Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control

Xu Yang wasn’t overly concerned about the schemes of the demonic path. As long as the source stone remained uncut, their plans would amount to nothing.

Even if it were opened, it wouldn’t matter—whatever lay inside held no value for him and wouldn’t affect his power in the slightest.

When Xu Yang arrived at the observation deck with Jiang Haoyu, the Immortal Clan descendants all greeted him with respect, including Ying Wudi, who had been sent flying with a single punch the day before.

Ying Wudi’s arrogant demeanor was nowhere to be found. Gone were the divine glows that elevated his stature, and he now resembled a humble Immortal Clan disciple. Stepping forward, he cupped his hands and bowed.

“Wudi greets Master Xu.”

Xu Yang raised a brow and asked, “You weren’t present during my lecture, so why address me as ‘Master’?”

Ying Wudi’s face showed no embarrassment. With sincerity, he replied,

“As the ancients said, ‘Of three walking together, one must be my teacher.’

Though I wasn’t fortunate enough to hear your lecture, your punch yesterday taught me much.

It reminded me that there are always stronger people in the world and that my name, ‘Unrivaled,’ is but an illusion.

From this, I have learned humility and self-awareness, steering clear of arrogance and conceit.

This is why I call you ‘Master.'”

As he spoke, Ying Wudi began to kneel to show his respect.

To the Immortal Clan descendants witnessing this, Ying Wudi’s actions seemed perfectly reasonable. Xu Yang’s overwhelming display of power yesterday had left no room for doubt or defiance.

Even more, admitting fault in this way wouldn’t harm Ying Wudi’s reputation. Instead, it demonstrated wisdom and courage, portraying the Ying Clan as honorable.

“No need for such courtesy,” Xu Yang said with a wave of his hand. Invisible energy swept forward, preventing Ying Wudi from kneeling further.

“Brother Wudi, are you kneeling in hopes of earning some of Master Xu’s pills?” an Immortal Clan descendant teased, sparking laughter among the group.

Scratching his head awkwardly, Ying Wudi replied, “Master Xu, I—”

“Enough, Brother Wudi,” Jiang Haoyu interjected with a laugh. “Master Xu understands your intentions. Let’s not block the way. I invited Master Xu here to witness the Heaven’s Chosen Gathering, after all.”

Jiang Haoyu then turned to Xu Yang, gesturing respectfully. “Master Xu, please take the seat of honor.”

Xu Yang nodded and made his way to the prominent seat, his demeanor calm and composed.

Meanwhile, Yuan Kouxuan and Qin Kewan were also assigned seats of their own.

“Over here, Sister Wan!” Jiang Yaomeng waved at Qin Kewan, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Qin Kewan glanced at the table in front of Jiang Yaomeng, piled with her favorite foods. Her resolve wavered, and she was about to head over when her eyes fell on Yuan Kouxuan, standing quietly behind Xu Yang with her Qing’ai sword in hand.

After noticing the equally tempting delicacies on the table before her master, Qin Kewan hesitated.

Torn between choices, she eventually threw an apologetic glance at Jiang Yaomeng and made her way to stand behind Xu Yang instead.

Jiang Yaomeng slumped into her seat, despondent.

“That’s it. With Master Xu here, even delicious food can’t tempt Sister Wan anymore!” she muttered to herself.

“Little Five, why are you here?” Yuan Kouxuan’s clear eyes turned to Qin Kewan, as if her territory had been invaded.

“Senior Sister, if you’re standing, how could I dare sit?” Qin Kewan blinked innocently, putting on her best pitiful expression.

“You can sit; I don’t mind,” Yuan Kouxuan said coolly, not falling for the act.

“Fine… Honestly, I just think the food in front of Master looks better!” Qin Kewan giggled cheekily.

Yuan Kouxuan’s grip on her sword tightened as her irritation flared. She nearly unsheathed her blade, but under the public eye, she restrained herself. Causing a scene now would harm Master Xu’s reputation.

Instead, she resolved silently, ‘I’ll deal with her once we’re back at Purple Cloud Peak.’

Completely unaware of Yuan Kouxuan’s inner thoughts, Qin Kewan sweetly asked her master, “Master, that spirit fruit looks delicious. May I have one?”

