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

Outside the valley.

The black-robed youth’s figure slowly appeared, his face ashen as he clutched his abdomen. His qi and blood were in disarray, and his strength had greatly diminished.

“I’ll remember you!!”

With a deep, venomous glare toward the valley, Wang Teng hastily retrieved a large number of medicinal pills from his storage ring. He consumed them all, whether they were for healing or restoring his vitality, throwing caution to the wind.

Fearing the white-robed woman might pursue him, he didn’t dare to stop and heal on the spot, opting instead to flee as fast as he could in the direction of the Eastern Wasteland.

After fleeing for what felt like ages, Wang Teng finally allowed himself a glance back. What he saw chilled him to the bone: the woman in white, blade in hand, was following him like a relentless shadow, just a few paces behind. His momentary lapse gave her the opening she needed—her blade lifted gracefully, yet lethally.

An awe-inspiring slash of blade light filled his vision, coming down upon him with terrifying force!

In that split second, Wang Teng’s mind was overcome with dread. His pupils constricted as his whole body tingled with paralysis from the sheer danger he sensed.

With no time to think, he raised his hands skyward, summoning a massive seal above his head. The moment it appeared, the very winds and clouds responded to its presence, a show of its immense power.

The Mystic Heaven Sect’s treasured artifact—Magnetic Earth Heart!

It was said that this artifact was forged by Mystic Heaven Sect’s founder, who had used the fire at the earth’s core to refine a rare magnetic iron over several years. He had then invited an array master to etch high-level arrays onto it, creating this powerful treasure.

The artifact’s strength was unparalleled, but Wang Teng hadn’t used it until now for two reasons: first, the moment he activated it, the sect would be alerted. Second, only the Mystic Heaven Sect’s patriarch could fully control its power. Wang Teng, despite his high status, could only wield a fraction of its might.

But now, with his life on the line, he had no choice.

Boom!

The blade light clashed with the seal, producing a deafening roar!

The chaotic shockwave that followed shattered several towering mountains, sending boulders flying in all directions.

The beasts hiding in the mountains quaked and cowered like ants, barely daring to breathe.

“Urgh!”

Wang Teng spat out a mouthful of blood, his face even paler than before. Activating the Magnetic Earth Heart had drained the vast majority of his strength.

After blocking her attack, he retracted the seal and, without a moment’s pause, continued his desperate escape.

“An artifact?”

The woman in white watched as he defended himself with the seal, blocking her attack without much effort. Her eyes gleamed with renewed interest as she pursued him even more relentlessly.

Run if you can, but escape is impossible!

After several more breaths of time passed, the distance between them closed even further, shrinking to only a couple of paces. She was now close enough to strike him.

“This is your doing!”

Wang Teng’s face twisted in fury and desperation.

With no other options, he had no choice but to risk it all, even if it meant damaging his foundation. The woman was clearly out to kill him, leaving him no room to bargain.

Just then, a massive spiritual ship appeared ahead, floating a short distance away.

Recognizing the ship’s grand size, he guessed its owner must belong to one of the major factions in the Northern Province.

A glimmer of hope flared in Wang Teng’s eyes as he sprinted toward the vessel, calling out for help.

“I am Wang Teng, heir of the Mystic Heaven Sect from the Eastern Wasteland! Esteemed elder on the spirit vessel, please, I beg you to lend me aid! I will be forever grateful!”

“Ah, a disciple of the Mystic Heaven Sect. Come aboard!”

A deep and kind voice echoed from the vessel.

Wang Teng’s heart swelled with relief. He hadn’t expected the ship’s owner to know of the Mystic Heaven Sect and even allow him on board, offering protection.

Just when he thought fate had given him a second chance, he ignored his wounds and pushed his speed to the limit. Within a few breaths, he reached the ship’s deck.

The woman in white halted her pursuit at the sight of him reaching the vessel, though she stood nearby, her voice laced with cold intent.

“Elder, this is a personal matter. Please, do not intervene.”

“As long as he stands upon my vessel, all fighting will cease,” came the calm voice from within the ship.

Wang Teng felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. “There are still good people in the world,” he thought.

“Oh, since you insist on protecting him, forgive my impudence.”

With that, the woman’s blade flashed.

A slash of unparalleled brilliance tore through the air, aiming straight at the vessel.

“Impudent!”

A rumbling voice echoed from within the ship, followed by a powerful surge of energy. It felt as if a radiant sun had risen from within, majestic and divine, casting its blazing light over everything.

Wang Teng sucked in a breath, his heart filled with awe.

The elder on the vessel was clearly a powerhouse of unfathomable depth!

This immense aura was something he’d only felt from the highest elders of the sect, perhaps even greater.

Feeling reassured, Wang Teng relaxed slightly. With such an expert on board, this deranged woman wouldn’t stand a chance.

In the next instant, a dazzling beam of light shot out from the ship, seemingly aimed at the woman’s blade. Wang Teng expected to see her sent flying, spitting blood from the impact.

But then, in a shocking twist, the radiant beam turned toward Wang Teng, crashing down upon him.

Wang Teng’s face drained of color as he sensed death’s approach. He desperately tried to summon the seal again, but his body was immobilized, crushed beneath an overwhelming force. All he could do was watch as the light engulfed him.

“No… I’m from the Mystic Heaven Sect…”

Wang Teng’s eyes went wide with horror as the immense pressure shattered his body, his flesh, skin, bones, and even his soul, disintegrating into nothingness. His vision darkened as he was drawn into endless oblivion.

“Master, did I do well?”

In his final moments, Wang Teng heard the soft voice of the woman in white.

Even in death, he was taunted.

“Cruel,” he thought bitterly, though nothing could prevent his utter annihilation.