Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control

At Heavenly Heart Lake.

In the lakeside pavilion, Situ Qingqing’s brows knitted slightly as she listened to the thunderous booms gradually subside.

“Hey, Qingqing, you still haven’t told me—why did you suddenly change your mind?”

Draped in a towel that barely covered her modesty, Xue Jinli sat beside Situ Qingqing, her gaze curious.

‘Why else? Even a monkey knows to call for reinforcements when it’s outmatched.’ Situ Qingqing’s eyes flickered before she turned to Xue Jinli with a sweet smile.

“Because we’re like sisters, of course! If I don’t help you, who would I help?”

“Pfft!”

Xue Jinli rolled her eyes, clearly unconvinced. “You didn’t have that attitude when you had me tied up, brandishing a whip and demanding the playback jade.”

Situ Qingqing’s smile deepened. “Well, admit it—didn’t you enjoy it just a little?”

“Enjoy your big-headed nonsense! Say that again, and I’ll whip you for real!”

“Relax, Sister Jinli. I’m not into that sort of thing.”

“Little Qing, I’m going to throttle you!”

The two tussled for a while, rolling about until Xue Jinli’s towel slipped off entirely. Not that Situ Qingqing escaped unscathed—Xue Jinli’s hands had roamed indiscriminately.

“Phew…”

Exhausted, Xue Jinli flopped onto the bed, panting for breath, while Situ Qingqing, though flushed, was far less affected. Her composure revealed that in any skirmish, she was leagues ahead of her sister-disciple.

Situ Qingqing straightened her disheveled robes and glanced at Xue Jinli, deciding to come clean.

“Alright, Sister Jinli, the truth is… I can’t handle it anymore, so I had to seek your help.”

“Now that makes sense. Wait, what do you mean ‘can’t handle it’? Is he that intense?”

“Jinli, do you really think it’s easy? I only won the first time. Every subsequent encounter? Total defeat! He’s relentless—I’ve been reduced to tears each time!”

Situ Qingqing’s voice carried an unmistakable tone of embarrassment. If she had known how things would unfold, she would have taken full advantage of her earlier victories.

“So, you’re throwing me under the bus?”

Xue Jinli glared at her junior sister, clearly displeased.

“Qing’er, you’re such a wonderful sister.”

Xue Jinli’s heavy tone revealed her simmering frustration.

Knowing her senior sister’s temperament—like a temperamental but gentle kitten—Situ Qingqing quickly softened her approach, coaxing her with a plea.

“Please, Sister Jinli. I’m begging you!”

“Fine. What kind of senior sister would I be if I didn’t help?”

“Thank you so much, Sister Jinli!”

“Don’t mention it. So, when can I take on this… challenge of yours?”

“Give it a couple of days. I’ll call you when it’s time.”

“Alright, it’s a deal.”

“Oh, by the way… about that playback jade?”

Xue Jinli grinned mischievously. “Fooled you! I lose things so easily; if it gets picked up by Senior Sister Kouxuan, her Purple Sky Sword won’t be for show!”

“Jinli, you—!”

“Hehe…”

In the Purple Cloud Hall.

Xu Yang sat cross-legged on the prayer mat, carefully inspecting his Primordial Spirit.

The fusion of countless lightning energies had resulted in a spirit far stronger than the norm.

Even at the peak of the Divine Transformation Stage, his spirit would overshadow his peers.

For most cultivators, the Divine Transformation Stage was about strengthening their Primordial Spirit. Limited by talent, they could only focus on one aspect of cultivation.

But Xu Yang was different.

With his Supreme Yang Physique, a constitution unmatched by ordinary cultivators, he could achieve sanctification through his physical body alone.

To dominate both strength and skill, he needed to advance on all fronts—balancing the cultivation of both his physical body and his Primordial Spirit.

“Just breaking through to the Divine Transformation Stage has nearly exhausted the spiritual resources I’ve accumulated from my disciples. Advancing to the Void Shattering Stage will require far more effort.”

Xu Yang sighed but wasn’t too concerned. His foundation was unparalleled, making even the most prodigious talents from the Holy Lands and hidden sects pale in comparison.

He required more resources, yes, but his combat prowess would be unmatched. Truly terrifying.

“Cultivation can wait. I should focus on comprehending techniques and martial skills first.”

For a cultivator, techniques were the roots, and martial skills were the branches. The quality of these determined the reach of the branches and the potential of the entire tree.

Grasping the Enlightenment Bodhi Seed, Xu Yang felt his mind clear. He prepared to retrieve a selection of techniques from his system space when—

Knock, knock.

“Master? Are you poisoned?”

The soft, honeyed voice of Yuan Kouxuan called from outside the hall.

‘Poisoned?’

Xu Yang frowned. “I can’t possibly be poisoned every time…” After a moment, he replied,

“Kouxuan, come in.”

Creak.

The door opened, and Yuan Kouxuan hurried in, her concern palpable.

“Master, are you alright?”

“Nothing serious. Just a little strain, but I’m fine.”

Xu Yang furrowed his brows as he responded.

Yuan Kouxuan’s tone grew stern. “Master, you’re far too careless about your health! Even with your restored cultivation and strong physique, what if you suffer a backlash again?”

“Kouxuan, you’re right to reprimand me. I’ll be more mindful.”

“As a man, you lack a woman’s attention to detail. Let your disciple handle these concerns for you!”

Xu Yang: “…”