Chapter 112: What Collection and Supplement? That’s Called the Yin-Yang Path
Roll.
One word left all the cultivators speechless.
Not only were Elder Yongning and Yuanming Daoist dumbfounded, but Hua Jianglian and Tang Yubbing also felt their hearts stop.
Big brother!
You want to die without saying anything, but do you have to make it a painful and messy goodbye?
You can’t even let someone chop you into minced meat for a nicer exit, right?
Even if you are a flamboyant suicide enthusiast.
Could you not drag us down into your despair?
We just want to die quietly and painlessly, not turned into dumpling filling!
Forget about them.
The two Sword Flower Palace disciples, Chun Lan and Qiu Ju, were also in a daze.
Since joining the Sword Flower Palace, they had never seen anyone dare to tell their palace master to roll.
After a long pause, Chun Lan finally snapped back to reality, her beautiful brows furrowed as she sternly questioned:
“How audacious! How dare you speak disrespectfully to our palace master?”
“I’m talking to your palace master,” Young Master Sang replied coldly.
“When did it become your place to interject, you blind little girl?” His icy gaze swept over Chun Lan.
“Do you know? I’ve already lost count of how many ill-mannered little girls like you I’ve eaten raw a thousand years ago.”
“Especially the younger, fair and delicious little girls… hehehe.”
The voice oozed with a sinister allure, and he even licked his lips in a disturbingly hungry manner.
Even Chun Lan trembled in fear, her pretty face turning pale as she let out a little gasp, almost hiding behind the carriage.
In the end, Gu Yingmian slowly spoke up:
“Your words have merit, esteemed friend; this is indeed a lapse in our manners.”
“I apologize on behalf of my disciple.”
“Since today isn’t suitable for a competition, I will take on the role of a guest and kindly ask you to continue the ceremony.”
Young Master Sang snorted coldly and turned his gaze to Tang Yubbing.
“What are you still dawdling for? Continue the ceremony.”
“Huh?” Tang Yubbing was frozen in fear, taking a long time to snap back before awkwardly laughing and saying:
“From this day forward, the Demon Cult officially announces its elevation to a Holy Land and will incorporate the lineage of the Water Moon Sect under its banner. The territory from the Water Moon Sect west to Demon Cultivation Mountain Gate will belong to the Demon Cult, and neighboring sects and families must not interfere, or it will be considered a declaration of war…”
While she awkwardly delivered the proclamation of elevation, Young Master Sang remained still, maintaining his aloof persona.
Outwardly calm, inside, he was a ball of nerves, sweating bullets behind his mask.
He could feel Gu Yingmian scrutinizing him from that unassuming carriage.
Petrified, he dared not break character for even a moment.
Not even caring about burning through his points.
He was genuinely afraid that any slip would expose him, and all his previous acting would be for naught.
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After what felt like an eternity of torment, Young Master Sang finally waited for the tedious ritual to conclude.
Before the eager crowd, Hua Jianglian officially elevated the Demon Cult to a Holy Land in front of countless cultivators.
And just like that, everyone could have left and returned to their lives.
Young Master Sang was looking forward to it.
Especially Gu Yingmian. He was hoping this woman would just vanish immediately.
But the more you dread something, the more it appears.
Just as several sect cultivators began to make their exit, Gu Yingmian suddenly turned to Young Master Sang and said:
“Demon Lord.”
“Although today is not suitable for a contest, I cannot simply return after coming all this way.”
With that statement, many who had planned to sneak away suddenly became interested and returned to their seats.
Young Master Sang felt like crying without tears.
Just when he thought he was about to be freed, why was she pulling another stunt?
But he had to maintain his facade of arrogance and said, “Then what do you want?”
“Why not we engage in a literary discussion today and save martial arts for another time?”
“I wonder what you think, esteemed friend?” Gu Yingmian’s tone was light.
Everyone’s eyes were back on Young Master Sang.
This time, her suggestion was reasonable, leaving Sang without a plausible excuse to refuse.
Here was a full-fledged sword immortal in the Great Ascendance stage, giving him the courtesy of sitting and witnessing the entire ceremony.
Now, she was merely asking to discuss ideas, if he refused, it would bring shame.
But how could Young Master Sang possibly engage in deep discourse?
As a Foundation Establishment little cultivator, he could hardly recognize the path home, let alone something profound.
He feigned nonchalance as he agreed, while his mind raced trying to think of how to navigate this dead end.
Gu Yingmian had already begun to speak lightly: “The path I follow is the pure Sword Path.”
“The Sword Path is pure and unyielding, unstoppable. I believe that only with pure intent and steadfast focus can the sword in hand be unbreakable…”
She went on and on about her insights into the Sword Path.
However, coming from a Great Ascendance sword cultivator, many cultivators in attendance were entranced and gained much from her words.
Young Master Sang, however, was mentally elsewhere, trying to mimic her speaking style and improve his own vocabulary.
At last, when she finished, Gu Yingmian asked sweetly: “May I inquire what path the Demon Lord has realized in the Great Ascendance stage?”
All eyes fixed expectantly on Young Master Sang.
Sang felt a bit anxious.
How could he possibly match the grandeur of her sword path? He had zero profound experiences to share, much less anything impressive.
It was a slip waiting to happen.
Could he just regurgitate some well-accepted nonsense from the past? He pondered briefly.
After a moment, he decided to take a gamble.
With everyone’s attention solely on him, Young Master Sang maintained a cold expression, emitted a lazily uninterested sigh, and said:
“My path isn’t that noble and dominating.”
“But rather, it’s the path of collection and supplement.”
Tang Yubbing: “?”
Hua Jianglian: “?”
A collective gasp from the cultivators: “?”
Gu Yingmian: “… Huh?”
“What’s wrong?” Young Master Sang sneered. “With the myriad of paths, are you all so disdainful of my path?”
“Hypocrites, disgusting.”
“Since we are Demon Cultivators, we should go all out in the pursuit of strength.”
He coldly stated, “Collection and supplementing Yin and Yang, balancing the two, is one of the keys of cultivation.”
“And the joys of bed, the pleasures of flesh can ensure we escape the long, dull loneliness of cultivation.”
“Not only can it enhance cultivation, but it also allows one to enjoy pleasures. Isn’t that a win-win situation?”
His tone dripped with disdain: “The most contemptible are those of you who spout such hypocritical ideals about self-restraint in the name of lofty principles.”
“Who among you, deep down, truly possesses a pure heart free of desires?”
He scanned Yuanming Daoist and Elder Yongning.
Both men were sweating profusely and silent.
“Why must cultivation be so tedious, so focused on suffering?”
“Why can’t one both enjoy oneself and strive for progress?”
“And what nonsense about cultivators being devoid of desires… Ridiculous!”
“Human desires are natural!” Young Master Sang’s voice rang out, firm and resolute.
“As long as one gains strength, the choice of the path is theirs alone.”
“Do you all have objections?” His gaze swept across the audience with an imposing indifference.
In an instant, all those present were left in stunned silence.
