After Provoking the Crazy Overpowered Protagonist, the Vicious Bottom’s Plans Failed - Chapter 1

Yuxian Sect, Piao Miao Mountain.

The crisp sound of a whip tearing through the air rang out, and the birds were startled into flight. A figure clad in coarse hemp clothes was sent flying, their body slamming into the ground with a heavy thud that kicked up clouds of dust.

The cultivator collapsed on the ground and tilted his head to cough up a mouthful of thick blood. On his back, a gruesome whip mark was bloody and exposed, with a wound so deep that it nearly showed the bone.

“Well hit!” someone cheered. “A mere outer disciple daring to steal spiritual herbs from the Junior Brother’s courtyard? You must be tired of living.”

Several steps above the scene, a group of cultivators crowded together. At the center of their circle stood a gorgeous youth dressed in vibrant red. The youth had delicate brows, curved eyes, red lips, and white teeth. Between his brows was an arrogance that could not be concealed. His slender fingers gripped a black and red long whip. His flowing black hair was adorned with jewels and jade, and his magnificent red clothes were as dazzling as fire. He was exceptionally eye-catching and stood out completely.

This person was none other than the “Little Junior Brother” whom the cultivators spoke of. He was the Young Sect Leader of the Yuxian Sect, Xian Yuzhu.

Facing the flattery of his fellow senior brothers, Xian Yuzhu offered no special reaction. From beginning to end, he sat on a high chair covered in snow-white fox fur with his slender legs crossed, looking completely unconcerned. Only when the voices around him grew too loud did he lazily lift his eyelids, revealing a hint of impatience in his shimmering peach-blossom eyes.

“Shut up. Do not be so noisy,” he commanded.

As the pampered Little Junior Brother of the Yuxian Sect and a world-renowned genius of the cultivation world, Xian Yuzhu’s temper had always been mercurial. He could be smiling one moment and swinging a whip into someone’s face the next. Therefore, even when facing his fellow sect members, Xian Yuzhu did not offer them a kind expression. In his heart, he felt that these “favored sons of heaven,” who appeared high and mighty to outsiders, were actually no different from dogs by the roadside. They only knew how to revolve around him while enduring his hits and curses, which he found incredibly annoying.

That being said, if a day ever came where he was truly no longer the center of attention, Xian Yuzhu’s vain nature would likely cause him to cry from pure rage.

“And you, Senior Brother,” Xian Yuzhu said as he rose lazily. He used the handle of his whip to push against the chest of a cultivator in front of him and said with a beaming smile, “Please move. Do not block my way.”

As a fragrant scent wafted toward him, the cultivator’s face instantly flushed red, and he stepped aside in a daze. Seeing this, Xian Yuzhu rolled his eyes internally. He thought to himself that the man was a useless and lowly person.

He walked unhurriedly to the bottom of the steps. The disciple who had been whipped away by Xian Yuzhu was currently lying wretchedly on the ground with a bloody back. When he looked up at Xian Yuzhu, his eyes held a trace of terror.

“Tsk, look at you,” Xian Yuzhu gave a light sneer and looked down. His beautiful face held no mercy as he said slowly, “You are just a lowly ant, yet you dared to steal my things. Who exactly gave you the courage?”

Under the disciple’s timid gaze, Xian Yuzhu lifted his foot. The snow-white sole of his boot stepped precisely onto the man’s head and ground down heavily several times. His movements were blatant. As he lifted his leg, his hemline slid aside, allowing everyone to see the figure hidden beneath his clothes clearly.

Xian Yuzhu was not very tall. His physique had the beautiful, lean elegance unique to youths. Because he disliked exercise, he had no obvious muscle. His shoulders were narrow and thin, and his waist was so slender that it seemed one could wrap their hands around it. Yet, below that enviable thin waist, his form was not as flat as people might imagine. On the contrary, he was quite full and eye-catching, capable of filling out even loose immortal robes into a beautiful curve.

