Primordial Cultivator

The smell of sex from her had also vanished as she stared at Yang Wei.

“You are really turning into those degenerate cultivators…” Jing Feng said.

Yang Wei opened his eyes as he stood up and glanced at Jing Feng’s gorgeous body with a cheeky smile.

“For you, I don’t mind becoming a degenerate. However, I wouldn’t say I am one because I’m still cultivating with my morals intact.” Yang Wei said as he reminded her that she was his woman and vice versa.

Thus, unlike the other dual cultivators who make love with each other for the sake of cultivating, Yang Wei truly loves Jing Feng from the bottom of his heart.

“Save your sugary words.” Jing Feng snorted coldly as she turned around.

“You already devoured my body for hours and I won’t let you have your ways again.” She added and dashed toward the exit.

Yang Wei twitched his mouth at the speed of her.

‘Am I really that scary?’ Yang Wei wondered silently. He was merely trying to make up the 1 month that they had lost.

Sometime later, Yang Wei dressed in his clothes as he exited the shower room.

As soon as Yang Wei left, he saw Shan Zhilan making a whistling sound.

“Woah, you two must have really great stamina.” Shan Zhilan teased as she pointed at the other path.

“That Jing Feng was bright red when she left the shower room in a hurry. Heck, she didn’t even notice me standing here, waiting for the two of you to be done so we can get to the registration area.”

“…”

Yang Wei scratched his head slightly as he stuttered, “H-How long have you been waiting here?”

“How long you two were having sex in the shower room, was how long I’ve been standing here.”

After that, Shan Zhilan walked toward Yang Wei as she sniffed on his clothes slightly.

However, she couldn’t smell any signs of sex as she curled her lips upward.

“You two are really good, making love in the shower room. Not only could you two embrace each other to no end, but you could also easily wash off the smell.” Shan Zhilan snickered as she patted Yang Wei’s shoulders.

“Tell me, Yang Wei. What should I do about this situation? We are here for business, not your honeymoon. Should I inform the sect leader about your conduct?” She asked in a devilish tone.

Yang Wei sweated nervously as he knew he was caught in the worst moment ever.

Not only did he owe her a favor already, but he is also now being threatened in a roundabout way.

“Ugh, what do you want, Elder Shan.” Yang Wei finally raised his hands up as he surrendered.

“You can stop teasing and threatening me… Just speak your conditions aloud.” He added.

Shan Zhilan was waiting for that as she quickly clasped her hand.

“After the sect tournament, the envoy would return to the Central Zone. Unlike previous years, this time, I plan to return to my homeland and I will need a lovely companion to act as my husband.” Shan Zhilan smiled blissfully.

Meanwhile, Yang Wei was already bored to death when he heard the words ‘act as my husband’.

It was the exact same scenario with Su Mingxia/

Can’t they be any more original?

And why him?

Shan Zhilan noticed his reluctance as she nodded her head.

“Alright then, I’ll just inform the sect leader about this event and I might as well spread this to everyone. An outer disciple was coercing a sect elder into dual cultivating.”

“H-How did you know I was dual cultivating?”

Yang Wei wasn’t shocked by her threat but was more dumbfounded at how she noticed he was practicing dual cultivation. He had never told anyone about this aside from Jing Feng and possibly Su Mingxia.

And they weren’t the type to brag nor expose their secrets to others.

Shan Zhilan scoffed coldly as she glared at Yang Wei.

“You may have washed off the smell of sex, but you can’t hide the fact that your body contains some of Jing Feng’s Yin Qi.” Shan Zhilan said as she pushed him to a wall.

“Now choose your option, Yang Wei. Pretend to be my husband or death.”

Yang Wei gritted his teeth.

“Elder Shan… aren’t you being a little too heartless?” Yang Wei asked in disbelief.

“Did you forget the time when I went to comfort you? You were depressed about sacrificing the disciples and I even played a game of battleship with you.”

