I’m the Villainous Master and My Disciples Are Unrivaled in the World.

Chapter 10



Shangding Immortal Sect, though a lower-grade immortal sect, is still a recognized one, and the Xianmiao Conference is a matter of great importance. Even the neighboring immortal sects, Yuhua Sect and Dongming Pavilion, sent their disciples to observe.

“Is that Shen Shi?”

In the guest seats outside the viewing platform, a curious woman from Yuhua Sect looked towards Shen Shi. Although she wore the standard Yuhua Sect Taoist robe, it seemed peculiar, different from those of her peers. The collar appeared to be cut lower, the fabric at the chest seemed scant, and the hem of the robe was shorter. It looked as if she was wearing fewer undergarments. In short, she stood out.

How exactly? The secret tent pitched between the legs of the male cultivators from Dongming Pavilion was a hint.

Feeling eyes on him, Shen Shi looked up and felt a nosebleed coming on.

“What are you staring at? Haven’t seen such a handsome Golden Core Real Person before?”

“Ah, still looking? Think just because you have two big headlights on your chest that I’d be scared?”

Sensing the frivolity in Shen Shi’s gaze, the woman wasn’t embarrassed but instead thrust her chest forward, slowly pulling at her robe to reveal a hint of white, casting a seductive look towards Shen Shi.

“Such lowly charm techniques,” Shen Shi snorted coldly, wiping away a nosebleed.

“Master, you’re bleeding,” Xuan Yu exclaimed, alarmed.

“It’s nothing, just ate too much nourishing food recently,” Shen Shi casually said.

“Master, that auntie you were looking at is really amazing,” Cang Yuling said, following Shen Shi’s gaze with awe in her eyes.

“How so?” Shen Shi asked, wiping the blood with a handkerchief passed by Xuan Yu.

“She’s even more impressive than Second Senior Sister and Senior Sister!” Cang Yuling exclaimed, comparing her own modest chest to the woman’s.

Pfft~

The master of Danqing Peak, sitting nearby, sprayed his mouthful of tea all over Gao Baihe, turning his receding hairline into a real ‘Mediterranean Sea’.

The disciples of Hebai Peak hurriedly helped their master clean up, casting resentful glances at the Erbai Peak group.

“Why are you looking at us? It wasn’t us who sprayed your master,” Shen Shi thought, feeling unjustly targeted.

“Master, you’re bleeding too,” a disciple of Hebai Peak suddenly noticed their own master’s state and exclaimed.

“It’s nothing, just got a bit overheated,” Gao Baihe said, wiping away his nosebleed and trying to stay calm.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

The master of Danqing Peak coughed violently, clearly choked on the tea.

“Ah, such shallow people. Morals have degenerated,” Shen Shi sighed.

Both the masters of Danqing Peak and Hebai Peak cast deep glances at him: Anyone could say that, but he had no right to.

Ignoring the resentful looks of the two masters, Shen Shi turned his attention to the central Miao Mirage. Inside the mirage, the cruelest moment of elimination had arrived for the young cultivators. Ahead was a cliff, behind a sea of fire, and a single iron chain stretched across the abyss. Though just an illusion, the realism was indistinguishable from reality. The youths stood at the cliff’s edge, despairing as the fire advanced.

Unaware they were in an illusion, they saw no way out but the single, suspended iron chain.

Only by crossing the chain could they possibly succeed, but the daunting length left them unsure of how long they’d need to climb or where it led. If their strength failed, falling would mean certain death.

This iron chain bridge was the final and most crucial test, assessing the affinity of their spiritual roots.

The bridge’s length was daunting for these youths under twelve. But the bridge held a secret: those with a higher affinity for spiritual energy received aid, while those with less affinity struggled, and those with none were left without any help.

The differences became immediately apparent as each youth’s progress varied. Some, initially lagging, moved swiftly across the bridge as if aided by the gods, while others quickly exhausted their strength.

Shen Shi’s eyes were fixed on a particularly fast-moving youth, more like a monkey in agility than divinely assisted. In a few leaps, he overtook many others.

“Hmm, it seems this Xianmiao Conference has produced a notable talent,” Ning Shenming observed the youth with interest.

The cultivators from Dongming Pavilion and Yuhua Sect eyed the boy eagerly, recognizing his value, especially in an era of dwindling talents. A promising disciple was vital for a sect’s legacy.

Shen Shi watched the eager crowd with a sneer, knowing soon their high hopes would turn to disappointment. He had already identified the talented youth as Xiao Qi

, with an unparalleled affinity for spiritual energy but possessing the five-element spiritual root, lacking in cultivation talent.

Soon, Xiao Qi reached the end of the illusion, laughing triumphantly as he jumped onto the other side. The scenery changed, and he found himself on a vast platform surrounded by clouds, typical of the Yunyue Platform’s special effects. The audience could see inside, but he couldn’t see out.

Ning Shenming descended from the sky, congratulating Xiao Qi as the undisputed first place winner, hoping to make a lasting impression for later disciple selection.

“Shameless, using his position to gain an advantage!” Shen Shi thought.

“Xiao Qi, greetings, Immortal Master,” Xiao Qi bowed respectfully.

Ning Shenming, pleased as a peacock, nodded and smiled: “Rest here for now. Later, I’ll arrange for you to join Shangding Immortal Sect.”

After speaking, Ning Shenming discreetly withdrew into the clouds.

The youths on the platform envied Xiao Qi, while the girls admired him. Soon, other capable youths also passed the test, gathering on the platform, while those who failed landed on the Moon Platform in regret.

Once everyone left the Miao Mirage, the illusion closed, and the enveloping clouds around Yunyue Platform dispersed, revealing the vast, white jade audience stands filled with dignified immortals, imposing an invisible pressure.

The chattering youths fell silent under the multitude of gazes focused on Xiao Qi, an unusually talented individual.

Though excited, Xiao Qi maintained a calm exterior, impressing the watching elders with his remarkable spiritual affinity and temperament. Unfortunately, they knew Ning Shenming wouldn’t let such a talent slip away easily.

Shen Shi watched the expressions of the surrounding peak masters, inwardly scoffing at their soon-to-be disappointment. Xiao Qi’s extraordinary talent was undeniable, but his five-element spiritual root meant no cultivation potential.


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