Beneath the wind-blown hem were a pair of long, jade-like legs. His slender, straight calves were encased in pure white silk trousers. The slippery material clung tightly to the curves of his skin, though his thighs were notably more plush. If Xian Yuzhu had one flaw, it was likely his height. Nowadays, the height of male cultivators had increased significantly, with many easily breaking the 1.9-meter mark. Xian Yuzhu, who barely reached 1.75 meters even with heeled boots, appeared exceptionally petite.

In the eyes of others, however, this was not a flaw. When one looked down from a higher angle, they would find that the youth’s arrogant face was only the size of a palm. When he looked up, his peach-blossom eyes were shimmering and flirtatious, and he had a red mole on the bridge of his nose. With red lips, white teeth, and a dainty frame, every expression he made was vivid and bright. He was truly a top-tier beauty.

When that snow-white boot stepped on the outer disciple’s mud-stained face and the toe of the shoe ground down, the onlookers’ Adam’s apples bobbed as their gazes turned dark. It was clearly a humiliating act, but when performed by Xian Yuzhu, it carried an indescribable air of seduction. It made the observers feel an involuntary sense of envy. Facing such a lovable Junior Brother, even if they were the ones being stepped on, these proud geniuses could not utter a word of blame. They viewed it as the greatest reward in the world.

As the person involved, Xian Yuzhu naturally had no idea what disgusting thoughts his senior brothers were harboring. Nor did he care to know. Accidentally noticing that his whip was stained with the blood of the person beneath his feet, the youth’s bright, smiling face instantly collapsed. His precious whip was dirty.

Xian Yuzhu looked down, his lips pressed thin and cold. He spoke sternly, saying, “You damn lower-class person.”

His face was beautiful and his voice was pleasant even as he mumbled repetitive insults. To an outsider, he might have sounded malicious, but he was mostly just saying things like “so dirty,” “annoying,” “lowly person,” and “smells of poverty.” His insults were not even as harsh as the cursing of children in the marketplace. Xian Yuzhu had been protected too well. Although he had a bad temper, he was not truly evil. He simply lifted his leg and stomped on the cultivator’s face several times to vent his frustration.

He did not realize that the cultivator had long since become infatuated. The man had no reaction to being stepped on. Instead, he flushed red from the fragrance emitted when Xian Yuzhu lifted his leg, and he began to show a physical reaction.

A male cultivator nearby with long brows and sharp eyes saw this and frowned deeply.

“Yuzhu,” the speaker said. His name was Zhou Xu, the primary admirer of the inner sect. He was a childhood friend who had grown up with Xian Yuzhu. He stepped toward the youth, leaning down slightly, and coaxed him with practiced ease. “If you think the whip is dirty, why not let Senior Brother clean it for you?”

He was the highest-ranking person among the group and was familiar with Xian Yuzhu, so he naturally had some influence. Unfortunately, Yuzhu looked down on everyone equally. Xian Yuzhu was currently in a fit of pique. Hearing this, he lifted his eyelids and looked at Zhou Xu’s gentle smile with a cold chill.

“Just you?” Xian Yuzhu rolled his eyes. “Forget it. I have plenty of servants. I do not need you.”

He looked down again. When he saw the suspicious flush on the face of the man beneath his feet, Xian Yuzhu was struck by a wave of disgust. He muttered “so lowly” under his breath. Feeling both embarrassed and annoyed, he simply cast a spell and left. A flash of light from a teleportation seal flickered. In an instant, the figure that haunted the dreams of many cultivators vanished, leaving behind only a lingering, sweet scent like orchids.

The moment Xian Yuzhu disappeared, the cultivators looked disappointed.

“Senior Brother Zhou, what should we do with this person?”

Zhou Xu turned his head, the gentleness gone from his face. He looked at the outer disciple on the ground with loathing. He said indifferently, “Destroy his cultivation, castrate him, and throw him down the mountain to fend for himself. Since the Junior Brother handled it himself, do not do anything extra to make him unhappy.”

The others had no objections and readily agreed. No one noticed that after they dragged the heavily injured outer disciple away, a tall, cold, and imposing figure slowly appeared on the steps.

Huo Yan lowered his eyes slightly. Smelling the cloyingly sweet fragrance in the air and seeing the trail of blood, his expression turned inexplicably dark.