Without hesitation, Xu Yang handed her the fruit. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Master! You’re the best!” Qin Kewan happily took the fruit and began eating with relish.

Yuan Kouxuan’s eyelid twitched slightly. “…”

“Xuan’er, this is for you. This fruit is called the Eternal Youth Red Fruit, beneficial for the skin,” Xu Yang said, handing a radiant, spirit-filled fruit to Yuan Kouxuan.

Taking the fruit, Yuan Kouxuan’s heart fluttered with joy, her gaze softening. “Thank you, Master.”

She began eating it in small, deliberate bites, savoring each one as though it held an extraordinary sweetness.

“Master, I want one too!” Qin Kewan’s voice was muffled as she spoke with her mouth full.

“Swallow what you have first!” Xu Yang said, exasperated.

Gulp!

“I swallowed it, Master,” Qin Kewan replied, wiping her mouth.

Xu Yang couldn’t help but laugh. He handed another Eternal Youth Red Fruit to her. “Here you go.”

“Hehe.” Qin Kewan grinned foolishly as she eagerly began devouring the fruit.

Meanwhile, on the martial stage, the arrival of Xu Yang had made the battles even more intense.

Dozens of renowned young prodigies stepped forward, challenging others to duels.

Above the stage, dazzling displays of martial techniques, combat skills, and magical treasures intertwined, creating a breathtaking spectacle that left the crowd awestruck.

Cheers and gasps erupted from the audience as each thrilling clash unfolded.

“Black Mist Valley’s Shen He, would you consider becoming my follower?” an Immortal Clan scion called out to a sect prodigy.

On the martial stage, Shen He looked up at Xu Yang, seated in the place of honor. His eyes were filled with hope that the one who had transcended all sectarian boundaries to teach the masses might notice him and take him as a disciple.

However, Xu Yang merely offered a faint smile before turning back to feed his two disciples.

The light in Shen He’s eyes dimmed. He had known that he wasn’t worthy of becoming Xu Yang’s disciple, but he had still clung to the hope that Xu Yang might see his latent potential.

“I would be honored to become your follower,” Shen He said, dejectedly lowering his head.

“Good. Come up and stand behind me,” the Immortal Clan scion said, his tone calm and composed.

The scion wasn’t offended by Shen He’s hesitation. If given a choice, he himself would prefer to be Xu Yang’s disciple. Unfortunately, that was impossible.

As this Immortal Clan member secured a follower, others began extending their own invitations to sect prodigies.

“Chen Yongling of the Divine Intent Sect, would you become my right-hand man?”

“Li Haoxuan of the Blade Alliance, if you follow me, I guarantee you’ll ascend to the Void Shattering Realm and gain a lifespan of thousands of years!”

“Yang Zhenyuan of the Mountain Crushing Sect, your potential is impressive, but your sect lacks resources to support your growth. I have a top-tier earth-grade technique that suits you perfectly. Become my follower, and it’s yours.”

One by one, these prodigies agreed to become followers of the Immortal Clan scions.

To Xu Yang, these so-called “prodigies,” eager to bow and scrape before the Immortal Clan, were beneath notice.

But someone else’s attention was fixed solely on Xu Yang.

From within the crowd, a youthful man with sharp yet unassuming features watched Xu Yang from afar. His clenched fists trembled, veins bulging on his forehead, and his gaze brimmed with venomous hatred.

“Damn you, Xu Yang, flaunting your good looks with your cultivation and shamelessly luring everyone’s attention.”

“How dare you treat my senior sisters like this! Not letting them sit and feeding them like pets—how humiliating!”

“Such rare beauties should be cherished, not subjected to such degradation!”

“Xu Yang, you’ll die a horrible death!”

The young man—none other than Xiao Ye—gritted his teeth so hard that blood seeped from his gums. His rage was on the verge of erupting, his reason smoldering under the weight of his fury.

“The Holy Hall’s preparations are complete. Xu Yang’s death is inevitable today. Rather than letting him bask in the limelight, I’ll drag him into the dirt myself!”

With his mind made up, Xiao Ye leapt onto the martial stage.

Pointing at Shen He, he roared, “Shen He of Black Mist Valley, face me in battle!”

His voice boomed like thunder, silencing the crowd.