I am cultivating demon from Xiao'ao wrold, and started by pressing my mistress! - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Huang Rong: “I was only willing the first time.”

Such speed—no wonder so-called orthodox immortal sects shunned the Hehuan Immortal Sect!

Wang Xuan smiled.

At this realm, he could finally use some secret techniques from the Hehuan Sacred Canon!

Like the cauldron forging technique!

Just then, a whooshing sound came from behind!

Killing intent!

It was Huang Rong!

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“I’m sorry!

Brother Jing… I’ve been defiled!”

Huang Rong collapsed onto the ground, limp and powerless, tears welling in her eyes yet refusing to fall.

The woman once hailed as the female Zhuge Liang of the martial world—sharp-witted and brilliant—found her mind utterly blank in this moment.

She was completely at a loss.

The first thought after regaining clarity was a single word: suicide!

She couldn’t bear to face Brother Jing alive after this.

But… there was still one thing left to do before dying.

Kill the witness.

Huang Rong turned her head and looked at Wang Xuan, who stood not far away.

Only the dead keep secrets.

Only this way could she offer some form of explanation to Brother Jing.

With the antidote now thoroughly absorbed, the aphrodisiac poison in her body had been purged. After a brief meditation, she regained a sliver of her internal energy.

Fueled by the murderous intent in her heart, she spotted the jade hairpin lying on the ground from their earlier chaos.

Then, she struck with her palm.

The jade hairpin instantly became a concealed weapon, shooting straight toward Wang Xuan!

In the next second, Huang Rong’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Because—right in front of Wang Xuan—there seemed to be an invisible barrier of energy. The jade hairpin collided with it and dropped harmlessly to the floor.

“You… you…”

Huang Rong was stunned. She couldn’t believe it—this man… was a xiāntiān (先天) level martial artist!

Then, it dawned on her.

How could he possibly be an ordinary person?

She had acted impulsively—and miscalculated!

Huang Rong let out a bitter laugh, raising her snowy-white neck in resignation.

Since my sneak attack failed, he’ll surely kill me now.

And that was fine.

She had planned to end her life anyway. If he did it, at least it would save her the effort.

But after waiting in silence with her eyes closed, nothing happened.

She opened her eyes, only to find Wang Xuan squatting right in front of her, looking at her with a deep, unreadable gaze.

Her first thought was—Could it be… he’s still not done with me?!

At that thought, a strange itch crawled up her body.

Damn aphrodisiac!

Why hasn’t it fully worn off yet?!

She snorted coldly, intending to provoke him with a reverse-psychology tactic. She said:

“One day, I will kill you!”

To that, Wang Xuan merely smiled.

If you dare raise a hand against me, you’d better be ready for the consequences.

Woman or not.

But honestly, to simply kill a woman like Huang Rong would be an unforgivable waste.

He reached out and gently lifted her smooth, snowy chin, then smiled and said:

“Just now, I did feel a bit guilty, wondering if maybe I’d gone too far. But since you feel this way, I don’t feel bad at all anymore.”

Hearing that, Huang Rong was momentarily stunned.

“Too far”… you mean… bumping into me all night long?!

No. Wait. That’s not… what you meant, right?!

“You…?” Huang Rong’s eyes widened, full of confusion.

For the first time, a trace of fear stirred in her heart.

From childhood, she had rarely known fear.

And now, having even prepared to die, what was left to be afraid of?

Yet somehow… this man’s smile sent a cold shiver down her spine.

Her instincts screamed at her: Something is very, very wrong here.

But Wang Xuan didn’t explain.  Besides, she’d figure it out soon enough.

“Madam Guo, you were the one who pounced on me. Now you want to kill me? Isn’t that a little unreasonable?”

“I…”

Huang Rong wanted to say it was because she’d been poisoned—and that she was only willing the first time.

But just as the words reached her lips… she swallowed them back down.

“I’m going outside to check something.”

Wang Xuan’s sudden remark made Huang Rong pause—then her expression shifted.

Someone was approaching from outside!

She was too drained to sense it—her martial strength had all but vanished.

And now another question rose in her heart.

Is Wang Xuan truly only at the xiāntiān level?

Martial cultivation was divided into hòutiān (后天), xiāntiān (先天), zōngshī (宗师), and dà zōngshī (大宗师).

It was rumored that above even them stood the legendary lùdì shénxiān (陆地神仙)—the “Earthbound Immortals.”

Wang Xuan looked so young…

And yet is already a xiāntiān master?

What sect is he from? What power lies behind him?

Huang Rong was overwhelmed with questions.

But for now, the most urgent task was to get dressed.

Even though her clothes were ripped, it was still better than being completely naked.

As she glanced around in a rush, she saw Wang Xuan pick up something from the ground—

Her Dog-Beating Staff.

It was the symbol of her position as leader of the Beggar’s Sect!

And this man was casually carrying it out in the open?!

Wouldn’t that tell everyone what had just happened between us?!

Huang Rong wanted to shout for him to stop—but it was too late.

Wang Xuan stepped outside the broken temple.

There, he spotted a tall, skinny man sneaking closer with a shifty expression. His mouth bore a sparse moustache, and his face was full of perverted glee.

Instantly, Wang Xuan felt disgust.

The man’s eyes lit up when he saw the Dog-Beating Staff in Wang Xuan’s hand. He shouted: “Boy! Who are you?! Why do you have Madam Guo’s Dog-Beating Staff?!”

Wang Xuan didn’t answer. Instead, he asked:

“And who are you?”

The thin man snorted and marched forward, raising his voice:

“I’m here on Elder Lu of the Beggar’s Sect’s orders! I have urgent matters to report to Madam Guo!”

As his words ended, the man had already come close to Wang Xuan.

Inside the temple, Huang Rong, tying her waistband, peeked through the door crack. The moment she saw the man’s face, her eyes flew wide.

She recognized him.

“Watch out! That’s Yun Zhonghe—one of the Four Villains!”

She didn’t even know why she warned him.

But as soon as she spoke, Yun Zhonghe dropped the act. He struck like a clawed beast toward Wang Xuan, snarling:

“Bastard! I went through hell to poison her, and you got the fruit?! Die!”

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Footnotes

1. 炉鼎 (lúdǐng)– “Furnace cauldron.” In xianxia or cultivation fiction, this term refers to someone (usually female) used to boost a male cultivator’s power through intimate dual cultivation. It often implies exploitation or manipulation.
2. 四大恶人 (sì dà èrén)– “The Four Villains.” A recurring concept in wuxia, referring to four infamous martial artists known for their cruelty, cunning, or depravity.
3. 打狗棒 (dǎ gǒu bàng)– “Dog-Beating Staff.” A symbolic weapon of authority within the Beggar’s Sect in Jin Yong’s wuxia novels, specifically associated with the sect leader.