A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 329: Convincing a Rock.

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Previously on A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World...
Yan Moxuan, dying from Li Feng's attack, unleashed a catastrophic self-explosion of red sword intent that injured several disciples but left Li Feng unscathed after he crushed the man's head. Relieved with no threats remaining in the secret realm, Li Feng planned to advance his cultivation alongside Yue Lan and Fen Ziyan through dual cultivation. Suddenly, the revived Wei Zhenxin struck with green lightning targeting Yue Lan, blasting Li Feng away before powering up her sword and declaring her intent to kill the woman.

Upon hearing her words, Li Feng went quiet while his eyebrows gradually knit together.

His gaze sharpened as it fixed on her overwhelming aura.

"That’s your way of asking?"

A soft chuckle slipped from his lips as he sensed the rising battle intent emanating from her.

It seemed she wasn’t truly seeking his approval but instead... attempting to impose her will.

However, under his relaxed grin, a hint of bewilderment lingered in his eyes.

A person like her... obviously a prodigy from the righteous path... Why, though?

Why did she insist so fiercely on slaying Yue Lan?

There must be some cause, and he had to uncover it.

Thus, rather than striking right away, he inquired,

"Why are you so fixated on killing my senior sister?" His tone dropped a bit. "I don’t recall us ever offending you."

Wei Zhenxin appeared to anticipate the query.

Nevertheless, she paused briefly before replying.

"...Because if she lives, many will suffer."

Li Feng blinked at her response.

For an instant, he just stared at her, as though digesting her words.

Then... gradually...

He raised a hand to cover his face while an incredulous laugh escaped between his fingers.

"...Haha... so that’s all?"

His shoulders shook lightly as amusement crept into his tone.

"...And why would you even think of that?"

Wei Zhenxin held back her immediate reply.

His manner of speaking revealed how deeply he cherished that woman.

His protectiveness stood out unmistakably.

Her hold on the sword tightened as she eyed him, evidently pondering her next move.

"...Even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me."

Li Feng gradually dropped his hand.

The smile clung to his mouth, yet his eyes had shifted... now icier and keener.

"Oh? Then you expect me to just stand here... and let you kill her?"

A subtle pressure started emanating from his form, faint initially, then increasingly stifling.

"Or..." he tossed in offhandedly, "...are you planning to kill me as well?"

Wei Zhenxin’s stare intensified.

She sensed the strength pouring from him, but her determination held firm.

"If you stand in my way... then yes."

Her declaration chilled the air between them.

For a short while, both stayed motionless.

Then Li Feng chuckled once more, this time more gently, but far more menacingly.

"Hahaha, Interesting."

He advanced slowly with a single step.

Every footfall carried a ponderous force, like an unseen burden compressing the area around them.

His gaze stayed riveted on hers.

"You speak of suffering..." he whispered, his voice nearly playful, "yet you walk around with killing intent like it’s the most natural thing in the world."

His remark sparked a brief glint of doubt and turmoil in Wei Zhenxin’s eyes, gone in a flash.

"...You don’t understand."

"Then make me understand," Li Feng interrupted, his voice turning keen.

The whimsical vibe surrounding him vanished.

His features grew grave, exposing a profound, chillier facet hidden underneath.

"I’m giving you a chance here," he stated, his eyes narrowing faintly. "Because right now... I’m still curious."

Then, softly, he muttered,

"...And because you haven’t crossed the line yet."

The implication of his statement rang clear: Slay Yue Lan, and no more discussion... just repercussions.

Silence then expanded between them.

A gentle breeze swept by, but the atmosphere hung oppressively thick and tense.

Wei Zhenxin’s gaze flickered momentarily before she spoke.

"...You think I want to kill others?" she uttered softly.

Li Feng stayed mute, merely observing her quietly.

"...You don’t know what she is," Wei Zhenxin pressed on, her voice dropping more. "....What she’ll become."

Li Feng’s look stayed steady, though a spark of interest ignited in his eyes.

For some reason, he sensed this could reveal hints about the disaster looming over Yue Lan, so he questioned calmly,

"...Oh? Then enlighten me."

Wei Zhenxin wavered once more, longer this time, as if uttering it bore an intolerable burden.

"... Through divination, I saw it."

Her fingers clenched harder on her sword’s hilt.

"...a future filled with tragedy, all caused by that woman."

"Saw... what?"

Li Feng’s grin dimmed a touch as her revelation helped him grasp what fueled this woman’s desperate urge to eliminate Yue Lan.

Still, he hadn’t anticipated her motive stemming from fortune-telling...

It struck him as so preposterous that laughter wouldn’t come.

"So you’re telling me that you want to kill my senior sister... because of something you saw from some technique?"

He scoffed, "That is just... ridiculous."

Wei Zhenxin refused to yield, the recollection itself igniting fury in her chest.

"In that future, she wasn’t human anymore! She stood above mountains of corpses!"

Rage blazed in her voice and eyes, as if she'd personally witnessed the full horrific scene.

"Entire sects erased... cities turned to ice..."

A slight quiver slipped into her tone.

"People begged her to spare them... and she just looked down on all life with cold indifference."

Li Feng's brows knitted tightly at her words.

His Yue Lan—icy on the surface but warm inside—could never transform into such a horror, he couldn't fathom it.

'Perhaps this woman got deceived or manipulated into plotting Yue Lan's death?'

Such an idea flashed unavoidably through his mind.

If that proved true, she was utterly foolish.

Truth be told, he had no wish to slay a fellow righteous path disciple... least of all one so stunning and valiant as her.

Though reluctant to confess it, the world truly required souls like Wei Zhenxin.

Furthermore, she counted as a mighty prodigy on her own merits.

Yet above all else, Li Feng's priorities stood firm and unwavering.

Should Yue Lan ever become that monstrous fiend in the days ahead, he still wouldn't strike her down today.

However, if that dreaded day arrived and her warnings rang true... he'd leave the matter to his future self, refusing to agonize over events yet to unfold.

Li Feng never troubled himself with unborn tomorrows.

Thus, he sought to talk sense into her.

"Maybe you were tricked? There’s no way my—"

"Enough."

Wei Zhenxin’s icy tone sliced through his words. "I know what I saw, and I don’t need you to believe me."

Up came her thunder sword, aimed squarely at him.

"I will make sure those tragedies never occur. So please... don’t get in my way."