Every Seed of Pleasure is a tonic.

  Bubai heard about their all-encompassing effects before. Now he gets to see it in action.

  Gotta say, that’s some outrageous stuff, almost surpassing his own essence dew in effectiveness!

  No wonder this water boy dared to spit corrosive water.

  Know that casting that Corpse Dissolver spell required the throat to undergo even more tempering than those torch blowers.

  Without such training, the eroding water can destroy the throat so bad that breathing would be a luxury, let alone speaking!

  But the full recovery health pot solved everything.

  It’s almost unbelievable something like this exists at this low level of cultivation.

  This wasn’t as nonsensical as kids using the “log substitution” BS in another universe, but these recovery arts sure were as BS as it got!

  Fortunately, the law of equivalent exchange still applies.

  Any shortcuts in cultivation had its costs. Otherwise, it won’t be tolerated by the heavens.

  The Seed of Pleasure Art can cultivate something equivalent to a high-grade recovery elixir, but the price?

  Every seed was essentially a human life, sacrificed and condensed into “pill form”!

  Eating something like this… it’s nauseating to even think about the underlying meaning...

  Seeing the scrunched up face of Bubai, Wu Xiaowei wiped the blood off his face and wickedly mocked.

  “Surprised, aren’t you? Thought you had me with that last blow? Wuhaha. Sorry to disappoint, but I’m a little harder to kill than that.”

  “Hard to kill? By relying on external resources? Oh, so terrifying~”

  A sarcastic grin appeared on Bubai’s face. After gulping down a recovery pill for show, he looked the water boy up and down.

  “You know, it’s almost funny. I heard to achieve all-around recovery like that… mere low-grade mortal seeds won’t do…”

  “If I’m not wrong, those must have been cultivating from Qi Refinement realm cauldrons. Hey, hey, that’s a cultivator life for every pop. It’s impressive you can even get your hands on a few…”

  “Well, tell me, how many of those do you have left? Enough to keep this up? If you can’t afford it, I suggest you surrender.”

  Wu Xiaowei's wicked smirk faltered, but only for a moment. “Don’t preach to me about costs. Power has its price.”

  “Oh, but that price is not just wasteful, it’s pathetic. Those precious cauldrons could’ve been used for something far more resourceful than a single-use disposables…”

  Here, Bubai shot the other a dirty look.

  “Tsk. Tsk. No wonder there is so much outrage regarding you folks. Even others in the sect can’t stand your wasteful behavior.”

  “Bah! Don’t talk like your methods are any cleaner!”

  “At least my conscience is clean.”

  “Spare me the lecture!” Wu Xiaowei spat a mouthful of dirty blood to the side.

  “You lot despise us, but at least we’re honest about our methods. Better than those so-called righteous hypocrites who hide their sins behind a veil of morality. That’s good enough for my conscience to shine under the sun!”

  Right. This water boy’s got a fair point.

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  Moral concerns certainly didn’t apply to these dark-minded folks with skewed philosophies.

  They were called demonic cultivators for a reason!

  All the more reason to send this life eater down for a one-way trip on the river of no return.

  “Enough nonsense!” Wu Xiaowei lifted another pot over his head and barked, “Watch my move!”

  Seeing the pot flying over, Bubai flashed to the side and snorted.

  “You keep tossing them out like that, and you’ll run out of pots before I do. But hey, go ahead and waste them. I’m happy to play the long game!”

  That was the truth… and a lie.

  Since it’s still the same tactic, did Bubai have any concern about winning? Nil.

  This water boy wants to play recovery flow? Trying to outlast him in this game?

  Did this wannabe bandit even bother doing his homework?

  Recovery alone can’t win fights if the gap in power is wide enough to be one-sided!

  If this was all this water boy was relying on… this win was already in the bag.

  After all, there was no way this water boy’s pockets were deep enough to keep popping those seeds indefinitely.

  Bubai didn’t believe his luck would be so evil to land him such a special rich guest.

  Hence, the strategy was clear as the sunlight above. Just rinse and repeat until the well ran dry.

  That’s the obvious way to win.

  Still, the prospect of dragging this out really didn’t sit well with Bubai.

