Chapter 159: Eat Something Good

After Bai Hongtu, Yu Yin, Sword Sovereign, and Li Er went on stage one after another. Facing powerful opponents, they all easily secured victory.
“Contestant Yu Ming is decisive in action, but her methods are ruthless and unscrupulous. It’s easy for her to stray down a dark path—please correct this in the future.”
“Contestant Chen Jiannan has good swordsmanship, but there’s a sense of decay about him. His style is outdated, and he lacks a youthful, striving spirit. How can he hope to attain the Immortal Dao? He should reflect on this.”
“Contestant Li Er has a strong physical body and has developed a self-created technique that bears some resemblance to the Dharma Body. It’s quite creative. However, he’s a bit dull-witted in mind and behavior—simple and naive. He must remember to use his head more in the future.”
With each critique he gave, Tianming Daoist’s cultivation method gave another warning.
Moreover, the technique even indicated that he would encounter danger within five days.
Tianming Daoist wasn’t worried about his own safety at all. The tournament still had five days to go, and Jiang the Human Sovereign would be around throughout—what danger could there possibly be? What he was concerned about was whether something had gone wrong with his cultivation method.
After the event, Tianming Daoist found Jiang Li.
“Human Sovereign, this poor Daoist has something he does not understand.”
He told Jiang Li everything that had happened and asked, “Could you take a look for me? Might there be a deviation in my energy circulation?”
Jiang Li gave Tianming Daoist a strange look.
“What do you like to eat?”
“Walnut crisps.”
“Then eat more of them.”
That was all Jiang Li said before walking off with his hands behind his back. The setting sun cast its light upon his back, adding a layer of helplessness to his silhouette.
A Tribulation Stage cultivator posing as a Nascent Soul participant—whoever came up with that insane idea, it was poor Tianming Daoist who’d been dragged into the mess.
……
The first round of the Nascent Soul group concluded, signaling that the coming days of the tournament would see even fiercer competition.
The Foundation Establishment and Golden Core groups were too volatile to predict a winner, but the Nascent Soul group was much more obvious.
It wasn’t Wang Meng, the supposed miracle fighter who could take on Soul Formation stage opponents. It wasn’t Ma Junjun, famed for devouring everything in his path. No—it was the four mysterious rogue cultivators. Each of them had brought their Nascent Soul cultivation to its absolute peak. Even if a Fusion Stage elder were to regress to Nascent Soul, they might not reach the same level.
Calling these people geniuses wouldn’t be enough!
Even Lü Kai of Tianji Tower hadn’t expected it. Before the tournament, these four boasted to the heavens—and it turned out they actually had the strength and potential to back it up.
Now this was major news.
Lü Kai even had his draft written and ready.
……
“The Nascent Soul champion is definitely going to be one of those four.”
“So should we stick to the original plan and take them out?”
“No, the plan has changed. We can’t send Soul Formation cultivators. Even though those four are at the Nascent Soul level, they can still pose a threat to Soul Formation cultivators. Conveniently, we have four Fusion Stage cultivators. We’ll act together and ensure everything goes flawlessly.”
“Cautious. I approve.”
“It’s settled, then. Any objections?”
“None.”
“I have one request. I want to handle Yu Ming.” One of the handsome Fusion Stage cultivators licked his lips, recalling the Nascent Soul woman’s looks and figure—desire flaring in his heart.
“Ha, isn’t the Pavilion Master of Heaven’s Kill Pavilion your sister-in-law? Still not enough for you? Found a new flame?”
“Don’t joke, Daoist Brother. We’ve been married over four years—I’ve long grown bored. Now there’s a real beauty in front of me. How could I let this chance slip by?”
“Do as you like.”
……
Cultivators rarely slept. They preferred meditation, which allowed them to rest and cultivate simultaneously without wasting time.
But Bai Hongtu and the other three weren’t sleeping or meditating.
At their level, sitting in meditation was useless—they’d gain more from a single flash of insight than from hours of routine practice.
The four Tribulation Stage cultivators rarely gathered. Tonight, they sat in the top-tier suite and ordered a table full of good food. Bai Hongtu even brought out a vintage wine treasured by Immortal Elder Changcun and poured for his three companions.
In truth, they could gather anytime—but the question was always who would make the first move. Among the four, only Bai Hongtu and Yu Yin were close friends, able to talk about anything freely.
When others met—say, Bai Hongtu with Li Er, or Yu Yin with Sword Sovereign—they weren’t familiar enough, and without a reason, meeting just to chat felt awkward.
Thanks to Jiang Li, they now had a common ground to interact. After this tournament, they’d likely meet more often.
“Traveling through the universe, you’ve got to be careful,” Li Er was telling a story about his cosmic journey. “One time I activated my Heaven and Earth Dharma Form without using a protective spell, and a planet accidentally flew into my eye. It hurt like hell—I had to rub it for ages to get it out.”
“Exactly! The universe is super dangerous,” Bai Hongtu agreed. “There are no restrictions out there—you can go all out. When I first entered the universe, I accidentally exceeded the speed of light and flew to the edge of the cosmos. Almost got lost.”
“Seems like I’ve found some kindred spirits among you,” Sword Sovereign said with a reserved smile. “Not to make you laugh, but I’m terrible with directions. I get lost in the universe all the time. Luckily, my swordsmanship’s decent. One swing and I reduce the planet in front of me to dust—that usually clears the way back to the Nine Provinces.”
Yu Yin looked helplessly at the three chattering away and didn’t know what to say.
Since Jiang Li had told them not to take action yet, Li Er began bragging about his strength. At first, it was fine—just stories of crushing planets into 20-meter dirt balls and using the sun as a hand warmer. Then Bai Hongtu and Sword Sovereign joined in, boasting about their power too.
The three of them were clearly getting carried away, getting more outrageous by the second—just short of claiming they’d dreamed for 3,000 years and woke up to see the world vanish like a dream.
Finally, Li Er took his boasting to the extreme: “I can beat Jiang Li!”
Bai Hongtu and Sword Sovereign stopped bragging immediately. They raised their cups to Li Er in unison, surrendering without a fight.
She nudged her glass, sipping lightly.
The wine from Immortal Elder Changcun’s collection was no ordinary drink. Its name was Immortal Fall. Even an immortal would get drunk without using spiritual power to neutralize the alcohol.
But drinking was all about the vibe. No one would choose to sober up.
Yu Yin couldn’t hold her liquor. When she drank too much, she tended to get rowdy. According to Jiang Li, she’d start disrobing and flashing people when drunk—unstoppable.
With that in mind, there was no way they’d let Yu Yin drink too much.
“Heh, if I’d known you were all here, we wouldn’t have needed to act separately. I could’ve handled it myself.”
A vague and ethereal voice echoed all around.
Four terrifying Fusion Stage cultivators descended, their oppressive aura engulfing the entire top-tier suite.
“What are you trying to do?!” Bai Hongtu shouted in terror, shivering.
He couldn’t understand it—he was just a small-time Nascent Soul cultivator. How had he offended four mighty Fusion Stage experts? Fusion Stage! That was a level he could only dream of reaching.
This is the end for me.
Yu Yin rubbed her forehead—this guy named Bai just loved pulling this act every time.