Pay-to-Win Cultivation: I Get 10,000x Returns Chapter 111

Hu Yanqing's words finally put Yang Poxiao at ease. Although the Spirit Ruins Sword Sect was a top-tier power in the Southern Region, it paled in comparison to the monolithic influence of the Central Continent.

Standing before him was a Senior Brother who, by his own strength alone, could likely contend with the Grand Elders of the South. That wasn't even mentioning the two behemoths backing him: the Guiyuan Sect and the Baoqing Workshop.

A century of nurturing from his sect still left Yang Poxiao with a nagging sense of indebtedness. However, he reminded himself that a true man does not fret over minor details.

Once he became invincible under the heavens, he could return and make amends. With that thought, Yang Poxiao suppressed his guilt and raised his cup to drink with Hu Yanqing.

Hu Yanzhi, sitting to the side, smiled and raised his own cup. His cousin was truly formidable; with just a few choice words, he had essentially poached the top prodigy of the Spirit Ruins Sword Sect.

The atmosphere grew lively as the three chatted about the exotic sights of the Central Continent and the latest scandals of the Southern Region, draining several cups of spirit wine. With his worries resolved, Yang Poxiao finally rose to take his leave as the night deepened, his steps noticeably lighter.

Only the two Hu brothers remained on the moonlit terrace.

"Cousin, that was brilliant!" Hu Yanzhi laughed. "But did you really just give up on Long Zhi like that?"

He knew one of his cousin's primary goals was to win over the peerlessly elegant Sword Immortal from the Spirit Ruins Sword Sect. He hadn't expected Hu Yanqing to discard that objective so easily just to secure Yang Poxiao.

The warm, jade-like smile on Hu Yanqing's face vanished instantly.

"Who can predict the future? Promises are merely stepping stones to one's destination. The value of a Grandmaster Alchemist is worth temporarily suppressing my personal preferences."

He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Moreover, during this visit, I've discovered that the interesting prey is not limited to Long Zhi alone."

Hu Yanzhi's eyes lit up. "Oh? Besides Long Zhi, who else has caught your eye? Let's be clear—you can't compete with me for the Pavilion Master of the Cloud Raiment Pavilion."

At the thought of Yun Wanqing's mature charm, a burning impatience surged in his heart.

"I have no interest in your well-preserved matrons," Hu Yanqing said, shaking his head.

"Matrons have their own appeal! Cousin, you don't understand. In terms of cultivation, I can't compare to you, but in that aspect, you are far inferior. You still haven't said—who is it?"

"On the flying boat the Yunmiao Sect arrived in today," Hu Yanqing said, his voice dropping an octave. "One has lost her Primordial Yin, yet she is more pure and moving than a maiden. She has even condensed a rare fifth-grade Golden Core."

"The other is even more enticing. She cultivates the secret techniques of the Yunmiao Sect's Cauldron Furnace lineage. Her foundation is pure, her skin like ice, and her bones like jade. More crucially, her virginity remains intact!"

He leaned back, a predatory glint in his eyes. "This woman's Primordial Yin is exceptionally potent. Combined with her cultivation method, it is enough to help me take a great leap forward!"

Hu Yanzhi understood instantly. "Li Fuxi? Lin Yinyin?"

This master-disciple pair from the Yunmiao Sect were renowned beauties across the Southern Region. Especially Lin Yinyin—a newly advanced fifth-grade Golden Core who was currently the dream goddess of countless young talents.

Hu Yanzhi suddenly remembered a certain hateful figure, a cruel smile curling his lips.

"Speaking of which, Lin Yinyin's cheap older brother and Li Fuxi's star disciple, Zhang Xian—that brat still has an account to settle with me!"

"The draw results are out. I hope he isn't eliminated in the first two rounds! If I run into him, hmph, I'll make him taste hell on earth. I'll make him wish he were dead!"

A trace of indifference touched Hu Yanqing's lips. "There's no need to waste thought on a nobody. Just crush him in passing."

Hu Yanzhi echoed the disdain. "Exactly! Some country bumpkin from nowhere. I heard he's a 'young master' from a minor world who thinks throwing spirit stones around to play with women makes him special."

He scoffed. "He fooled Lin Yinyin and Li Fuxi because they haven't seen the world. They don't know that against true, accumulated strength, his pitiful capital is nothing but dirt!"

"In this entire cultivation world, who can truly challenge the financial power of our Baoqing Workshop?"

Hu Yanqing chuckled lightly, flicking nonexistent dust from his luxurious robes. His tone returned to its gentle facade.

"Yanzhi, it's better for people to be humble. The Demon Sweeping Assembly is imminent; we should keep a low profile."

He stood up and walked to Hu Yanzhi's side, leaning down slightly. His voice carried a trace of barely perceptible hunger.

"By the way, Yanzhi, having traveled a long way, your elder brother is weary. My spirit is slightly fatigued. That welcoming feast you mentioned earlier—is it properly prepared?"

Hu Yanzhi's body tensed, immediately switching to a fawning smile.

"Cousin, rest assured, everything is arranged! The female cultivators picked this time are outstanding in looks, and all are virgins! I guarantee you will enjoy yourself. Shall I lead you there now?"

A gentle smile reappeared on Hu Yanqing's face. "Mm, Yanzhi, I've always been confident in your handling of affairs. I will certainly... cherish them properly."

Hu Yanzhi couldn't help but shiver.

The "cherishing" his cousin spoke of was a descent into hell. After every such feast, he had to personally handle the aftermath. The horrific scenes of blood, severed tendons, and broken bones were the stuff of nightmares.

However, it was by handling these bloody tasks and providing a continuous supply of fresh cauldron furnaces that he could firmly cling to this powerful connection.

Hu Yanzhi suppressed the disgust and fear in his heart. "Naturally! Cousin, this way please."

In the Yunmiao Sect's guest residence, Lin Yinyin occasionally peeked at her Master. Li Fuxi sat opposite her, lost in quiet meditation.

Sigh. Master said that to keep Brother in top form for the Demon Sweeping Assembly, we need to be pure in heart and free of Desire. She insisted on us sharing a room to keep an eye on me.

"Brother is alone in the room next door. I really want to sneak a peek at him..."

The moment the thought arose, Li Fuxi's eyes snapped open, glaring at her. Lin Yinyin hurriedly resumed her meditation. Without Zhang Xian around to shield her, Master was still quite fierce.

In the adjacent room, Zhang Xian was studying the tournament list.

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His first match was against a bald monk from the Mountain Zen Monastery—a level six Golden Core. Because of his past run-ins with Jianchen, Zhang Xian had zero goodwill toward that sect.

Is there a way to win easily without exposing too many of my trump cards? he wondered, falling into deep thought.

For two days, the participants remained in their quiet rooms, focusing their spirits and refining their breath to reach their peak condition.

Only the team leader, Wang Ya, was constantly rushing back and forth as if he had endless fires to put out. Though his smile remained gentle, a trace of worry was etched between his brows.

When Zhang Xian pushed open his door for some fresh air, he saw Wang Ya dashing out once again.

"Real Person Wang Ya is truly a busy man," Zhang Xian mused. "Managing sect affairs at this scale looks exhausting. What’s impressive is that even with all this toil, his cultivation has actually improved. That’s no small feat."

"Elder Wang Ya is far from simple," Zhiyin’s voice came from behind him.

"Did you know he possesses a top-grade fire spiritual root? Every elder you know was once a heaven-favored prodigy, proud and peerless in their youth."

She paused, looking at Zhang Xian. "And his recent progress? To some extent, it's actually thanks to you."