After Forcibly Taking The Beautiful, Powerful, And Tragic Demon Lord As A Concubine - Chapter 11

“Beg me.”

Rong Yaowei said these words with such utter pettiness and malice.

He was so contemptible that even someone as good-natured as Lin Xueqing couldn’t bear it anymore; he wanted to kick him right then and there!

However, though Lin Xueqing was furious, he remained rational.

On his way over, he had briefly analyzed the situation and asked the servants a few questions about this Rong Yaowei’s background.

It was exactly as he expected.

His background was indeed significant, but not overwhelmingly so. The real trouble was that Rong Yaowei was a cultivator at the seventh level of Foundation Building, while he himself was only at the meager third level of Foundation Building.

If this were the modern world, Lin Xueqing wouldn’t be afraid of him at all. Men are men; who’s afraid of whom?

But this was the cultivation world! A world where cultivators could soar through the heavens, burrow into the earth, and summon wind and rain.

Leaving aside the fact that Lin Xueqing still hadn’t figured out how to use spiritual energy, even if he did know, he couldn’t possibly defeat someone at the seventh level.

Of course, Lin Xueqing couldn’t let Ye Mingjing go up and fight him. If they actually fought, Rong Yaowei wouldn’t be the only one who ended up dead.

After thinking it over, Lin Xueqing decided not to fall for his trap. He glanced at the Life-and-Death Contract by Ye Mingjing’s hand, and after confirming that only Ye Mingjing’s name was written on it, he spoke decisively:

“Rong Yaowei, stop talking nonsense. A Life-and-Death Contract with only one person’s name doesn’t count.”

Rong Yaowei, naturally, would not let it go: “As long as I want to, I can write mine on at any time.”

Lin Xueqing narrowed his eyes threateningly: “I dare you!”

“Why wouldn’t I dare?”

Rong Yaowei grew more spirited. Seeing Lin Xueqing’s reaction made him certain that the other man didn’t dare to step onto the arena to compete with him. He was determined to win back the face he had lost.

Thus, he gave a sinister grin: “How about you bring that paper over here and see if I dare?”

“What, are you scared? Or does your heart ache for him?”

Rong Yaowei’s expression became exaggerated as he intentionally pinched his voice into a high-pitched squeak: “Oh heavens, it’s simply lethal! My little concubine only has one arm lef—”

The word “arm” never left his mouth.

Bang!

A flash of golden light pierced through the air.

Everyone focused their eyes and discovered that a spirit stone had been hurled from Lin Xueqing’s direction.

The spirit stone came too fast and too suddenly. Even though Rong Yaowei’s cultivation was higher than Lin Xueqing’s, he failed to dodge it.

Rong Yaowei was hit squarely.

Blood immediately blossomed from the center of his brow. The crimson blood trickled down from the wound, making him look incredibly pathetic.

Rong Yaowei was, naturally, exploding with rage. But before he could unleash his anger, Lin Xueqing had already turned around and walked up to the cultivator guarding the arena. He demanded a Life-and-Death Contract and heavily signed his own name alongside Rong Yaowei’s.

“Get up here. See if I don’t beat you to death today.”

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

It took a long time for the crowd to gradually snap out of it. Seeing that Lin Xueqing and Rong Yaowei were actually about to fight, the onlookers realized things were going south and began shouting from below the stage.

“Young Master, don’t!”

“Young Master Rong, you absolutely mustn’t be impulsive!”

The two people on the stage were agitated, but the onlookers still had their wits about them.

Both of them were high-ranking figures of the Alchemy Sect. Once they truly started fighting, a minor scuffle was one thing, but if either of them got seriously injured, how would they explain it to their respective families?

Especially since the difference in their cultivation was too vast.

Rong Yaowei was practically the strongest among his peers. As for Lin Xueqing… he was only at the third level of Foundation Building, and a “vain” third level at that, propped up by medicinal pills. How could he possibly defeat Rong Yaowei?

Consequently, the people from the Cheng Tian Valley below the stage were particularly anxious.

Lin Hai shouted from below: “Cousin, come down quickly! You can’t beat him!”

Lin Xueqing kept a cold face, unmoved: “I won’t. He insulted me so much, and he insulted the Honorable One too. If I don’t teach him a lesson, I won’t be able to swallow this anger today no matter what.”

Lin Hai was going crazy with worry: “Oh, my dear cousin… why are you showing off? If Aunt finds out, I’ll be punished again!”

Lin Xueqing still didn’t budge, only saying: “Don’t worry, I’ll explain it to my mother myself. I won’t let it involve any of you.”

Lin Hai: “…” He felt like he was about to cry.

Of course, Rong Yaowei’s people were also trying to persuade him.

“Young Master, Young Master, think twice! Young Master Lin probably can’t even take a few of your punches!”

“That’s right, if something actually happens to him…”

Rong Yaowei, of course, didn’t move either: “The Life-and-Death Contract is signed. If his skills are inferior to mine, who can he blame? Besides, he’s the one who wanted to stand up for his crippled little concubine.”

“You’re still talking!”

Lin Xueqing was fuming. Disregarding everything, he threw a punch straight at him.

However, Rong Yaowei had learned his lesson after being blindsided by the spirit stone. With a slight turn of his body, he seemed to float in the air, silkily dodging Lin Xueqing’s fist.

Not only that, he quickly and precisely grabbed Lin Xueqing’s fist.

“This punch is a bit slow. With this kind of amateur skill, you won’t be able to teach me a lesson.”

Lin Xueqing: “..”

It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts!

Dammit, why does it hurt so much? Are this kid’s fingers made of pliers? How could he grip so painfully?

Lin Xueqing had certainly been in fights before. His parents died early, and he had dropped out of school young to pull his younger brother and sister along, drifting through society. To protect himself and his siblings, fighting was unavoidable.