Shan Zhilan shrugged her shoulders.

“When did that happen?” She asked.

“…”

‘This Shan Zhilan… She clearly remembers the past and outright denies it. How shameless are you?’ Yang Wei cried inwardly.

“I see… You have chosen death,” Shan Zhilan uttered as she prepared to leave.

Suddenly, she felt her wrist being grabbed and her lips curled upward.

“Yang Wei, this can be counted as sexual harassment to a senior.” Shan Zhilan teased.

“Enough, I’ll do it.” Yang Wei said as he took a deep breath. It wasn’t that he agreed to be her fake husband, but the opportunity to explore a new place is tempting.

Central Zone- a place that many cultivators dreamed of going as the spiritual qi in there is more denser than the spiritual qi here.

By simply taking a step in the Central Zone, one could feel their cultivation process increased drastically.

It was like comparing the Earth and Heaven.

Sometime later, Shan Zhilan smiled as she nodded her head in joy.

“Then let’s hurry up and meet up with the others.” She said calmly.

“I have never met such a shameless person like you… one who would even forget past kindness.” Yang Wei clicked his tongue.

Afterward, Shan Zhilan and Yang Wei met up with the other disciples as she announced loudly.

“Today, our sect will be drawing lots to determine our opponent in the sect tournament. Are there any other questions?”

“No questions, Elder Shan.”

“Good, then make sure to carry a serious expression at all times. We do not want the other sects to think we’re some pushovers.” Shan Zhilan shouted as she began leading the way.

By the time they arrived at the location of the drawing lots, the people were numbered at least a thousand.

Each sect was eager to choose the lots first as they believed choosing first would give them a weaker sect.

After all, the powerful sect was seeded opponents, meaning they didn’t have to go through any preliminary rounds.

Meanwhile, the sect that was close to reaching the powerhouse status had no choice but to fight in the preliminary rounds. Although there were only a few sects in this position, every other sect had no intention of fighting them.

Hours soon passed by, and it was finally Shan Zhilan’s group turn.

“Jing Feng, your luck seems to be greater than mine lately, so why don’t you pick the lot?” Shan Zhilan suggested with a mysterious smile.

Jing Feng could only twitch her brows slightly.

Her meaning was way too obvious for Jing Feng to not understand. The luck she mentioned was directed at her luck with finding a good man.

“Whatever,” Jing Feng tried to sound as calm as possible.

She proceeded to walk up the platform where a middle-aged man revealed a large box.

“You may have 1 minute time to pick your lot,” The middle-aged man said.

The large box was concealed with a special formation, so nobody could cheat and use their spiritual sense to check the content inside.

This was done to prevent anyone from trying to fix the match or picking a weaker sect to fight.

Jing Feng nodded her head as she reached her hand at the bottom of the box.

Instantly, she could feel many lots and unlike the others who usually take a long time to pick, Jing Feng picked the one that she grabbed.

“Here you go, elder.” Jing Feng said as she handed the lot to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man grabbed the lot as he announced aloud, “Elder Jing from the Swift Feather Sect had chosen the Purple Scorpion Sect as their opponent.”

“Holy moly, the Swift Feather Sect are really blessed. Imagine choosing the notorious poison usage sect.”

“Haha, their luck is indeed amazing. Out of every sect they can choose, they chose the sect with the most potential of having the powerhouse status.”

It didn’t take long before the crowd began laughing at their misfortune in choosing a difficult opponent.

Meanwhile, Yang Wei could only smile bitterly as he wondered if he was destined to always go against the Purple Scorpion Sect.

‘From meeting them in the mystery realm to meeting them in the Misty Forest… and now we’re meeting in the sect tournament as well.’

Sometime later, Jing Feng returned to the group and Shan Zhilan couldn’t help but feel regret at letting Jing Feng draw the lot.

“You are really one heck of a woman, Jing Feng.” Shan Zhilan said in disbelief.

“Did you use up all your luck in the shower room?”