Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 831: Win-Win-Win-Win Situation

After Meng Jingzhou announced the rules of the tournament, a deathly silence fell over Luotian Forest. The crowd resembled a pack of wolves in the night, their gleaming green eyes fixed upon Lu Yang, who was bound to the chair.

Under their gazes, Lu Yang’s scalp tingled. Seeing a flurry of invitations pile up on a table in the Meng Estate was one thing; having those invitations replaced by a dense crowd of real people standing before him was entirely another matter.

Shifu, just how many people did you provoke in the imperial city? You’re at the Transcendent Tribulation Stage now. Why are you not rushing over to deal with these enemies?

In this perilous cultivation world, decisiveness and ruthlessness were necessary for self-preservation.

Meng Jingyu sat among the treetops. On her left was a plate of fruits transported from the East Sea and pastries from Heavenly Fragrance Restaurant. On her right was juice extracted from fruits shipped from the Demon Region. These were her compensation for her hard work in tying up Lu Yang, packaging him into an exquisite box, and tossing it at the opportune moment.

She watched the scene below with keen interest. This is much more interesting than cultivation or studying.

According to Elder Brother, letting me witness how cultivators fight will be greatly beneficial for my future cultivation.

Even if Father asks, I can say “true knowledge comes from real application.”

At the thought of this, she continued watching gleefully. Doing something like this for the first time was thrilling.

“Lu Yang is right here! Why bother with a tournament? Everyone, let’s rush at him together!” someone in the crowd shouted. He bore his family’s hopes and needed to wash away his past shame. He had no time for such drawn-out nonsense.

“Lu Yang is my future big brother. I’d like to see who dares lay a hand on him!” another person in the crowd yelled. He also bore his family’s hopes and wanted to acknowledge Lu Yang as his big brother to lower the Taciturn Daoist Priest’s seniority.

“Rushing at him together isn’t real skill; it’s an unfair victory. Defeating Lu Yang one-on-one is the proper way!”

“Nonsense! You’re at the Divine Transfiguration Stage; of course, you have the face to say you can fight him one-on-one. Lower yourself to the Nascent Soul Stage and try fighting Lu Yang!”

“Calm down, everyone, calm down.” Meng Jingzhou had anticipated such a situation. “If anyone dares to make a scene again, I, on behalf of the Meng Family, will announce that your family is our Meng Family’s best business partner!”

Meng Jingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the crowd below. Wherever his gaze swept across, people lowered their heads and didn’t dare to meet his eyes, fearful of becoming the Meng Family’s business partner.

“That’s more like it. No more objections, right? If there are no objections, let’s get ready for the tournament.”

In fact, the crowd was quite willing to have a tournament. The imperial city was huge, and they rarely had the chance to gather for one-on-one combat. Those who dared to challenge Lu Yang in teams had confidence in their own cultivation; they weren’t the type who purely relied on mountains of pills to forcefully raise their cultivation. If they left the imperial city and joined a sect, they would be accepted by first-class or even S-class sects.

“Come on, come on, let’s start drawing lots.” Meng Jingzhou brought out a large box containing pairs of number plates. Those who picked the same number would be opponents.

The box had been treated to block probing, preventing any cheating through spiritual consciousness.

The group of scions obediently lined up according to Meng Jingzhou’s instructions and drew lots, praying they would be matched up with weaker opponents.

Some were joyful, some were worried, and some had absolute confidence in their strength, believing they wouldn’t lose.

“Oh no, my opponent is Sun Chuanxian!” someone paled, aware that he couldn't defeat his opponent.

Sun Chuanxian,[1] son of the Minister of Works and one of the Imperial City’s Four Young Masters, was renowned for his martial prowess.

After Sun Chuanxian received his number plate, he didn’t even look to see who his opponent was.

My cultivation was achieved completely through diligent practice, without relying on pills. In terms of cultivation, few present are qualified to be my opponent. I believe I will definitely win in the end and become Lu Yang’s opponent!

“An Nan’er is here too?”

Yet another unfortunate soul was matched against one of the select few with the strongest cultivation among the imperial city’s younger generation.

An Nan’er was the granddaughter of the Nation-Stabilizing Duke. Legend had it that unnatural phenomena appeared at her birth, and had the Nation-Stabilizing Duke not intervened, the entire imperial city might have been engulfed by the unnatural phenomena.

