I'm Actually a Cultivation Bigshot

Under the night sky, Panther Demon King returned to his original form. He was kneeling with his hand on the ground, shaking. His eyes were full of fear. He had no doubt he would not have lasted a second more being frozen.

‘How is it possible for her to be this strong? Is her attack imbued with the Power of Wisdom?’ wondered Panther Demon King.

“Take me to the Ministry,” ordered Daji.

“As you command,” said Bull Demon King. Then, he hesitated for a second, feeling a little guilty. “But we have to be careful there. If defeat seems inevitable, we should come back to strategize.”

Meanwhile at Dog Mountain, the space around it was slightly distorted. To the naked eye, it seemed like nothing had happened. However, the entire mountain had been isolated from the real world with a protective barrier.

At the same time, a strange green-smoke aura surrounded Dog Mountain and rose into the air. All the Dog Demons in the Dog Mountain trembled slightly-feeling a surge of fatigue across their entire bodies before they fell to the ground, one by one with their eyelids closed.

At the peak of Dog Mountain, Blackie woke up from his sleep. The two Dog Demon servants —whose jobs were to give him a massage and fan him-were sleeping soundly with their mouths open.

Blackie took two steps forward and with the moonlight as his background, looked toward the darkness in front of him, his eyes darkened and fangs bared. Fierceness and anger consumed him.

“So, this is the Heavenly Realm dog. Look at how stout he is!”

Four figures appeared in the night sky, walking on thin air. They stared emotionlessly at Blackie, as if he was the prey and they, the hunter.

Blackie’s aura locked itself on the four figures and it was as if the sky suddenly lowered by a few centimeters. “Which one of you thought it was a good idea to cause trouble on my territory?”

Out of the four figures, two were from the Heavenly Realm and the other two were from the Chaos Daluo Golden Immortal Realm. In Blackie’s eyes, the two Chaos Daluo Golden Immortals were as good as invisible to him. As for the other two from the Heavenly Realm, it should not be difficult to deal with them. He would crush them one by one with his paws.

The muscled man ignored Blackie and said, “The Chaos kept surprising me with all these different miracles. How could such a dog exist?”

“Hey black dog, you’re kinda cool.”

Another old man clothed in black said in a raspy voice, “We demon hunters from the Ministry rarely fail in our missions. You killed three of our high-level members last time. You better hope your value’s enough to recoup our losses!”

“This is so bothersome. Let me kill you all and get back to my bed.” Blackie angrily shook his paws as if chasing away a mosquito. Then, he raised his paws, and a dog print big enough to cover the sky appeared out of thin air and shot down on the four figures like a falling meteorite.

Faced with the attack, the muscled-man only smiled coldly. Then, he took a step forward, his robe billowing in the wind, looked at the giant paw print, and raised his fist to punch it.

Boom!

The collision sounded like a volcano exploding and the power swallowed up the paw print. The punch’s power did not diminish but instead, transformed into a raging dragon, roaring forward with a force strong enough to destroy everything in its path. “Damn!” Blackie stomped on the ground and a golden dog bowl appeared out of nowhere, transforming into a shield which quickly rotated until it formed a vortex, sucking in all the power of the punch.

Blackie was not afraid of the attack. However, there were a lot of Dog Demons on Dog Mountain. If he did not contain the attack, all of them would die.

Without skipping a beat, Blackie’s eyes flashed with violence and with all four paws on the ground, he appeared in front of the muscled man in no time. He let out the same attackthe paw print.

“Sky Sealing Iron Chain!” The muscled man laughed and instead of retreating, he aimed straight at the paw print with his fist raised. At the same time, numerous iron chains appeared from behind him like tentacles and rushed toward Blackie.

Bang! Crash!

The muscled-man shot out like a cannonball immediately. His hand, along with the upper half of his body, were crushed-bones, blood, and flesh mixing together. It did not take long for his wound to heal and once they did, he turned to look at Blackie with smiling eyes.

Four iron chains had pierced through Blackie’s body and his blood was dripping down the chains. His face remained impassive and with a wave of his paw, the chains broke loose. However, the wounds on his body did not heal themselves. It stayed bloody and frightening.

