Reborn in a cultivation world with my Ex girlfriends
Chapter 87: She Kissed Me in Front of the Sect

Chapter 87: She Kissed Me in Front of the Sect

The stars had barely begun to scatter their pale light across the sky when Wang Li awoke.

Or rather, he was pulled from his dreams—vivid, strange dreams of blazing phoenix flames, silver-haired maidens, and a golden throne suspended in the heavens.

He sat up in his courtyard, his body bathed in cold sweat.

Something had changed.

The air around him was different tonight—thicker, charged with an energy that prickled his skin like static lightning. He reached for his dantian and gasped. His spiritual energy had surged overnight, boiling like a storm beneath his skin. It was as if someone had poured heavenly fire into his meridians.

And he knew exactly who to blame.

"Feng Yuling..." he muttered under his breath, still remembering the forbidden Frost Moon Technique she had passed to him. It was as beautiful as it was deadly.

Last night, in the moonlit garden behind her peak, she had pressed her palm to his chest and whispered, "Let me melt your chains."

Now, his cultivation was advancing at a speed that defied all logic. But the risk...

If I lose control even once, I’ll freeze myself from the inside out.

He had no choice but to tame this power. And fast.

Before he could even focus his breath, a knock thundered on the gate of his courtyard.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"WANG LI! YOU SCOUNDREL!"

The voice was unmistakable. It carried the fury of a thousand jealous gods and the fire of a phoenix’s wrath.

"Mu Qingling..." Wang Li winced.

Before he could answer, the door exploded inward with a burst of flaming qi. Standing there, hands glowing with crimson light, was the furious Mu Qingling. Her hair was disheveled. Her eyes were blazing. And in her hand, she held a marriage contract scroll torn in half.

"I can’t believe you kissed Feng Yuling in front of everyone at the outer sect assembly!" she shouted.

Wang Li blinked. "Wait, she kissed me! I was ambushed! Literally!"

"Don’t lie to me!" she roared. "Everyone saw her standing on your lap, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while your hands were... were..."

"It wasn’t what it looked like!" Wang Li tried.

"You mean it wasn’t both your hands?" she said, voice deadly soft.

"...Can I plead the Fifth?"

Mu Qingling’s face turned beet red, and for a moment, it looked like she was about to erupt into phoenix fire.

But instead, she did something far worse.

She stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar—and kissed him.

Hard.

Right there, in the center of his courtyard, where disciples were starting to gather, drawn by the noise and the spiritual fluctuations.

His brain went blank.

Her lips were warm. Her breath was sweet. Her scent overwhelmed his senses.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, it ended.

She pulled back and smirked. "Now we’re even."

"Wha—"

Before he could process what had just happened, another voice came from the side wall.

"So... kissing him is a contest now?" said a cold, familiar voice.

Feng Yuling descended gracefully, her robes fluttering in the wind. Her pale-blue eyes narrowed like a snowstorm.

Mu Qingling’s expression didn’t waver. "I simply reclaimed what was mine."

"Correction. What you lost years ago."

"You—!"

"Stop!" Wang Li held up both hands, heart thundering. "Can we please not have a cold war and a flame war at the same time?"

"You shut up," both girls snapped in perfect unison.

He sighed.

Being surrounded by ex-girlfriends in a cultivation sect should be illegal.

But the crowd was still growing. Disciples whispered, eyes wide with scandal. Two top-tier female disciples fighting over the same man? In broad daylight?

A fight was inevitable.

Except...

Suddenly, a third presence arrived.

"Ah, Wang Li. I see you’ve been busy," said a sultry voice.

Lin Ruoyan strolled forward, dressed in an outrageously tight crimson robe, holding a fan shaped like a dragon’s wing.

Wang Li’s jaw nearly dropped. "You too?!"

"I just came to warn you," she said, smiling wickedly. "The Azure Sky Sect’s Princess will arrive in three days. They’ve already decided on you as her... escort."

"Escort?"

"Yes. Escort to the Celestial Blossom Banquet. It’s a dual cultivation-themed event, and she specifically asked for someone with extensive romantic experience."

He stared blankly.

"You told them about my love life?!"

"Please," Lin Ruoyan said, smirking, "half the continent already knows."

At that moment, Wang Li felt a powerful urge to bury himself beneath the sect’s main hall and never come out.

But the nightmare wasn’t over.

Because just then, a letter descended from the sky, glowing with divine light.

It hovered in front of him, sealed with a phoenix crest. The Imperial Family’s Crest.

The entire sect fell silent.

Mu Qingling’s eyes widened. "That’s..."

Feng Yuling narrowed her eyes. "Why would the Empress send a letter to you?"

He opened it.

And read.

His knees nearly buckled.

The Empress had invited him—to the Imperial Capital—to serve as a personal cultivation instructor... for the Crown Princess.

The note ended with three chilling words:

"You will comply."

Wang Li groaned.

Cultivation? Romance? War? Ex-girlfriends? Imperial marriage prospects?

He didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or run screaming into the forest.

But deep down, one thing was certain.

His boring, powerless past life? Long gone.

This world was mad. And he was right at the center of it.

And somehow...

He loved every insane second of it.