Apart from her, there were also Luo Wushang[2]—son of the Minister of War, hailed as peerless in both civil and martial arts—and Zhong Yi—son of the Central Secretariat, meticulous in his thoughts, and said to be someone who could obtain anything he desired.

Sun Chuanxian’s match concluded swiftly. He condensed a frost dragon, which exhaled its icy breath, freezing his opponent into an ice block before tossing him out of the arena.

Ning Fan was the son of the Grand Imperial Censor. Watching Sun Chuanxian fight so cleanly and efficiently, he looked up at the sky. It seems unlikely that things will play out to the end.

Setting aside the final prize being Lu Yang, Sun Chuanxian had bullied Ning Fan several times in the past by relying on his fighting prowess. Ning Fan would have liked to defeat Sun Chuanxian, but unfortunately, his strength didn’t permit it.

“Ning Fan, do you want to win?” Meng Jingzhou quietly approached Ning Fan with a smile.

“Eldest Young Master Meng, what advice do you have?”

“Advice is too strong a word. I have a little item here that might be of help.”

“What little item?”

Meng Jingzhou whipped out a small wooden puppet from behind his back. It was three inches tall, neither sanded nor painted with a face, and looked extremely crudely made.

“This is a wooden puppet I just plucked from a tree. For your next match against Sun Chunxian, you don’t need to lift a finger. Just throw out this puppet, and it will fight for you. This puppet can exhibit a cultivation realm similar to yours, so it doesn’t violate the rules. Well, do you want it?”

“There’s such a good thing?” Ning Fan was overjoyed.

“Five hundred thousand spirit stones for a single rental.”

“So expensive?” Ning Fan was startled. Unlike Li Zhuo, he came from a family with an especially strict upbringing and didn’t have that many spirit stones.

“Perfect, it just so happens that we also offer lending services here.” This was the Meng Family’s main business. Meng Jingzhou deftly pulled out a pouch of storage rings containing high-grade spirit stones, along with a loan contract.

“Considering we’re acquainted, the annual interest is only ten percent. Not too much, right?”

“Umm...”

“Aiya, you’re on the verge of breaking through to the Divine Transfiguration Stage. Once you reach the Divine Transfiguration Stage, won’t you be able to come up with five hundred thousand spirit stones?” Meng Jingzhou wasn’t scamming Ning Fan. Upon reaching the Divine Transfiguration Stage, families would confer rewards, with the lowest being five hundred thousand spirit stones.

“I’ll buy it!” Ning Fan acquiesced through gritted teeth, borrowing five hundred thousand from Meng Jingzhou and handing over another five hundred thousand to rent the small wooden puppet.

“Can this thing really fight?” Ning Fan skeptically looked at the small puppet he was carrying, not feeling it was particularly powerful.

“What are you saying? I, Meng Jingzhou, may have a bad reputation, but I’ve never sold fake goods.”

Ning Fan rummaged through his memories. It’s true.

Soon, the first round ended, and it was time for Ning Fan’s match against Sun Chuanxian.

Everyone was aware of Sun Chuanxian’s prowess and had no confidence in Ning Fan.

To their surprise, once the match began, Ning Fan didn’t cast any offensive or defensive spells. Instead, he threw out a small wooden puppet.

The three-inch-tall puppet brandished a wooden sword, emitting “he-he, haha” sounds, as if it was trying to intimidate Sun Chuanxian.

Seeing this, Sun Chuanxian roared with laughter, utterly unimpressed.

Suddenly, the puppet slashed out with a terrifying sword qi, startling Sun Chuanxian into retreating a step backward while blocking with his ice dragon, narrowly avoiding injury.

Sun Chuanxian acted as though he was facing a formidable enemy and adopted a battle-ready stance, no longer daring to underestimate the little wooden puppet.

On the stage, Lu Yang focused intently on controlling the puppet to fight Sun Chuanxian.

This small wooden puppet was something he had created using a wooden clone and Shrinking Earth To Inches. As a prize of my stature, earning a little extra income isn’t going overboard, right? This was why he had discussed and arranged this with Meng Jingzhou. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Sun Chuanxian got to fight Lu Yang as he wished.

Ning Fan could defeat Sun Chuanxian.

Lu Yang earned five hundred thousand spirit stones by renting himself out.

Meng Jingzhou obtained a debt note of five hundred thousand spirit stones.

This was a win-win-win-win situation.

1. The name “Chuanxian” can somewhat be translated as “summoning immortals.” ☜

2. “Wushuang” literally means peerless in Chinese. ☜