The Immortal Lord and the Demon Venerable Are Both My Vests - Chapter 32

With the Tianxin Token in hand, Xu Rong smoothly obtained treasures suitable for him on the third floor.

To avoid being too ostentatious and not wanting to attract numerous criticisms upon just entering the sect, Xu Rong carefully selected two items that were most useful for his current realm. After registering with the supervising elder and bidding farewell, he also asked about Shen Muxuan’s whereabouts before safely storing away the treasures and heading back.

Tianji Peak’s geographical location was relatively remote, and Xu Rong hadn’t yet reached the level where he could fly on the wind, so he had to walk step by step toward the sect’s established node for renting flying demonic beasts.

Who knew he would run straight into two people he found mutually detestable.

Earlier, in order to gain Shen Muxuan’s sympathy, he had deliberately not resisted excessively when being bullied, returning home covered in injuries. Unexpectedly, at the demonic beast rental place, both sides encountered each other again on this narrow path.

That person immediately spotted Xu Rong just walking in through the entrance, viciously pulling his mouth into a sneer, and directly blocked his necessary path with his lackeys.

“Well, well, if it isn’t our Junior Martial Brother Xu? Your injuries healed so quickly?”

Xu Rong looked at this fat bastard and laughed coldly.

Last time, his injuries were partly because he deliberately didn’t resist. Did this idiot really think he was easy to bully?

Too lazy to waste words, he directly released the magical artifact he had just obtained from the Treasure Artifact Pavilion. Relying on the artifact’s power, he knocked down the opposing group of worthless Foundation Establishment stage cultivators without even lifting a hand.

This type of spoiled brat could be quite arrogant, but when encountering someone they couldn’t provoke, they cowered just as quickly.

Three breaths later, the ground was rolling with a pile of meat balls crying and wailing to high heaven.

“Uncle—Uncle, save me—”

The leading fat bastard shouted the loudest. Xu Rong felt something was wrong and quickly rushed up to the disciple in charge of renting demonic beasts, saying, “I want to rent a demonic beast, give me the fastest—”

“I’ll see who dares give it to him!”

A furious shout rang out. The ground trembled several times, and the interior suddenly fell into darkness as the rental point’s entrance was blocked almost completely.

Xu Rong turned around to look. The newcomer’s size was no smaller than the fat bastard, with fat piled up like a small mountain. With each step, the ground shook, as if about to collapse.

Xu Rong didn’t recognize him, but it wasn’t difficult to guess the other party’s identity.

The disciple in charge of this rental point came out trembling. “Peak Master Jin.”

Jin Yue narrowed his slitted eyes and swept a glance over the situation inside the rental point. Suddenly, he snorted coldly, lifted one foot and stomped the ground. The fat bastard and his lackeys were lifted up by spiritual qi and set aside, then he strode toward Xu Rong with large steps.

Xu Rong calmly looked up at him. Even though he was at an absolute disadvantage in both physique and cultivation, he appeared even more composed and calm than his opponent.

“Peak Master Jin.” Although the other clearly came to cause trouble, Xu Rong still performed a salute according to seniority.

Jin Yue squinted at him. “You’re that Xu… Xu-something, anyway the one Shen Muxuan took back as a disciple?”

Xu Rong pointed out his error in address. “You are merely a Spirit Transformation stage Peak Master and should properly address my master’s title, Tianji Daojun.”

“Laozi is asking you a question! What nonsense are you spouting!” Jin Yue impatiently roared. “What does Shen Muxuan’s Dao title have to do with Laozi? Laozi likes calling him that. If you’ve got the guts, go call him to come chop me!”

(TL: 老子 (Lǎozi) — literally “I” (emphatic, colloquial, sometimes rude)

Xu Rong’s expression turned stern.

This person knew he was Shen Muxuan’s disciple yet still dared to be presumptuous—he must have come prepared, deliberately looking for trouble.

While maintaining a calm exterior, the hand hidden behind his back had already secretly taken out the transmission talisman from his Xumi ring, ready to throw it out for help at any moment.

He was confident the fat bastard couldn’t kill him, but he didn’t have the courage to take a hit from a Spirit Transformation stage Peak Master.

