Chapter 115: Indecent Cultivation Legacy

Legacy. It was something a cultivator left for his or her juniors. Treasures, artifacts, techniques, and pills - anyone would not refuse such things.

The reason why most cultivators kept their inheritance/legacy intact in some hidden dimension or behind some big mountain only for it to be found by a lucky adventurer was that they wanted to create a better version of themselves.

Having lived a long life, most would have regrets that they could not reach the higher ranks with their techniques. They mostly blamed it on their inadequacy for that. In their last years, a desire manifests, to find the most talented practitioner or cultivator and teach them their techniques.

Most would search for disciples but finding a heaven-defying talent was near to impossible. Thus, they would form legacies and leave them for talented juniors, so that they could bring fame to their dead name.

It was almost a mandatory culture in a world of cultivation such as this. There were two types of legacies, one open and another inherited. Anyone could access open legacies but inherited ones were only limited to a set number of people, it could even be just one practitioner. Like a direct descendant of a certain Core Condensation cultivator.

''Since when did this library started appearing in your dreams?'' Fu Qiai asked. She was eager to know about this ''library'' I had because she thought it might be some kind of inherited legacy, one that's magically exclusive to me.

In a world where intangible powers like Qi existed, almost anything was possible.

However, I suddenly hesitated at this moment. In her eyes, I looked embarrassed. Why was that…?

''I-I don't know if I should tell you…'' I softly voiced. Damn I sounded like a pussy there, but it was necessary.

Lingling looked at me with a frown on her face. Now what was I planning? If I pissed off Fu Qiai here, that wouldn't do any good. Also, it was just telling when it happened. I could just make a random date.

''If… you really want to know…''

''Of course.'' The young miss put on a friendly smile.

''Jade Sword Body isn't related to it.'' I first made that clear and dropped the bomb. ''Only after I have sex with a beautiful girl would this library appear in my dreams.''

Silence followed in the sitting room. The windows were closed and no one heard that, no one except myself and the two women who burst out a moment later.

''What do you mean by that?!'' First was Ling'er. If that was the case, then I got all those shiny techniques after fucking other girls. She didn't know why but she strangely felt pained by that thought.

Young Miss Fu Qiai, on the other hand, fell on a deep thought after exclaiming, ''What?!''

''It is exactly as I said. Even I didn't know about this before doing, ahem… intimate things with Feng Yi.'' I seemed dead serious as I looked at Ling'er.

''So you two have been in such a relationship all this while…?'' Lingling felt betrayed. We had come to this city together and were hiding our relationship from her and most possibly from my sister as well, in her opinion.

I made a guilty expression but then looked straight at her eyes. ''I don't know which 'great senior' passed this legacy into my dreams. If I knew, I surely wouldn't accept such a thing.''

I then turned to this young miss who seemed rather suspicious of me. If I didn't back my claim with some evidence, then she might just throw me away from here.

''My soul be sent to hell if any word I say has even a bit of lie.''

Oh what was this? I suddenly had a righteous aura around me that could blind even the greatest of saints. I began speaking with my palms on my knees. ''The library shows me a great many books but what I read depends on which girl I have sex with.''

The two women felt uncomfortable at my mere mentioning of this indecent word but they had to listen to me. A cultivation legacy was nothing to scoff at, even though it was the most degenerate type they had heard.

''The technique I learned in my dreams would be perfect for the girl who beds me.'' Now I really was stretching this bullshit matter. No matter how gullible these women were, they would find it hard to believe.

''What proof do you have?'' Fu Qiai narrowed her eyes.

Of course, proof. Without it, she would just kill me here. I was about to say, 'You can try it yourself,' but then I restrained myself. Not so fast, Zuifan, not so fast. I gotta be careful, that's a Meridian Opening practitioner.

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I did not care whatever background the other person had, but I was always cautious against a person who had greater strength than me. Even though I was a previous Immortal didn't mean I could disregard every mortal I see. I was treading on a thin rope here.

''Miss Fu, what you want is the Jade Sword Body. I didn't learn it from this library but my mother gave it to me instead. If you want it… you just have to ask. However, there might be another sword-type cultivation technique that is 'better suited' for yourself. A person from a prestigious clan such as you must know the importance of building a solid foundation.'' Now, it was my turn to put on that 'friendly' smile.

''Are you saying you want to bed me? How audacious!'' She stood up but I knew this was fake anger. She just had a superiority complex like every high-class mortal and couldn't stand my bold attitude.

''This one wouldn't dare.'' Looking panicked, I shook my hands while internally imagining her expression when that time would come.

''I speak purely out of goodwill, young miss Fu. You have helped us so much, how could I even imagine such a thing?'' I sounded innocent like a baby, no doubt that both women here would chop me to pieces if they could read my mind.

''Hmph!'' Fu Qiai flung her robes and got out. She didn't say anything for now but the seed had been put in her mind. Practicing a technique perfect for her body, becoming a cultivator… it was too tempting for a practitioner. Especially for a stubborn person such as her who had to compete with the younger generation of her own and other clans.

I shook my head in dismay, though I was still confident in my acting and bullshitting capabilities. Standing up, Lingling spoke, ''That was a really bad lie you told her. Why did you have to sound so indecent?''

She lightly hit my back, as if she knew everything. Did she think that she could see through my lies? No, she could not.

I turned around and faced her.

''I am not lying, Ling'er.'' I placed my hands on her shoulders and nodded seriously. ''I really am not.''

She stood stunned for a long time.

…

''WHITE! WHITE! WHITE!''

Cheers resounded all around the arena. They were cheering for me, Humble White, of course. If they shouted like that on earth though, they would be called out for being racists.

Thankfully, people of this world didn't care that much about skin color and whatnot like some foolish earthlings.

It was peak noon, the time when most people would visit the arena to watch the daily matches. In just three days, I had become a celebrity of sorts in Azure Wind Stupa. People of the northern district had started to recognize me as Humble White.

Getting a silver token or badge on the first day, casually beating up silver fighters and defeating every single opponent without a miss, my victory streak was still not broken. I was like some kind of top-notch grandmaster in their eyes, a Legend who ranks up every two to three days.

Indeed, when I first came here, I was a rank six Viscera Purifying practitioner and now, I was at the peak of rank seven already. Even young masters from clans couldn't be this speedy. On top of that, I practiced rare techniques and always won with ease.

Some speculated that I came from a mysterious clan, while others thought I had a hidden master. No matter what was said about me, there was no doubt that I was a once-in-a-thousand-year genius.

''Humble White wins again!'' Cheers resounded before the judge could even wave his hands.

My opponent was a rank eight Viscera Purifying practitioner but even he lost. This was my 74th win as a silver fighter. I had already made a record for being the fastest bronze fighter to advance to silver ranks.

At this rate, I could make another record to be the fastest silver fighter to advance to gold ranks. It had only been two days after all.

However, it seemed the judges thought that it really was too easy for me. If I could even defeat a rank 8 practitioner with such ease, then a rank nine practitioner would only be a little difficult. No, my power was already beyond the Viscera Purifying stage.

Only a Meridian Opening practitioner had any hope of defeating me. Thus, the one appearing from the other side of the arena was a rank 1 Meridian Opening practitioner this time.

One of the top Silver fighters who was only four matches away from being a gold fighter!

''Night Raven versus Humble White! The match begins now!'' waved the judge when the dark-robed man came before me.

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