arena blew his face.

Meng Xin, the supposedly dead disciple of Zhao Bao, returned to life. He obtained a new body, and he made it through several life-and-death situations.

Now, with his cultivation base as a nascent soul cultivator, he came here to search for his parent, who had saved his life and abandoned him in this world.

Also, Meng Xin wanted to meet Fang Meirong one more time to settle their engagement issues. Even though he didn't like her, he planned to teach her a lesson!

Meng Xin climbed the stage and stood tall, looking at his opponent.

His opponent was an early 9th-stage cultivator with a weird physique. He had the arms of crab's pincers while his legs were bigger than average humans. The height of 3-meter tall, muscular chest, and shoulders cried that he was a physique cultivator or he had a monster bloodline.

"Brat, you should have given up when you had a chance. Now, you're dead!" Narcissus laughed at Meng Xin.

But the boy smirked, "Nah, you're done. No one under the immortal realm is a match for me. You should give up now and hand me everything in your possession, and I'll let you live."

"Arrogant!"

The match started. The big man swung his hand, aiming to crush Meng Xin's head between the giant pincers. His soul domain also activated at the same time, rooting the latter's legs to the ground with silver tree vines.

"YOU'RE DONE!! NOBODY CAN MOVE UNDER MY ROOT DOMAIN!! NOW, DIE!!"

The pincers squeezed. The crowd also cheered as they had expected the boy's head to be smashed to pieces.

But the two pincers suddenly stopped moving. Between the pincers, Meng Xin grabbed one of the pincers and yanked it off his face, and it didn't even hurt him.

"WHAT?!"

Meng Xin shoved the pincer hand away and sighed. Then, he raised his hand high, straightening his palm to make a hand sword gesture.

"My turn!"

Meng Xin activated his Dao and his domain power.

The entire arena was suddenly covered by a sea of colorful strings, and several threads had tied his opponent's ankles and neck.

Meng Xin waved his hand down while he unleashed the power of his Dao.

SWUA

A red thread was cut even though Meng Xin hadn't touched it. However, an illusion of a giant saber, which was larger than the entire island, cut through the stadium and the arena.

Nobody was harmed. The illusion simply passed through the stadium and Meng Xin's opponent.

Narcissus paused and widened his eyes in disbelief. He also sensed that something important to him had been severed just now.

His soul core, which was hidden deep inside his dantian plane, was cut into two!

"I-Impossible!"

The giant was slowly dissipated into dust. He had so many skills that he hadn't used yet, but he was instantly killed with a single move.

'¦

Fang Yanxu, Karen, and many immortals rushed toward the windows, staring at Meng Xin in disbelief.

Just now, he used an infamous Dao, which was the signature of Samsara's power!

Karmic Severing Dao!

Even though some of the immortals hadn't witnessed this Dao with their eyes, they still recognized the sea of colorful threads.

Those were the threads of karma. Forcefully severing them would result in heavy backlashes, which could cripple a cultivator's life.

Yet, Meng Xin did it with ease. No tribulation, karmic backlash, or natural punishment occurred to him!

"Is that what I think it is?!"

Fang Yanxu's face paled as he turned to Meng Hong. The latter sneered, "Who's the fool now, you little shit? See what I meant? My son is the chosen one!"

"'¦"