But that kind of fighting was different from the fighting before him now.

In the past, fighting was physical—fist against fist, foot against foot, and if all else failed, one could even use their teeth. But now, he threw a punch, and the other person restrained him with just two fingers. How was he supposed to fight?

But Lin Xueqing was naturally someone who refused to lose.

With his fist blocked, he used his foot. While Rong Yaowei was still gloating, Lin Xueqing suddenly lunged forward with a kick.

But…

Rong Yaowei used that strange footwork again and dodged the kick.

“Is this all you’ve got?” Rong Yaowei laughed loudly. “You’re no good, Lin Xueqing!”

Lin Xueqing gritted his teeth: “Shut up, take another punch!”

Of course, while saying this, Lin Xueqing was screaming frantically in his heart: You damn spiritual power, come out for me right now!

He didn’t regret accepting Rong Yaowei’s duel. His only regret was not taking the time over the past few days to adapt to his identity as a cultivator.

He could only blame himself. Logically, after arriving in this cultivation world and escaping immediate mortal danger, the first thing he should have done was confirm his own strength.

The original owner of the body might have been “trash,” but he was still a Foundation Building cultivator. In the world of The Primordial Daoist, the cultivation and combat systems weren’t excessively inflated. Therefore, compared to an ordinary person, the Foundation Building stage was already a very rare level of achievement.

At the very least, simple things like rapid movement, leaping into the air, and moving objects from a distance should be possible for someone at the Foundation Building stage. If it were a Foundation Building disciple from the Sword Sect, they would be even more formidable, capable of flying on a sword.

Lin Xueqing was a disciple of the Alchemy Sect. The Alchemy Sect focused on pill refining, so they weren’t as fierce as Sword Sect disciples. But the third level of Foundation Building was definitely not at the level he was currently displaying.

In other words, as long as he learned how to use the spiritual energy in his body, he could at least trade a few blows with Rong Yaowei, unlike now…

“Cousin, watch out!” Lin Hai cried out from below the stage.

It turned out that Rong Yaowei had struck while Lin Xueqing was momentarily distracted!

When a seventh-level Foundation Building cultivator moved, the speed was anything but ordinary. To a normal person, Rong Yaowei’s movements were so fast they left afterimages, like a bolt of lightning.

With such speed, if Lin Xueqing didn’t mobilize his spiritual energy, he wouldn’t be able to dodge at all. He could only retreat backward as fast as he could.

But the arena was only so big; where could he hide?

In the blink of an eye, Rong Yaowei’s sharp punch was almost upon him. Lin Xueqing’s body was pressed against the edge of the arena, with nowhere left to run.

However, at the very moment the force of the punch was about to land on him, a familiar voice rang out abruptly:

“East.”

Faster than it can be told, Lin Xueqing used all the strength in his body to roll toward the east. The next second, everyone heard a thunderous BOOM—

Rong Yaowei’s fist slammed into the western side, smashing a massive hole into it.

Lin Xueqing: “….”

If that punch had landed on him, it probably would have knocked his heart, liver, and lungs right out of him! Terrifying!

Rong Yaowei, however, was quite dissatisfied: “Why is there outside coaching?”

“…None of your business.” Lin Xueqing regained his senses with lingering fear; his back was already completely soaked with cold sweat.

Below the stage, Feng Ruyu looked in astonishment at the man sitting in the wheelchair beside him.

If he hadn’t misheard, that word just now had definitely been spoken by Ye Mingjing. But given what he knew of Ye Mingjing, how could that be?

Ye Mingjing was like a dead man—his personality was as cold as ice. Toward the weak, his attitude had always been that their deaths weren’t worth pitying, and he wouldn’t waste a shred of his energy on them.

Back then, when Feng Ruhui trained under him, who knows how much hardship he suffered. Of course, for those on the path of cultivation, especially the Way of the Sword, it was impossible not to suffer. Help from others was minimal; one basically relied entirely on their own comprehension.

But… why was this logic different for this kid Lin Xueqing? Could he have misheard?

Feng Ruyu rubbed his ears, still unable to believe that Ye Mingjing had spoken that word.

However, Feng Ruyu soon realized his own narrow-mindedness. Because more words were following in quick succession.

“Settle your breath in the Dantian; hold the origin and guard the one.”

Feng Ruyu: “?”

Lin Xueqing on the stage: QAQ

Help! What does he do if he doesn’t understand what “holding the origin and guarding the one” means? Will Ye Mingjing think he’s stupid?

However, while he didn’t understand “holding the origin,” he did understand “settling the breath in the Dantian.” Anyone who often read cultivation novels knew that the Dantian was roughly located below the navel.

Thus, Lin Xueqing took a deep breath.

Inhale, keep inhaling!

Until that breath was drawn down to roughly below his navel, suddenly—he understood!

So, this was spiritual energy.

The place where the Dantian was located felt like it had a vortex, absorbing all the air he breathed in. When he wanted to exhale that breath again, the air expelled from the vortex had undergone a world-shaking transformation compared to the original air.

It was a very subtle feeling, difficult to describe with words. But if he had to describe it, Lin Xueqing felt that the air processed by the Dantian vortex was “slipperier.”

The metaphor might not be quite right, but that’s what Lin Xueqing thought at the moment. Small, slippery snake-like wisps of air slipped out of the vortex, sliding into his limbs, meridians, and blood.

When they passed through a certain spot, if Lin Xueqing shouted “Stop!” in his heart, the little snakes would obediently stop and coil in place.

At that moment, the place where the little snakes stayed felt an unprecedented surge of power, warm and comforting.

If he wanted to use force now—for instance, right now—he let that energy stay at the soles of his feet. Then, he only needed to push off the ground lightly—

“Holy crap, I’m flying!”