Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 196 - 138: Hidden Spring Under the Tongue [4K]

Chapter 196: Chapter 138: Hidden Spring Under the Tongue [4K]

The night deepened.

South City District was still bustling, lanterns hung everywhere, and even though night had fallen, there was no shortage of people working around the Immortal Pavilion or picking up missions.

However... the vast majority of those gathered here were here to exert pressure.

The Immortal Pavilion did not belong to a single power, it was more like a microcosm of the Cultivation World of the Central Plains.

Various families, states, and sects all invested many resources into it, in order to ensure the stability of the entire Central Plains region, and the Immortal Pavilion was the result of an agreement among the top powers.

Issues such as the recent Gu Poison incident, wars between nations, and the mischief of Evil Cultivators wandering around, all fell under the jurisdiction of the Immortal Pavilion.

They didn’t have many people internally, but each one was an elite, assisting in the governance of cultivators all over the place, and distributing the resources invested by the Great Sects evenly to these cultivators.

After all, those willing to work for the love of it are the minority. It’s possibly okay to help out occasionally, but as time goes without reward, it is inevitable that people will have other thoughts. Interest is always the greatest motivator.

The Great Sects invested Cultivation Resources so that these Loose Cultivators could do their bidding. They gained reputation, societal stability, maintained their ruling status, while these cultivators got to share the deserved Cultivation Resources,

Whether it was a variety of Magic Treasures or Elixirs to enhance their strength. Through the Immortal Pavilion, they could also screen out a number of high-quality cultivators, extend olive branches to them in hopes of bringing them under their wing, and expanding their own influences.

However, the establishment of the Immortal Pavilion naturally had its disadvantages.

For example, right now, a large number of cultivators were surrounding the entrance of the Immortal Pavilion to pressure it, their demands were nothing more than to wage war to the south. The Immortal Pavilion represented the stance of the major Cultivation Sects, expressing to the Immortal Pavilion their desire to wage war was the best way.

The reason that they were so agitated could not possibly be to avenge the dead citizens.

It was just because, once the border war started, it would enter a phase of resource plundering. With the descendants of the Great Sects taking the lead and themselves as supplements, it was enough to pick up enough scraps to live comfortably.

Moreover, there would be a lot of resources sent here from various sects, increasing the rewards. If they could win this war, those who contributed would naturally get a share of the spoils.

Perhaps, they might even catch the eye of a Great Sect and be invited to join, which is a treatment comparable to joining an official establishment, and moreover, a top-level national official establishment.

A young and good-looking boy walked out from the Immortal Pavilion.

Although everyone was surprised that such a young fellow was already exuding Foundation Establishment energy, no one paid much attention to him, after all, there are plenty of people taking missions every day.

The Qiankun Bag at his waist swayed. The night temperature was close to sub-zero, but the boy was still dressed in thin clothes, even the skin near his chest and collarbone was slightly reddened.

He secured the Qiankun Bag around his waist and covered it with his jacket. Judging from his expression, he seemed a bit tired today, but not because of the Scarlet Pill, rather because...

"Damn scary."

"They dragged me out for a stroll barely an hour after dawn."

"I only got released after it got completely dark, choosing to rest in the inn, is this what they call the value of a woman’s shopping trip, not getting tired?"

"Compared to that girl, Cen Yueyue isn’t even in the same league..."

His train of thought came to an abrupt halt at this point.

He leaned on the railing and slowly headed towards the Purple Cloud Pavilion, looking somewhat annoyed. He realized that without meaning to, he had again thought of that girl who lived with him since shortly after birth and had spent more than a decade with him.

Unknowingly, two months had passed since that deadly fight. How was that girl now? He heard his senior sister mention that she had joined under Taixu Sect, it’s been two months, she should have arrived by now, right?

What about the situation with the Yan Family? After I left, did they continue to suffer from the word curse?

How about his two Cultivation mentors, Su Yi and Lu Luo? Would they be implicated for sheltering him?

Casting all sorts of thoughts out of his head, since when had he become so sentimental? Weighing the Qiankun Bag in his hand, he knew he should focus on the present.

Not just thinking about the upcoming sect examination but also the Serpent lurking in the lake each day and even more, considering how to deal with his relationship with Cen Yueyue, if possible, he would actually like to be friends with her.

It was just that the difference in status between the two was too great.

"I’ve been busy with Foundation Establishment and refining Scarlet Pills recently, and haven’t had time to go to the Immortal Pavilion to submit my mission. It’s good that I remembered to do so today as I was passing by."

He let his Divine Sense immerse into the Qiankun Bag and found that his Divine Sense had grown rapidly during the process of refining Scarlet Pills and Foundation Establishment, and now he was beginning to have the ability to leave his mark on the Qiankun Bag.

Glancing at the Spirit Stones piled up in a corner of the Qiankun Bag, he couldn’t help feeling a little emotional, even he couldn’t resist showing a smile.

"The Immortal Pavilion is quite generous, but to a large extent, it is probably for the sake of Yu Ying. If not for her testimony, I probably wouldn’t have received so much."

"But should I be considered a half-hero? After all, it was me who resolved the source."

"Being able to resolve this matter smoothly was also thanks to the brother and sister from the Cen Family, so much reward should be evenly split, but..."