Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 424: Chapter 57: Witch’s Thoughts, Sister’s Oath
 

After Wei Dongliu entered the temple earlier, two groups of monks were standing off outside, but their thoughts had already flown inside.

The monks in green robes were worried that this so-called Demon Lord might brazenly attack and ambush Uncle Ming Jing.

The monks in red robes were worried that the Demon Buddha might suddenly pass away inside, and that the Demon Lord could steal the Shariputra.

Thus, although the monks faced off against each other, their gazes occasionally darted inside, and anxiety was brewing in their hearts.

When the laughter of the Demon Buddha came from inside, the monks were even more bewildered.

Shortly thereafter, the laughter abruptly ceased.

By this time, some monks in red robes couldn’t restrain themselves and wanted to barge into Puzhi Temple, but they did not dare to move because the Wrathful Vajra, Li Zhong, had not given the order.

When Wei Dongliu and the others came out of the temple, the monks could no longer contain themselves and immediately started to make a racket.

Wei Dongliu’s face was cold, and his gaze swept over the crowd, obviously not intending to speak.

In the past, when fighting alone, he had to do everything himself. But now, with the Flying Asura at his side, he could play the role of a silent and mysterious big shot, racking up Mystery Points.

Indeed, the Flying Asura hurriedly stepped forward with a sneer and said,

“My master’s actions are none of your bald monks’ business!”

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It was shrouded from head to toe in a black robe, making it unrecognizable as the Flying Asura. Li Zhong, unable to suppress his rage, spoke frantically,

“You talk big, but I wonder if your strength is as solid as your mouthwork!”

Though built like a tiger, his steps were light and agile, indicating he was using some kind of footwork. In an instant, he was in front of the Flying Asura, throwing a punch directly at its face.

A flash of gold light appeared, and Li Zhong’s fist stopped a few inches in front of the Flying Asura, unable to land the blow.

That’s because a plump Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu was riding on Li Zhong’s face, its multiple hooked claws firmly grasping onto his big face; its mandibles also clicked together menacingly.

Li Zhong was so shocked that cold sweat cascaded from him like water bursting from a dam, and his complexion turned stiff and pale.

The Flying Asura breathed a sigh of relief. It could have counterattacked; it was just worried that if it had to massacre its way out amid a group attack, the breath from the sealed creature would leak out and trigger a Heavenly Tribulation.

Now that the Demon Lord Wei had taken action to extricate it, the Flying Asura felt even more bold and cackled,

“So tell me, is my strength ‘solid’ or not?”

With the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu gripping his face, Li Zhong, of course, couldn’t talk back or else the insect might bite down, which would be the end of him.

But he couldn’t show weakness either. If he did, his dignity as the Wrathful Vajra would be lost forever, and he would have difficulty leading the Foundation Establishment Realm disciples of the Asura Path in the future.

Therefore, Li Zhong just gritted his teeth in silence, staring down the Golden Silkworm Gu.

“Go away!” Wei Dongliu, ever concise, took back the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu into his sleeve.

Li Zhong backed down as if he had just been granted a great pardon, while Gu Lie in the back row glanced at him, then closed his eyes and returned to his unaffected state.

With no one daring to step forward to stop them this time, Wei Dongliu led Jiang Liyan and the Flying Asura away from Puzhi Temple, back to their quarters at Shiping Mountain.

Watching Wei Dongliu return to the stone house, Jiang the Witch also secretly sighed with relief.

Honestly, although she felt very guilty and self-reproachful at the time, to the point of crying out in self-defense, but once Wei Dongliu stated he forgave her, her thoughts subtly shifted.

What did I do wrong? I did nothing wrong at all!

Every man for himself, or heaven and earth will combine to destroy him. If I hadn’t given up the Demon Lord Wei at that moment, my master would have surely snapped my neck on the spot. Of course, I could only tell the truth!

As for the hysteria that followed, it was naturally for survival.

In admitting her guilt before her master, he might have spared her, but the betrayed Demon Lord Wei might not be so magnanimous.

Additionally, the Flying Asura had deliberately insulted and provoked me; my master had already developed a grudge against me.

If I could not cling tightly to Demon Lord Wei’s coattails, once Master had some time to reflect, she would surely act against me if she found out I had virtually no interactions with Demon Lord Wei.

Therefore, making Wei Dongliu forgive my indiscretion was the most urgent matter at hand.

First, I’d cry and whine to soften his heart, then flatter him earnestly to change his impression of me.

Looking at the situation now, matters seemed to be about eighty to ninety percent resolved, and the Demon Lord appeared to hold no more grievances, though it was uncertain whether he still harbored any residual doubts.

“Come here, come here,” Jiang Liyan beckoned Guo Jin and Wang Cong over with a smile as radiant as blooming flowers and said, “Have you finished the elixirs from last time? Let me see how your cultivation progress is faring…”

Back in his room, Wei Dongliu took out the rib to examine it.

It revealed nothing out of the ordinary.

“Ah Jing, scan,” Wei Dongliu commanded emotionlessly.

“This is just an ordinary bone,” the Kunlun Mirror concluded swiftly.

“So I was deceived by that Demon Buddha?” Wei Dongliu muttered to himself, frowning as he casually tossed the bone onto the table.

So this trip was a total waste? No information from White Jade Capital was obtained, the lead on the Hell Path turned out to be false, and apart from turning the Flying Asura into a slave, and suffering insolence from Jiang Liyan, there were no other gains?

This is outrageous!

With a sigh, Wei Dongliu said:

“Let’s head to the great competition at White Jade Capital.”

“Which path do you plan to take first?” the Kunlun Mirror curiously inquired.

“Ling Poyun, Ling Poyun!” Before he could answer, the Green Duckweed Sword eagerly interjected, “It’s time for this dame to show off on stage!”

“Didn’t you crown yourself ‘Emperor of Swords’?” Wei Dongliu teased, “You even insisted that the Thunder Punishment Sword called you ‘Your Majesty.’ Now you’re suddenly referring to yourself as a dame?”

“Sword Master above, how dare this lowly sword assume the title of Emperor…” the Green Duckweed Sword responded with a playful laugh.

Seeing it flatter him in such a manner, Wei Dongliu was in high spirits and thus declared:

“Let’s start with Ling Yunpo then, let’s see what this grand competition at White Jade Capital is made of!”

The Kunlun Mirror, too lazy to object, immediately began to deploy its divine skills:

[Location Two: Shushan Shangqing Faction, Qingluo Peak.]

[Character Identity: Ling Poyun.]

[Overlaying the Mirror Flower Water Moon Template, commencing time-space travel.]

Ling Poyun had continued practicing swordsmanship with An Zhisu as usual these past few days.

His Two-Handed Sword Control Technique was already perfected, and coupled with his External Incarnation’s third sword, it nearly provided an overwhelmingly tactical advantage.

Senior Sister An could initially counter with her technique of measured advance and retreat, but later, when Ling Poyun employed a full-offense-no-defense tactic and she lectured him extensively about it, she no longer practiced swords with Ling Poyun, fearing this junior brother would lose his patience again and choose an aggressive style.

The two sparred with each other; An Zhisu won less and lost more, but the beaming smile on her face made it seem as if she was even happier than if she had won herself.

As the day of the great competition at White Jade Capital drew near, An Zhisu also had less interest in drinking and focused solely on refining her swordsmanship, with the murderous intent in her brow growing ever deeper.

This competition, she was determined to defeat all formidable opponents and claim the first place to present to her master!

Of course, if her junior brother made a sudden leap in progress, I would give the first place to him, getting the second place would be just fine.