He knitted his brow together-something was off.

Since the beginning of the fight, his attack should be much more powerful than that. It was not the opponents who were too strong, it was him—he had become weaker!

There was also the matter of his wounds not healing, which should be something easily achievable for him who was from the Heavenly Realm. Something was definitely off.

“Immortal Weaken Spell, Sealing Spirit!” said a voice from somewhere, stern and strange.

Suddenly, a giant gray ghostly face appeared out of nowhere in the sky, directly on top of Blackie’s head.

The same gray current engulfed his body and within the current, there was a gray string connecting him to the ghostly face. The string acted as a pipe, draining Blackie of his power and drastically decreasing his attack power. “You’re like a fish in a barrel now, big black dog. Why don’t you just surrender quietly?” said the old man wearing a black robe with a cold smile. His tone was one of cockiness, knowing full well victory was his.

In a flash, he moved closer to Blackie with his hands aiming for Blackie’s throat, as if he was trying to capture a stray dog.

Blackie bared his fangs and his eyes were full of intent to kill. “I hate people who act all cool in front of me. You must die!”

The old man wearing the black robe laughed mockingly. “Do you still plan to resist? I’d like to see you try and kill me.”

As soon as he said that, Blackie bent down slightly and disappeared from his view.

“How’s this possible?”

The old man wearing the black robe’s heart ran cold. He could not believe what he just saw and was about to retreat when he felt his head detach from his body.

Blackie, with impassioned eyes, stood behind him with his two front paws slashing for dear life. “You like acting cool huh? Do you? Do

you?”

Slice! Slice! Slice!

His movements were so fast they caused one to go dizzy just by looking at it. The old man wearing the black robe turned to dust under Blackie’s attack and yet, he showed no sign of stopping. His paws kept slashing the air, each attack imbued with the Power of Wisdom, causing the space in front of him to be distorted. The dust melted into the air, infinitely refining. “Lock him up, I say!” The muscled man’s expression was grave. He did not waste any more time casting a spell. The iron chains, as thick as a python, appeared out of thin air again and encircled themselves around Blackie.

Blackie’s mana gushed out from his body and with a shake, the chains broke loose again. But it was enough time for the man wearing the black robe to reconstruct his body. His face pale and frightened, he quickly fled from Blackie. Never again would he try to act cool in front of him.

Never in a thousand years would he expect Blackie, a mere dog, to be able to summon so much power even under the Immortal Weaken Spell. If it was not for the muscled-man lending a helping hand, his life force would have been extinguished at the core by Blackie.

It gave him goosebumps just thinking about it.

Deities from the Heavenly Realm are hard to eliminate. If Blackie was able to do that, it meant that his level was way, way, way higher than his. It was also important not to overlook the fact that Blackie’s attack power had been drastically reduced by the Right Messenger’s Witchcraft.

“The three high-level members never stood a chance. His power’s indeed extraordinary!” The old man wearing the black robes retreated further, putting more distance between them. Although he looked as good as new, it would be a long time before he recovered from his near-death experience.

At the thought of this, his mouth twitched slightly and he said with a cold face. “Everyone, attack together! Don’t hold back! Let’s end this quickly!”

“The Ultimate Lockdown!”

Clink! Clink! Clink!

This time, even the two Chaos Daluo Golden Immortals joined the battle. The four figures cast their spells at the same time and an infinite number of iron chains appeared from behind them, shooting through the space and aiming straight for Blackie.

The iron chains surrounded Blackie, making it impossible for him to escape. All the chains had been imbued with Heavenly Power of Law and could imprison mana and Primordial Spirit. Even Chaos Daluo Golden Immortals would not be foolish enough to go near this spell.

“Interesting, very interesting,” said the Right Messenger who cast the Immortal Weaken Spell in the Demon City. He slowly opened his eyes and let out a sinister laugh.

He raised his index finger to his mouth and bit it until it bled. A drop of blood floated in front of him and although the blood was red, the glow it was emitting was a ghostly green-the type of green that would cause anyone to suffocate.

