Dual Cultivation System: The Villainous Servant’s Rise

Chapter 248: The Star-Sucking Demonic Art Stuns Chi Lian! You Won’t Secretly Drain Me, Will You?

“Oh?” Chi Lian arched a delicate, perfectly shaped eyebrow, her interest piqued. “As long as you keep him alive for the execution, do as you please.”

To her, Old Ghost Black Sha was already a spent force. Even if she tossed his current cultivation into the Spiritual Power Heavenly River, it wouldn’t make a ripple. If her little brother wanted to play with his food, who was she to deny him?

“Heh. Don’t worry, Sister Chi Lian. I promise he’ll survive.”

Han Lie grinned, turning his gaze toward the broken man on the floor. His expression was that of a starving wolf eyeing a wounded deer.

“You… What are you doing, brat?!”

Old Ghost Black Sha’s face darkened with a new kind of terror. The political maneuvering was over; now, something primal and predatory was looking at him. A chill that had nothing to do with the cold stone floor seeped into his marrow.

“Hall Master Black Sha,” Han Lie said, his voice smooth and mocking. “We cultivators must learn to let go. Why make things difficult for yourself?”

He stepped closer, his shadow falling over the trembling elder. “Honestly, looking at you now, I feel a pang of pity. But take comfort—becoming a stepping stone on my path to the Great Emperor realm is the greatest glory you will ever achieve.”

Han Lie reached out.

Black Sha tried to scramble backward, but the crimson ribbons of Chi Lian’s energy bound him tight, denying him even the dignity of a retreat. He could only watch, eyes wide with horror, as Han Lie’s palm descended and clamped firmly onto the crown of his skull.

“Hall Master, I graciously accept your lifetime of hard work.”

“Uh… Gaaahhh—!!”

The moment Han Lie’s fingers tightened, the Star-Sucking Demonic Art roared to life.

Deep within Black Sha’s Purple Mansion, his Nascent Soul—the crystallized essence of his existence—shrieked. Invisible talons seemed to bypass flesh and bone, hooking directly into his spiritual core and ripping the energy out in violent torrents.

The essence surged through the top of his skull, flooding into Han Lie like a river breaking a dam.

“Agghhh! My… My cultivation!”

Black Sha felt his very foundation collapsing. His body convulsed, muscles seizing as he was hollowed out from the inside. His face twisted into a mask of absolute agony, veins bulging and popping under the strain.

“Hm?”

On the high seat, Chi Lian’s eyes widened slightly.

She leaned forward, observing the black, swirling vortex of energy around Han Lie’s hand. He is devouring Black Sha’s cultivation directly?

She knew the contents of the Heavenly Void Sect’s Scripture Pavilion by heart; there was no orthodox technique that allowed for such plunder. Was this a gift from Ye Qingxuan?

She frowned. Unlikely. If that icy woman had a technique this potent, she wouldn’t have hidden it. And she certainly wouldn’t have handed it to a man she treats as a pawn.

“Gaaah—Stop! Please!”

The screams curdled the air, but Han Lie remained impassive, a conduit for the stolen power.

As the energy flooded his meridians, Han Lie’s aura began to climb. It surged past limits that would take normal cultivators decades to breach.

The process lasted for hours.

Han Lie was careful. He didn’t drain the dregs; he left just enough spark in Black Sha’s soul to keep the man breathing, adhering to Chi Lian’s condition.

Even with the Star-Sucking Demonic Art converting only fifty percent of the stolen energy, the sheer volume of a veteran Hall Master’s power was staggering.

Crack.

An audible boom echoed from Han Lie’s body. The barrier to the next realm shattered like glass.

His aura exploded outward, stable and terrifying. He had vaulted directly from the Mid Nascent Soul Stage to the Late Nascent Soul Stage.

On the floor, Old Ghost Black Sha was a desiccated husk. Skin hung loosely on his bones; his hair had turned the color of dead ash. He lay gasping like a fish on dry land, a single, muddy tear tracing a path through the grime on his face.

Centuries of bitter cultivation. Gone. Stolen to pave the road for the man he hated most.

Chi Lian watched the tear fall with cold indifference. Pitiable, she thought. But the pitiable always have a reason for their misery. If he hadn’t sought to destroy others, he wouldn’t be food for them now.

“Huu…”

Han Lie exhaled a long plume of turbid air. He clenched his fists, feeling the majestic power roaring through his veins. It was intoxicating.

Less than two years.

From a Golden Core nobody to a Late Nascent Soul powerhouse. In the orthodox world, this speed was heresy. But between the Spiritual Power Heavenly River, the dual cultivation sessions with Ye Qingxuan and Chi Lian, and now this feast… he was defying the heavens.

“All done,” Han Lie said, smoothing his robes. He turned to Chi Lian with a bright, satisfied smile. “Thank you for the meal, Sister.”

Chi Lian stood slowly, her crimson robes flowing like liquid fire. “You really are full of surprises, Little Brother. I thought you wanted to torture him for information, but you… you just ate him.”

She walked down the steps, circling him, her finger tracing the line of his jaw. “Tell me… in the future, when we are dual cultivating, you won’t secretly drain my cultivation, will you?”

Her tone was teasing, but her eyes were sharp.

Han Lie laughed, catching her hand. “That depends entirely on your performance, Sister. If you please me, I’ll flood you with pure Yang energy. If not… well, I might get hungry.”

“Is that a threat?” Chi Lian’s eyes danced with dangerous delight. “Good. Next time, I’ll show you exactly who conquers whom.”

………

After having the half-dead Old Ghost Black Sha imprisoned, Chi Lian sent people to notify all disciples of the Overlord Hall.

She ordered them all to gather at the Martial Arts Square in three days.

Simultaneously, Chi Lian issued an Elder’s Decree, announcing that a Grand Tribunal would be held at the Martial Arts Square three days later!

As for the target of the tribunal, Chi Lian did not specify in the decree.

But this did not prevent the hall masters and disciples of various departments from developing a strong curiosity about the upcoming tribunal after receiving the decree.

Human nature is to flock to spectacles, and even in the cultivation world, this law cannot be escaped.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

During these three days, a temporary execution platform was erected in the Martial Arts Square.

Early in the morning, apart from a few disciples who were genuinely uninterested,

tens of thousands of Inner Disciples gathered at the Martial Arts Square, eagerly awaiting the start of the Grand Tribunal.

Many disciples were discussing among themselves who the Elder Council was going to publicly put on trial.

Meanwhile.

In the Elder Council.

“Han Lie, after I execute Old Ghost Black Sha, the disciples of the Overlord Hall will be handed over to you,” Chi Lian instructed before setting out.

Han Lie was slightly taken aback and asked, “Sister Chi Lian, you mean… you want me to deal with the thousands of disciples of the Overlord Hall?”

“What else?”

Chi Lian said, “We don’t know how many among the thousands of disciples of the Overlord Hall are Old Ghost Black Sha’s confidants, who have betrayed the sect alongside him.”

“So, adhering to the principle of ‘better to kill a thousand by mistake than let one traitor escape,’ we should eliminate all the disciples under Old Ghost Black Sha’s command.”

Upon hearing this, Han Lie’s eyes widened, and his heart suddenly raced!

………..