I Became a Rare Species in the Immortal Cultivation World

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Chapter 53: Special Handling Method

You You ultimately stepped forward to stop Wen Ze’s rampage. She did this not out of sympathy for the cultivators nearly whipped to death, but because Wen Ze’s indiscriminate attacks, though seemingly avoiding the main peak, were devastating the surrounding floating peaks. If left unchecked, everything would be reduced to rubble.

You You had no choice but to bargain with Wen Ze, promising two more fluffy jackets and bringing Lin Feng’s mother, Aunt Lin, to personally guarantee immediate sewing. Only then did the rampaging little monster calm down.

Sniffling, Wen Ze wrapped himself in a towel and trailed obediently behind Lin’s mother as they left, utterly ignoring the five half-dead cultivators battered by his rampage.

Wang Xu and his group remained unconscious for three days. He couldn’t fathom how a newly established sect—mostly filled with weak Qi Refinement disciples—possessed a guardian beast rivaling the God Transformation Stage. Had he known, he’d never have dared covet their spiritual veins. He still couldn’t recall how he’d lost.

Regret gnawed at him.

But it was too late. Surviving felt miraculous enough. Yet the celestial maiden-like woman addressed him sternly:

“We’ll send you back to settle this peacefully. No need for pointless conflict.”

“B…back?” Wang Xu stammered, incredulous. “You’re releasing me?”

“Of course.” You You nodded. “We’re not murderous thieves like you.”

Wang Xu flinched but forced out, “Th-thank you, celestial maiden, for sparing me.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” You You leaned forward. “You’ll compensate for the property damage, emotional distress, lost labor, formation repairs, and floating peak reconstruction. We’ll present the bill to your sect’s celestial maiden.”

“C-compensation?!”

“You wrecked our sect. Did you think it’d be free?” You You glared.

“But…you took my storage bag!”

“That’s confiscating criminal evidence!” She slammed the table. “Proof of your invasion. Understand?”

“…Understood.” Could they truly demand reparations like this? As a centuries-old Nascent Soul cultivator, he’d never encountered such audacity.

“Sign this confession, and we’ll escort you back.” She pushed forward a document titled *Ni Guang Sect’s Wang Xu: Guilt Admission Pact*.

“This paper bears a truth-binding spell.” She tapped its patterned edge. “It ensures you can’t deny your crimes before your celestial maiden. Damaging our sect isn’t just about compensation—it’s accountability.”

“Celestial maiden?” Wang Xu blurted, then clapped a hand over his mouth.

“Your sect’s celestial maiden perished decades ago,” he confessed under pressure. “Disciples scattered. Only two Nascent Souls remain—myself and another weaker elder.”

Without a celestial maiden, Ni Guang Sect was fracturing into prominent families. Wang Xu had sought their spiritual vein to establish his own clan, bringing only his bloodline’s Golden Core cultivators.

You You frowned. No leader meant no one to hold responsible.

Ling Qi’s eyes lit up. “Master, this changes nothing. Let me negotiate with Ni Guang Sect.”

Reluctantly, You You agreed. After forcing Wang Xu’s signature, she sent Ling Qi and Lin Feng to “discuss terms,” with Wen Ze as their guard—the little monster now adored all Lin-family disciples since Aunt Lin clothed him.

Watching them depart, You You sighed at the debris-strewn sky. The Five Elements Induction Formation was fixed, but the shattered peaks couldn’t be restored. Wang Xu’s raid had worsened their poverty.

Her budget was exhausted. Disciples swarmed like ants, rebuilding with ordinary wood.

“Feng Rong, must the main hall use spiritual wood? Regular timber looks fine.”

“This isn’t a shack!” He gestured impatiently. “Spiritual wood stabilizes the peaks for future teleportation arrays. Ordinary wood won’t work.”

“I know, but—”

“Relax.” Feng Rong smirked. “This problem will solve itself soon.”

A disciple rushed in. “Noble Lady! A crowd approaches, demanding an audience!”

“Trouble again?”

“Let’s see.” Grinning, Feng Rong summoned his Spirit Sword and pulled her aboard. His eagerness was palpable as they flew downhill.