I’m Actually a Cultivation Bigshot

The Man in Black was extremely angry. “Sword Demon, how bold of you. You dare fight back?”

Darkness and flashes of gold light kept flickering back and forth in the air. It looked like fireworks from afar with the flashing and dimming of lights.

Lin Mufeng and the others looked up at the sky, dumbfounded. Their mouths hung open.

“I get it. I get it now!” the Holy Emperor exclaimed. He sounded excited and emotional. “This was the expert’s plan! He didn’t sacrifice us!”

“Unpredictable, truly unpredictable!” the Big Elder kept sighing. He could not recover from being astounded. “The expert is unpredictable. Who would’ve thought the expert’s defense would be the sword itself!”

The other elders were bewildered.

“The expert did that? Unbelievable! Remarkable! Incredible!”

“What a bigshot. How scary. He forcefully made the Fallen Demon Sword into a Buddhist.”

“What’s going on with the Fallen Demon Sword? Not only is it a Buddhist, but it’s also more powerful.”

Lin Mufeng looked at the sky, flushed from being emotional. Tears were streaming down his face as he pridefully said, “The expert didn’t abandon us! That’s the Fallen Demon Sword! I split wood with that! Can you believe it?”

Eventually, the battle in the sky came to an end. Darkness subsided like melted snow in spring. The Man in Black was covered with golden light before being absorbed in the palm of the Fallen Demon Sword. Then, he disappeared without a trace.

“Amitabha.” The Fallen Demon Sword did the Namaste gesture again. It looked empathetic and its robe was moving without the presence of any wind. He would look exactly like a monk if one were to wrap the skull in the skin of an old man.

The Holy Emperor and others hurriedly stood up and did the Namaste gesture, too. They were respectful. “Greetings to the Sword Demon.”

The Sword Demon replied, ” The Sword Demon is my past. I no longer identify as that. From now on, my new name is Sword Buddhist. It’s getting late. I shall return to splitting firewood. Goodbye, everyone.”

The Fallen Demon Sword teleported in a flash, back to where he came from.

Everyone was left astounded. They all looked at each other like they were all in a dream.

The Holy Emperor looked at Lin Mufeng and said in a complex tone, “Cultivator Lin, your limb…”

Lin Mufeng forced a smile. “It’s fine. As long as I was able to serve the expert, an arm is a small cost.”

Qin Manyun spoke, “Master Lin, we all served the expert. We’re all peas in the same pod. I’ll find a way to fix your severed arm.”

Lin Mufeng smiled. “Thanks.”

However, everyone knew that a severed arm was hard to cure. Also, Lin Mufeng was a cultivator. It was more difficult to cure him than a normal person. Only rare Spiritual Herbs could heal him.

Aside from limb regeneration, the only way to get a new arm was to get a new host.

He would have to find a new body as a host, but it was too unconventional and desperate a method—a method most would avoid.

Suddenly, a breeze blew.

Ring ding.

The chime of a bell caught their attention.

Luo Shiyu arched her brow and looked at the bells. “It’s the Tianxin Bells.”

The Holy Emperor said, “That’s the weapon of the in Black. Is the expert testing us? He didn’t collect the bells.”

“No doubt about it. This trophy belongs to the expert. We’ll send it to the expert first thing in the morning!” exclaimed Lin Mufeng.

Everyone nodded. “Yes!”

They discussed until daybreak and finally decided on the candidates.

They could not go together because there were too many of them.

They decided that Lin Mufeng, the Holy Emperor, and Qin Manyun should represent the three clans and head to the four-part architecture.

After two hours, they landed at the foot of the mountain. Then, they hiked with a pious heart.

The Holy Emperor said, “The visits have been too frequent recently.”

This was the third time he visited the expert over the last few days, one incident after another.

He hoped he was not bothering the expert.

“We’re working for the expert anyways. He won’t mind, right?” Qin Manyun, too, sounded unsure.

She drank abalone soup from the expert yesterday, only to show up again the very next day.

Lin Mufeng laughed. “Don’t worry. The expert left us the bells. It means he probably wanted us to send it to him.”

“Makes sense.” The Holy Emperor and Qin Manyun both sighed in relief. They were less nervous.

Then, Qin Manyun said, “These demons are getting ruthless. If they bothered the expert, it wouldn’t be enough for them to die a million times!”

The Holy Emperor nodded. “We are to blame for not being powerful enough. We even needed help from the expert’s firewood ax. It shouldn’t be like this.”

Lin Mufeng suddenly sighed. “The demons are restless. The Azure Demon Lockdown Grand Ceremony is happening soon. Hopefully, they won’t pull any tricks on us.”

He unintentionally said that.

Qin Manyun and the Holy Emperor were stunned. They had an epiphany. They felt their hearts skip a beat.

Qin Manyun asked, “What grand ceremony again?”

“The Azure Demon Lockdown Grand Ceremony. It only happens once every five years so it’s not unusual if you don’t remember it. I had the chance to check it out last time and it was truly magnificent,” reminisced Lin Mufeng.

Qin Manyun and the Holy Emperor looked at each other and smiled. They said at the same time, “I got it!”

Lin Mufeng was puzzled. “What?”

“Remember the last time when the expert asked us if there were any grand events? We couldn’t figure it out, but now we know exactly what he meant!” The Holy Emperor laughed loudly and said, “We truly stumbled across the answer out of pure luck!”

“Of course, the demons dared to go against the expert like that. The expert would naturally want to check out the Demon Lockdown Ceremony.” Qin Manyun was also laughing. “It’s a grand ceremony but we only thought of it now. Our bad.”

They both sighed in relief. “The expert sure loves his riddles. We’ve finally cracked the code.”

The three of them arrived at the four-part architecture while chatting.

Qin Manyun cleared her throat and asked nervously, “Is Mr. Li at home?”

Creak…

Xiao Bai peeked out the door and glanced at the three of them. Then, it said, “Welcome.”

“Sorry for the intrusion.”

Lin Mufeng and the others all nodded at Xiaobai before slowly stepping into the four-part architecture.

They glanced around and saw Li Nianfan splitting firewood with the Fallen Demon Sword.

They were mystified.

It made their skin crawl after what happened last night.

That was the Fallen Demon Sword!

The Sword Demon—no, the Sword Buddhist was so cool. Yet, its purpose was to split firewood.

Bigshot!

Truly a bigshot!