Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Most Terrifying Thing for Master Yu Xia
“…What is this?”
Master Yu Xia furrowed her brows, maintaining her composure.
“This? It’s called the Dissipation Pill.”
Young Master Sang casually spoke up, “It’s quite simple and straightforward— it can make the spiritual energy you’ve painstakingly gathered in your dantian disperse back into the heavens and earth.”
At that moment, Master Yu Xia’s body trembled slightly.
“I know. Master Yu Xia is proud and believes herself to be a rare talent in cultivation, looking down on everyone as a Crossing Tribulation Stage cultivator.”
Young Master Sang continued slowly, “You think as long as you’re still Master Yu Xia, there’s nothing in this world that you deem worthy.”
“I understand.”
“Those show-off villains have this mentality.”
“But what you don’t know is that the righteous side also enjoys the arrogance of villains.”
“Because the more arrogant they are, the more superficial they become, all flash and no substance.”
“The more arrogant they are, when that little bit of laughable pride is pierced and torn apart—”
“…the more miserable they become.” Young Master Sang smiled slowly.
Saying this, he lifted Master Yu Xia’s chin and shoved the pill into her mouth.
“Stop! How dare you… Mmm!”
Despite Master Yu Xia’s rare struggle, the pill melted immediately.
Almost instantly, she felt her formerly locked spiritual energy painfully dissolve like a fire extinguished by water.
“You! What have you done!?” she shouted angrily, a mixture of shock and fury.
“I know you’re anxious.”
“But listen to me, don’t rush.” Young Master Sang smiled, “The effect of the Dissipation Pill isn’t as powerful as you think.”
“A single pill can only dissolve a small amount of your spiritual cultivation. For a mighty Crossing Tribulation Stage cultivator like you, it’s just a drop in the bucket.”
“To completely dissolve a Crossing Tribulation cultivator’s cultivation, you’d need to eat Dissipation Pills for at least a month.”
“Funny enough,” he suddenly grinned, “we have exactly a month’s supply in the Demon Cult.”
Master Yu Xia glared coldly at him, her body trembling.
It seemed like for the first time, she showed fear.
“Aren’t you the most proud of your cultivation?”
“Let me tell you a secret.”
Young Master Sang leaned in closer and whispered, “The reason I’m so efficient at interrogation is that I know how to target the right issues.”
“The more afraid you are of losing something, the more I’ll take it from you.”
“You have a month.”
“Every day, you’ll watch your most prized cultivation slowly dissipate within you.”
“I wonder if you’ll be able to maintain your composure when everything you’ve worked hard for over the years vanishes into nothing.”
Master Yu Xia fell silent.
She took a deep breath, forcing her trembling body to calm.
Her eyes locked onto Young Master Sang with the intensity of a viper.
“Young Master Sang,” she said through gritted teeth.
“I will make you regret ever coming to this world.”
“Then you’d better get to work.” Young Master Sang turned and waved his hand.
Leaving behind Master Yu Xia’s resentful glare.
…
After leaving the prison, Young Master Sang saw Nian Nian suddenly manifest beside him.
“Why don’t you just cripple her dantian directly?”
“That would be boring.”
Young Master Sang shook his head slowly: “If I just crippled her dantian, that would mean taking away her possibility of cultivating again.”
“That would mean completely ruining her.”
“But pure despair isn’t the most painful thing.”
“…It’s insignificant hope that truly is.”
Young Master Sang spoke softly: “What Yu Xia cares about most is her cultivation, her only source of pride.”
“Completely destroying her dantian would only turn her into a waste, it wouldn’t have any effect on breaking her.”
“The real fear is watching her most cherished thing dissipate bit by bit, while she is powerless to stop it.”
“Once she truly loses her cultivation, that’s when she’ll start to miss the days of having it and will do anything to get it back.”
“That’s when she’ll be at her weakest.”
Nian Nian glanced at Young Master Sang casually.
“You really understand.”
“Because I’ve experienced it.”
Young Master Sang thought for a moment and smiled.
He didn’t say that out loud.
“Let’s go.”
He stretched lazily, “Next, let’s find a random place to slack off—”
Suddenly, the Communication Device shook violently.
Young Master Sang looked puzzled as he answered the call, a dissatisfied and loud voice came through:
“Sang! Zhe!”
“Aren’t you supposed to be back at the company since your leave is over?”
“Ah… Yes, Sect Leader, I’m at the company—”
“Then why haven’t you come to clean up the place! It’s like a pigsty here!”
Hua Jianglian’s voice was so loud it almost made Young Master Sang deaf.
He could only hang up reluctantly and sighed.
Great.
Being a worker is tough.
——
——
Making his way smoothly to Hua Jianglian’s room.
As soon as he stepped inside, he was shocked by the mountains of trash and bags.
…What on earth.
I only left a week ago, and it turned into a garbage dump?
Behind the pile of trash, Hua Jianglian slowly poked her little head out from a chair.
She rested her chin on the back of the chair, a melancholic expression on her face as she pouted:
“It’s all your fault for suddenly taking a week off, we don’t even know where you went.”
“With all this garbage, it’s starting to stink!”
Well, why don’t you clean it up yourself? Young Master Sang thought to himself.
“Cough, I’m sorry.”
Young Master Sang didn’t hesitate, rolling up his sleeves and started cleaning up the room.
I have to admit, Hua Jianglian’s talent for creating trash is truly exaggerated.
Even with Young Master Sang’s quick hands, it took him over half an hour.
Cleaning trash, folding bedding, putting away clothes, opening windows for ventilation…
Throughout the process, Hua Jianglian just quietly curled up in her chair.
Her body was really small, and once she curled up like that, she was like a little cat, not easy to spot.
While Young Master Sang busied himself, Hua Jianglian kept her head down, reading comics.
Although she occasionally stole a glance at the busy Young Master Sang.
But just a quick glance before looking away.
…
“All cleaned up.” Young Master Sang wiped his sweat.
Looking at the freshly tidied room, he felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.
Hua Jianglian seemed satisfied and nodded, then slowly lifted one alluring white foot like ice cream from the chair.
“Lick it.”
“I said I don’t want that kind of perverse reward!”
Young Master Sang groaned and sighed: “Next time, if you need someone to clean up, please let me know in advance. You have so much trash, I might not even move it all in one trip.”
“…Oh.”
Hua Jianglian curled up in her chair and sneaked a glance at him.
After a moment, in a voice as soft as a mosquito, mumbled:
“…Next time, I’ll try to create less trash.”
Young Master Sang: “? Did the Sect Leader just say something?”
“No, you heard wrong! Hurry and get off work!”