However, on the surface, he still had to maintain the appearance of a good disciple, working hard to protect his master’s dignity and image. “For you to be so disrespectful toward my master—do you know the consequences when the various elders or even the Sect Master learn of this?”

Jin Yue sneered coldly. “What? How would Laozi know who your master is? Laozi only knows you bullied my nephew, so don’t blame Laozi for bullying the weak to vent for my nephew!”

His threatening gaze swept around the rental point. Those who came to rent demonic beasts were all low-ranking inner sect disciples without much backing. Who dared offend a Spirit Transformation stage Peak Master? They all averted their gazes, pretending they saw nothing.

Jin Yue was satisfied. With a furious shout, spiritual power surged wildly. “Little brat, daring to provoke Laozi’s nephew—you’re finished!”

Xu Rong’s pupils rapidly dilated. While dodging, he swiftly activated the transmission talisman in his hand. “Master, save me! Peak Master Jin wants to kill me—ah!” Not forgetting to add a scream for effect.

At this moment, Jin Yue’s spiritual qi hadn’t even reached the edge of the boy’s body yet.

He was so shocked by this shameless operation that his eyes widened, his movements freezing for a moment.

After the surprise, thinking of that person’s analysis and promised rewards, Jin Yue hardened his heart. His spiritual qi pressure surged again as he viciously lunged at Xu Rong!

Don’t be fooled by this Peak Master’s appearance—though he looked fat, he moved quite nimbly, like a fish in water.

He still somewhat feared the Sect Master and other powerful figures in real authority that Xu Rong mentioned, not daring to recklessly release spiritual qi to avoid destroying this rental point.

Xu Rong quickly noticed his apprehension and deliberately drilled into narrow spaces to buy time, while being grateful that he had obtained two new magical artifacts today. Otherwise, even with geographical advantage, it would be impossible to evade a Spirit Transformation stage cultivator even briefly.

Under the absolute disparity in strength, delaying couldn’t play a decisive role. Xu Rong’s body quickly accumulated large and small wounds. The smell of blood filled the entire rental point, greatly hampering his physical agility.

Jin Yue lunged forward with a sinister smile. Looking at Xu Rong, who now had no strength to dodge, as if the reward after success was already in his grasp, he couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

Xu Rong gasped for breath.

The spiritual qi in his dantian and meridians had been completely drained. His dried-up meridians sent waves of stinging pain under the forceful extraction, yet couldn’t draw out even a bit more spiritual power.

Could it be that today, he truly couldn’t escape this calamity?

No, he should still have spiritual power! The medicinal effects of the Seven-Revolution Spirit-Healing Pill—it wasn’t something the Qi Refining stage could completely absorb. That medicinal power had seeped into his flesh and blood and hadn’t been absorbed and converted!

Xu Rong steeled himself, forcefully ignoring the stinging pain in his meridians, forcibly circulating his empty meridians, making spiritual power be squeezed out bit by bit from his flesh and blood under extreme stimulation.

One drop, two drops, three drops… until they converged into a stream flowing through his meridians.

Without Xu Rong realizing it, a small spiritual qi whirlwind had appeared around his body in the outside world.

A disciple hiding to the side covered his mouth in shock. “He’s advancing? Advancing in the middle of battle? Is he crazy?!”

Advancement was a life-or-death hurdle! Internal and external spiritual qi must communicate—if the external spiritual qi was violent and couldn’t merge properly during the communication phase, wouldn’t that be fatal!

Who would advance anywhere but in a quiet, undisturbed place, even asking their master, martial brothers, and martial sisters to jointly stand guard while still feeling uneasy? Advancing in battle—if that wasn’t crazy, what was?

Jin Yue’s cold smile deepened at the sight.

Advancing in battle? That was even better. He didn’t even need to act—this kid would get himself killed! Even if he died, it couldn’t be blamed on him!

Sure enough, Tianji Peak’s person surnamed Shen was still a wet-behind-the-ears brat. His high cultivation was entirely due to good talent; he simply didn’t know how to teach disciples!

He simply withdrew his attack, crossed his arms, and waited right there for Xu Rong to fail his advancement.

