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Chapter 213: Typical Cultivators
Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Typical Cultivators
When Alex's name was mentioned, the young man leading the group wore a face of fury and frustration as he declared:
"Ever since Alex showed up, he's been using his financial advantage to monopolize nearly all the beautiful women, even taking every top courtesan from all the brothels!
As a result, we've been left with scraps, and the quality of our lives has plummeted.
As cultivators, we must balance work and rest. Without proper relaxation, fatigue builds up, and inner demons are sure to emerge.
Alex has taken over all the top resources for relaxation, leaving us unable to recover from our exhaustion.
How is this different from severing our path to cultivation?
That's why today, we must stand against Alex. Regardless of his background or cultivation level, we'll drive him out of this region. Otherwise, none of us will be able to cultivate in peace!"
The young man's righteous tone made it sound as though Alex had committed some grave crime, though all he had done was spend money to reserve the top courtesans in the area.
The other cultivators nodded in agreement:
"That's right, I agree! Alex is ruining the market by driving up prices. Not all of us can afford to compete with him!"
"We must drive him out and take back what's ours!"
With their grievances united, the group of cultivators marched toward the largest and most luxurious brothel in the area.
When they entered the establishment, a madam hurriedly approached and blocked their path. She spread her arms and smiled nervously: "Oh my, what brings such fine gentlemen here? This brothel has been fully reserved by Alex, and it's temporarily closed to the public!"
The young leader stepped forward, glaring at the madam: "Sister Huang, step aside. This is a matter between us and Alex. Today, Alex must leave this region!"
The madam, unwilling to lose her most generous patron, stood her ground and said with a forced smile:
"What are you talking about? There's no such thing as grievances here. Our dear Alex doesn't even know you, let alone bear any grudges against you!"
Hearing this, the young man's expression darkened:
"Those grievances began long before Alex came to this brothel. His actions have festered in our hearts, turning into inner demons. If these inner demons erupt during our cultivation, they'll cause us great harm!
Today, we must find Alex and settle this karma. Or do you intend to block our path to cultivation?"
The young man and the dozens of cultivators behind him glared menacingly at the madam, ready to strike if she refused.
The madam had not anticipated that Alex's actions would escalate into such a situation. If she continued to block them, she risked offending not just Alex but also dozens of influential sects.
Offending Alex alone might have been manageable—after all, her Sect of Harmonious Joy could still protect her. But if she angered so many factions at once, not even her sect would be able to shield her.
Left with no choice, the madam sighed and stepped aside, saying with a hint of grievance:
"Fine, I'll move. But must you be so petty?"
With the path cleared, the young man snorted coldly and led the group toward the brothel's most luxurious private suite.
As the group marched upstairs, the madam quickly retrieved a transmission artifact and sent a message.
After completing her task, she let out a long sigh.
She had sent a warning to Alex, hoping he would leave quickly to avoid confrontation. She even suggested he retreat to the Sect of Harmonious Joy's headquarters, where the sect master herself would gladly receive him.
After all, how could any woman resist such a generous and handsome patron?
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In the brothel's most luxurious room, Alex received the madam's transmitted message. However, after hearing it, he remained unfazed.
What a joke, he thought. In this world, the only thing that could threaten me is the Heavenly Dao itself. Even if the six sages of the Primordial Era joined forces, I could suppress them all single-handedly.
Even with two mountains of white snow in his hands and countless curses from envious fox spirits on his back, Alex remained unbeatable in the world.
He continued to indulge himself as music filled the air, wine flowed freely, and the atmosphere in the room turned intoxicatingly lively.
At that very moment, the group of dissatisfied cultivators arrived outside his room.
Hearing the sounds of revelry within, the leader, whose jealousy had reached its peak, paused to listen with a heart full of resentment. After a moment, he gathered his cultivation strength and kicked the door with all his might, determined to make an example of Alex.
But things didn't go as he expected.
Instead of intimidating Alex, the young man ended up in an embarrassing predicament.
Everyone, attack together! He's just one man—we'll form a formation and defeat him!"
But before he could finish his rallying cry, Alex casually extended a single finger toward him.
In the eyes of the cultivators, that finger seemed to grow larger and larger, emanating divine power so overwhelming it felt like an entire mountain crashing down on them.
