Dual Cultivation System: The Villainous Servant’s Rise

That very night, Han Lie and Zhuo Hongyi arrived at the Sunset Mountain Range, a thousand miles from the Heavenly Void Sect’s main gate. Upon reaching the No. 3 Spirit Vein, Zhuo Hongyi led Han Lie to the management office to register their arrival as reinforcements.

For the first few days, the Sun Moon Sect was nowhere to be found. Everything seemed calm and peaceful. During this downtime, Zhuo Hongyi took Han Lie on a tour of the mining operations. Essentially, the primary labor force consisted of Outer Disciples. These cultivators had better aptitude than Servant Disciples but hadn’t yet made the cut for the Inner Sect. However, hope remained: the moment they broke through to the Foundation Establishment Stage, they would be promoted to Inner Disciples.

By the fifth day, night fell over the mountain range. While the extraction of Spirit Stones continued under high tension at the mine entrance, Han Lie and Zhuo Hongyi—seeking a bit of excitement—slipped away into a small grove nearby.

Han Lie pinned Zhuo Hongyi against a massive tree, his arms locking her in a firm “wall-slam.” Zhuo Hongyi’s jade-like hands cupped his face, her voice turning as soft as flowing water.

“Darling, I’ve missed you so much… kiss me, quickly.”

Han Lie didn’t need to be told twice. He greedily drank in her sweetness. Zhuo Hongyi, like parched earth finally meeting a spring rain, was instantly overwhelmed. She frantically worked at his clothes before kneeling before him.

The grove was soon filled with the rhythmic, blush-inducing sounds of their passion. Time blurred into the late hours of the night as they concluded their first “battle.” But just as they were gearing up for a second round—

BOOM!

A violent streak of spiritual power tore through the night sky, striking the entrance of the No. 3 Vein with pinpoint accuracy. Flames erupted, painting the darkness in shades of hellish orange.

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!”

The alarm bells shrieked. More barrages of spiritual energy rained down from the sky, indiscriminately hammering the mining facility.

“They’re finally here?” His mood utterly ruined, Han Lie’s eyes flashed with an icy, lethal intent.

“What a buzzkill,” Zhuo Hongyi muttered, quickly pulling her clothes back on, her face flushed with annoyance. “Let’s finish them. Leave none alive!”

As they rushed out from the grove, they saw over a dozen figures hovering in mid-air, wantonly bombarded the vein below.

“Retreat!”

The moment the enemy saw Han Lie, Zhuo Hongyi, and the vein’s management team charging out, they showed no desire for a prolonged engagement. They turned to flee immediately. The local management team pursued them for only a short distance before stopping, fearing a diversion.

This was exactly why reinforcements were needed. Han Lie and Zhuo Hongyi didn’t stop.

Han Lie swept the area with his divine sense. Of the dozen attackers, most were at the Foundation Establishment Stage. However, there were two experts among them at the mid Golden Core Stage. These two had been providing cover for the juniors, preventing the defenders from scoring any quick kills.

Seeing that only Han Lie and his companion were daring enough to give chase, the two Golden Core experts suddenly halted in mid-air. One of them gave a grand wave of his hand, and the dozen Foundation Establishment disciples instantly fanned out, surrounding Han Lie and Zhuo Hongyi.

“Haha! Isn’t this Captain Zhuo Hongyi of the Law Enforcement Hall? Fallen into our hands again, I see.”

Zhuo Hongyi narrowed her eyes, recognizing the speakers. Killing intent surged in her gaze. “You two? It seems we truly are fated enemies!”

“Who are they?” Han Lie asked calmly.

“The brothers who injured me last time with their Taiyin Technique—Yang Tian and Yang Yun of the Sun Moon Sect!” Zhuo Hongyi spat, her voice laced with bitterness.

“Oh? So it’s them.” Han Lie raised an eyebrow.

“Hehehe… Captain Zhuo, you were lucky enough to crawl away last time. You won’t be so fortunate tonight.” Yang Tian, the elder brother, watched them like a cat eyeing a cornered mouse. “And you? You dared to chase us while bringing along a single mid-stage Foundation Establishment ant? Should I call you brave, or just plain stupid?”

“Since you haven’t learned your lesson, we’ll just have to bury you both here.”

In both numbers and cultivation levels, the Sun Moon Sect side held an absolute, overwhelming advantage. From their perspective, it was a foregone conclusion.

“I can hold one of them off,” Zhuo Hongyi whispered, her brow furrowed. “But what about those Foundation Establishment disciples?”

She knew Han Lie was secretly a Golden Core, so he could handle the other brother. But ten-plus juniors launching surprise attacks from the sidelines could easily break the stalemate and lead to a disaster.

“Simple.” A slight smile curled on Han Lie’s lips as he stared directly at the Yang brothers. “Leave these two to This Senior. You go deal with the ants.”

Zhuo Hongyi blinked. To her, those juniors were indeed just pests she could wipe out in moments if left undisturbed.

“Haha!” “Hahahaha!” “Is this old man senile?!”

The Yang brothers and their disciples erupted into mocking laughter. To them, Han Lie was nothing more than a mid-Foundation Establishment weakling. He’d be lucky to survive against one of their juniors, let alone the two strongest people on the field.

Han Lie merely smiled. He gripped the air, and his black blade materialized instantly in his hand. “Yang Tian, Yang Yun… tonight, This Senior shall collect the debt you owe.”

“For using that Taiyin Technique to injure Captain Zhuo last time.”

“Hmph!” Yang Yun, the younger brother, sneered. “I thought you might actually be someone important. Turns out you’re just a puny ant spouting arrogant nonsense. Why would we both need to fight you? I can make your soul scatter with a single move!”

“Is that so? Then This Senior shall gladly accept the lesson.”

Boom!

The words had barely left his mouth when a fiery, red spiritual energy—radiating a scorching heat—enveloped his blade. Han Lie tapped the air with his toe and shot forward like a meteor. The blazing edge sliced through the night with unstoppable momentum, aimed directly at the elder brother, Yang Tian.

“What?!”

Yang Tian’s contempt vanished, replaced by a frantic scowl. He didn’t dare hesitate, materializing a longsword just in time to parry.

Clang!

The metallic ring echoed through the mountains. Though he managed to block the frontal assault, the sheer impact force sent Yang Tian flying backward through the air.

“What?!” “How is this possible?!” “Isn’t he a mid-Foundation Establishment nobody? He just sent Senior Brother Yang Tian flying with one slash!”

The younger brother and the disciples stood frozen, their faces masks of disbelief.

Hum—

The blade intent hummed softly. Instead of pursuing the elder brother, Han Lie pivoted mid-air, redirecting his lethal momentum toward the stunned Yang Yun.