  Long night, more dreams. Quick battle, more profits. The choice was obvious.

  Since Bubai now knew what this water boy is relying on, just target the source.

  “There.” Bubai glanced at the storage pouch tied to the water boy’s belt that somehow survived all the explosive combat thus far.

  There was no need to worry about how many pots this Wu Xiaowei had in stock.

  Just nip the problem in the bud!

  Bee-ling ba-leng! Pots started falling all over again, but that did little to deter Bubai from chasing after his goal.

  With greed as fuel, his movements grew sharper, and he even broke out in a much quicker run!

  Once he picked up his speed a little while adding a few well-timed flash steps here and there, none of those pottery even came close to hitting him!

  On the other side, the pot-thrower knew he couldn’t stop the other from getting close, but he didn’t bother running.

  The previous matches let Wu Xiaowei understand a fact.

  He wasn’t as slow as that doll-controlling wallflower, but his speed still fell short compared to those grassroot geniuses blessed by the wind or those muscleheads owning tempered bodies.

  Facing off against someone who could beat those fast peeps, there was no chance of outrunning the other!

  To win, he could only adapt other tricks.

  Wu Xiaowei’s eyes did a sweep over the battlefield, taking in the puddles that almost formed a moat. “Wei, bout time anyways.”

  Then, his eyes snapped back to his foe who was quickly approaching melee range.

  A heavy burlap sack was pulled out from his storage pouch.

  A twisted grin spread across that bandit-like face. “Wei! Have a taste of my Itching Balm!”

  The large sack swung through the air with its mouth gaping wide open, letting red powder fan out to form a thick wall of red!

  Seeing the wave of red powder crashing towards him, Bubai cursed inside, “This copycat! Despicable!”

  Despite the powder not being lethal, Bubai still honestly backpedaled to steer clear of it.

  Getting some on his skin was one thing, but wearing it like a coat and breathing it in was another.

  Sure, he won’t die.

  But having his lungs and entire body set ablaze by the itch for a few hours would probably be worse than death.

  He would rather be struck by a few more heavenly tribulation thunder than suffer through this!

  Splash. Tap. Tap.

  After falling back, Bubai waited for the wall of red dust to slowly settle, watching the semi-obscured water boy weaving a familiar series of hand seals.

  “That spell…” Bubai’s eyes narrowed. “It’s…”

  Seeing the other stick his hand up to point at the heavens, Bubai’s gaze followed and saw the swirling clouds gathering above, barely occupying half the airspace of the arena.

  Within a few breaths, water droplets broke free from the cloud, raining down to the arena.

  Feeling the cool and invigorating Qi-infused water washing away his charred dead skin, Bubai was honestly perplexed.

  “Spirit Rain Technique?”

  A basic rain summoning spell. A harmless farming skill. Why is it being used here?

  Bubai’s eyes then strayed down to dissect the battlefield.

  The answer came swiftly. The rain wasn’t just falling—it was pooling.

  Puddles scattered across the arena began to connect, merging like tributaries feeding a growing body of water.

  The area stretching far and wide around him quickly became a shallow pond that barely lapped at the soles of his boots.

  At first glance, this was a completely harmless scenario. Even his Bubai tingle didn’t trigger.

  But when Bubai’s thoughts trailed to the improvised water tactic that was still fresh on his mind, realization struck like a thunderclap. “Son of a gun!”

  Splash! Splash! Splash!

  Bubai instantly made a mad dash toward the edge of the pond, but the rain caller beat him to it.

  “Wu… ha… haa… Too late!”

  Leaping into the air, the gasping water boy gave him a friendly grin and held out the igniting talisman pinched between his two fingers.

  “Prepared a high-grade just for you. Ha… Have a nice trip!”

  A rune with sparks of lightning crackling along its surface peeled away from the paper, projecting “Lei” into mid-air...

  Tiny runic symbols forked out from the core like lightning, drawing elemental power from the void…

  In the blink of an eye, the converging power condensed into a spear of lightning…

  Then, there was a flash.

  Breaths hitched and everything fell silent.

  A streak of yellow ripped through the air like a torpedo, growing larger and larger in Bubai’s vision.

  And then—

  BOOM!