They tried to resist, but the sheer force rendered them powerless. They could only watch helplessly as the colossal power crushed them.
To the courtesans, it was a simple and elegant gesture. Alex had merely pointed his finger, and the so-called elite disciples of various sects were instantly reduced to nothing but a cloud of blood mist. With a casual wave of his sleeve, Alex dispersed even the faint traces of their existence.
In the blink of an eye, the dozens of cultivators vanished entirely—no blood, no remains, nothing.
One of the courtesans, who was slightly more knowledgeable, stared in stunned disbelief.
"That...those were the elite disciples of major sects! Some of them were even close to the realm of immortals. And yet... Alex wiped them all out with just one move!"
Her voice trembled as she concluded, "This can only mean... Alex has already reached the realm of immortals!"
For someone of Alex's strength, ascending to the Celestial Court and holding a prestigious position would have been effortless. And if he chose to remain in the mortal realm, he would undoubtedly become the patriarch of a powerful sect.
The courtesan was awestruck. Who could have imagined that the man they had entertained all this time was of such extraordinary status?
However, she quickly collected herself. Without hesitation, she resumed peeling fruit with her delicate jade-like fingers and gently fed it to Alex, as though nothing extraordinary had occurred.
Everything returned to normal, as if the dozens of elite disciples had never barged into the room.
The only noticeable change was the way the courtesans looked at Alex—their gazes now carried a mix of reverence and admiration.
The most knowledgeable of the courtesans hesitated for a moment before whispering,
"My lord, it might be wise for you to leave this region soon."
Alex stretched lazily, a relaxed smile on his face. "Oh? And why is that?"
The lead courtesan explained cautiously, "My lord, I know your strength is extraordinary, and you may have even reached the rank of a wandering immortal. However, the individuals you just eliminated were elite disciples of various sects, and many of those sects are backed by immortals themselves.
Sooner or later, their sects will learn what happened here, and their immortals may come together to hunt you down."
She assumed her explanation would make Alex at least somewhat concerned. But to her utter surprise, Alex remained as unbothered as ever.
He leaned back with a carefree smile and replied, "Just a few wandering immortals? They're nothing more than foot soldiers in the Heavenly Court—not worth mentioning.
Now, come over here! Let's keep the music playing and the dancing going!"
The courtesans were stunned by his nonchalance. Could it be that Alex wasn't merely at the level of a wandering immortal but something even greater—a celestial immortal?
Their respect for him grew deeper, and their gazes were now filled with awe.
Time passed, and just as the courtesan had predicted, the sects did indeed send immortals to avenge their fallen disciples.
Yet, when those immortals arrived, Alex disposed of them with a flick of his fingers. Crushed instantly, they left no room for retaliation. After that, no sect dared to seek vengeance, and the matter was resolved without further incident.
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One day, while Alex was enjoying the warmth of his luxurious haven, surrounded by beauty, his gaze suddenly shifted toward the distant mountain of Fangcun. His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Oh? It's about to begin," he murmured to himself.
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Meanwhile, in Fangcun Mountain, Sun Wukong had been training diligently ever since becoming a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi. Despite his relentless efforts, he grew increasingly frustrated. Bodhi seemed to teach him only superficial techniques and never imparted true mastery.
One day, during a sermon in the great hall, Patriarch Bodhi sat at the head of the gathering. The old man, with his youthful face and white hair, exuded wisdom as he chanted esoteric scriptures.
Golden lotuses bloomed throughout the hall as profound truths spilled from his lips: "Comprehend the apparent and the hidden; seek enlightenment and meditation.
Embrace the soundless and eternal; achieve balance in spirit and essence.
With unwavering faith, one may extend their lifespan to rival the heavens.
Perfect the foolish mind, and ascend as a Buddha or an immortal..."
The sermon was so profound that the disciples struggled to grasp its meaning. Yet, one monkey danced and jumped on his meditation cushion, clearly elated.
Sun Wukong's antics did not go unnoticed. Bodhi glanced at him and asked calmly, "Wukong, why do you leap and prance about during my lecture? Do you not hear my teachings?"
Caught off guard by the question, Sun Wukong quickly stopped his antics, straightened up, and replied respectfully, "Master, your teachings are so wondrous that I cannot help but rejoice! Please forgive this disciple's rudeness."