The Right Messenger softly coughed two times. His eyes shone brighter. “I knew it wouldn’t be this easy to capture that dog! But all the more fun, right? Looks like I need to power up my spell. Immortal Weaken Spell, Ultimate Weakening!”

The floating drop of blood flew into the flames in front of the Right Messenger with a touch of a lever. The flame flared up violently, almost touching the ceiling and engulfing the room.

The gray ghostly face above Dog Mountain became bigger, almost covering the sky. It looked as if it was about to fall on the mountain.

Wave after wave of the strange and unbreakable currents tumbled onto Blackie’s body, reducing his power by half. The wounds on his body worsened. Ping! Ping! Ping! The dog bowl acted like a turtle shell, keeping all the iron chains from entering. But they kept coming, hitting the dog bowl every second, causing it to shake violently.

Ping!

Within the span of a breath, the dog bowl dimmed and was swatted away.

Blackie emerged from underneath and the four men were caught off guard by his appearance

— they nearly could not recognize him! “You’ve gone…bald!” said the muscled-man, his eyes as wide as saucers.

The visual contrast was too shocking! Blackie was in his element at the start of the fight, his fur glistening with happiness. Now, however, he had become as bald as a naked mole-rat like magic! Was Blackie a magician as well? Blackie took advantage of their surprise and shot toward them. His face was solemn as if he did not take his baldness to heart. He calmly appeared in front of one of the Chaos Daluo Golden Immortals and crushed him with his paw.

“How dare you look down on me by sending two low-levels after me!” Blackie’s voice was cold, very cold. The simple attack was enough to frighten the Chaos Daluo Golden Immortal to death. He wanted to flee but found himself bound by a spell, unable to move an inch.

Poof!

Under Blackie’s attack, the high and mighty Chaos Daluo Golden Immortal became a toy and disappeared completely with the wind.

However, Blackie had already moved on to his next target and appeared in front of the remaining Chaos Daluo Golden Immortal who was already trying to escape, but it was all in vain.

“Save me!”

“Stop!” cried the muscled man and the old man wearing the black robes with a slight tremble in their voices. Once again, countless iron chains rushed toward Blackie.

“Fools.” Blackie’s baldness did not diminish his demeanor at all. His lips curved into a cold smile as he dealt a blow to the Chaos Daluo Golden Immortal without any hesitation.

‘How foolish of them to think I would stop after what they’ve done to me,’ he thought.

Poof!

The same sound, the same ending. Two Chaos Daluo Golden Immortals were eliminated, one after another. Just like that.

The iron chains kept coming from behind, piercing his back and digging into his flesh, drawing a river of blood all over him. He tensed his body a little as if he did not feel any pain. With a quick movement and ignoring his wounds, he rushed toward the old man wearing the black robes again. The memories of nearly being eliminated still fresh in the old man wearing the black robe’s mind, he panicked and started to retreat. However, Blackie managed to pounce on him before he managed to flee, breaking all his bones.

“What a courageous dog! Even Chaos Beasts are no match for him!” said the Right Messenger with glee. His eyes flashed with violence and he moved a green dagger to the burning flame with his thoughts.

“He would be proud to know that he has forced me to use my ultimate skill.” He then adjusted another lever and uttered calmly, “Immortal Weaken Spell, Cursed Life!”

The green dagger pointed toward him, piercing through his heart, and blood spurted out of his chest.

At the same moment, the berserked Blackie’s entire body shook violently and blood started to spurt out of his chest, too. His Primordial Spirit ended up with the same fate and he fell to the floor, catatonic.

The muscled man and the man wearing the black robes roared with laughter. They wasted no time in making sure Blackie was bound tightly by the iron chains, not allowing him to return any attack.

Inside the Demon City, a bored Li Nianfan was playing with Little Fox. Daji and Fire Phoenix had gone to Fox Mountain, leaving him alone to accompany his sister-in-law. He was bored out of his mind with this babysitting duty.

He looked toward the direction of the Dog Mountain and suddenly his eyes shone brightly with an idea. “Little Fox, the night’s still long and we’re still not sleepy so why don’t we go to Dog Mountain to visit Blackie? I’m sure it’ll be a nice surprise for him!”