Indeed, when it reached the step of internal and external spiritual qi convergence, Xu Rong’s expression suddenly became agonized. Violent spiritual qi drilled into his meridians. Having reached this point, it wasn’t something he could stop even if he wanted to. No matter how painful, he had to continue this process to completion.

Either successfully establish his foundation! Or die!

Jin Yue’s smile grew bigger and bigger until he finally laughed out loud without restraint.

“What are you laughing at? Sounds terrible.”

A voice suddenly emerged from behind. Jin Yue was about to impatiently retort with “Mind your own business” when his lower back suddenly exploded in pain.

A huge impact force transmitted from the point of contact. Jin Yue’s entire body was kicked flying into the air. Before he could react, a figure suddenly appeared before his eyes. Before he could see the face clearly, another kick came, solidly hitting his waist and abdomen, kicking his fat-laden belly into violent trembling as he flew straight down.

“Filthy.” The newcomer complained with dissatisfaction.

Though his mouth was disdainful, his actions showed no delay. Jin Yue’s massive body was like a ball to him—a casual kick could easily send it wherever he wanted.

Jin Yue was tossed about until dizzy, in pain all over, never touching the ground again from the moment he was sent flying.

The spiritual qi flow in a corner on the ground suddenly became intense.

Someone faintly exclaimed in surprise. “He actually succeeded in establishing his foundation?”

Shen Muxuan glanced down. After thinking for a moment, he exerted force with his foot and directly slammed the person down in front of Xu Rong.

Xu Rong, who had successfully advanced, slowly opened his eyes. Feeling the ground violently tremble, three question marks slowly appeared on his forehead.

…Advancement reward—pork falling from the sky?

Immediately after, a figure descended from above, landing steadily beside the meat pile.

He stepped one foot on the belly of the overturned Jin Yue, still maintaining the lazy tone familiar to Xu Rong. “This lord seemed to just hear you say, what kind of thing is Shen Muxuan?”

“I didn’t say it! I didn’t say such things! Daojun, please see clearly!” Jin Yue incoherently tried to explain.

He never imagined that speaking of the devil would make him appear. If he’d known his mouth was so effective, he would never have cursed such words even unto death!

Jin Yue struggled futilely. “Daojun, I truly never said such things! How would I dare insult you, esteemed elder!”

Not seeing Shen Muxuan’s expression soften, the pressure on his belly increased. He shouted again. “I’m at least a Peak Master of the Immortal Sect. Without the Sect Master’s order, you can’t act against me based on one sentence—”

The snow-robed Daojun suddenly laughed softly, infusing spiritual power into his right leg and viciously stomping down!

Against the background of flesh and blood filling the sky, amid Jin Yue’s screams like a pig being slaughtered, Shen Muxuan said unhurriedly—

“I can.”

“Shen Muxuan is at least some kind of thing, while you, this waste, don’t even qualify as a thing.”

He turned his head to look at Xu Rong. “Are you alright?”

Li Baisu, who arrived a step late, just caught this scene. The bloody, gory scene made all the rage in her head halt for a moment.

She stared blankly at the unrecognizable meat pile on the ground, then looked at someone who had moved away his leg stained red with blood and was now disdainfully pinching a handkerchief to wipe it, unable to help cursing internally.

Holy shit, was Tianji this brutal on the battlefield???

Xu Rong eagerly rushed forward, obsequiously taking the handkerchief passed by a red-faced female disciple nearby to help his master wipe away the chunks of flesh and blood on his calf.

He said in a small voice. “Actually, you could have wrapped your leg in spiritual qi… Getting stained with this fat pig’s flesh and blood, it dirties your bod…” He swallowed back the last half syllable in time.

But it was already too late.

Shen Muxuan smiled slightly at him. The hand pressing on his head gently stroked again and again as he said in a low voice, “This way looks better. Understand?”

Just like how my brains would look splattered out when my head gets crushed, right?

Xu Rong didn’t dare move, the corners of his mouth stiffly pulling into a smile. “I—I understand.”

Shen Muxuan was satisfied and patted his head. “Good boy.”

He turned his head and said to Li Baisu, “Martial Aunt, shall we talk somewhere else?”