I'm Actually a Cultivation Bigshot

The sky began to shake violently as soon as the golden stamp appeared. It seemed as if the world had splitted from the universe and became another dimension. Even the Wisdom was resculpturing itself. Every law of the universe, Wisdom symbiosis, power, ultimate spell were nothing compared to the golden stamp.

“What is this treasure?”

“It’s so terrifying. I can’t believe the Murong Clan has this in their possession all along. I get it now! They’re wanting to kill us all!”

“The stamp even has Wisdom swirling around it. It must be a level higher than a Wisdom Ultimate Treasure!”

“Correct me if I’m wrong but I think this stamp can create and suppress Wisdom?”

“The Murong Clan possesses a huge secret!”

Those who were still alive were scared sh*tless when they saw the golden stamp in the Murong ancestor’s hand. They finally understood how it was possible for the Murong Clan to have so many of the members breaking through to the Heavenly Realm in the past few thousand years. It was all because of the stamp which contained unpredictable power!

The Murong ancestor smiled coldly at Blackie and without even moving at all, he released a hint of the stamp’s aura which immediately neutralized Blackie’s dog paw apparition. This caused all of the members of the Murong Clan to look at the stamp with fervent eyes. Most of them there had the help of the stamp to break through their bottlenecks. The stamp was the Murong Clan’s guarantee to the peak of the power.

Nanan and others were also shocked. “So that’s how the stamp looks like. It’s even more powerful than I imagined.”

“You’re right, the stamp is definitely very powerful. I can’t believe Lord Dog’s paw attack was neutralized just like that,” said Xiao Chenfeng with eyes wide open.

The Murong ancestor might not be stronger than the Demon Emperor and yet he was able to neutralize Blackie’s attack with the help of the stamp, meaning to say that the stamp was definitely very powerful.

“I’m afraid there’s only one reason for that and it has something to do with the origins of the dimension,” said Xing Ya.

They were starting to worry because it seemed as if Lord Dog would not be able to handle it.

“You should feel proud that I have to resort to using the stamp. Now tell me the reason for your powers and I’ll make sure to grant you a quick death,” said the Murong ancestor majestically and condescendingly.

He looked greedily at Blackie and the rest of the group. He had nothing to fear now that he had the stamp in his hand. The shovel, the ladle, and the leather pants on that dog — all of the Wisdom Ultimate Treasure would belong to him soon. It would be cherry on top if he could find out the reason for their power. Then, no existence in the whole of the seven dimensions could stop the rise of the Murong Clan! Even with his cultivation, he could not help but smile a little at this.

Blackie shook his head and in a cold tone said, “You want to know the reason for our power? Ha! That’s not something for the likes of you to know!”

“If that’s the case, you leave with no choice but to kill you all!” The Murong ancestor said with a cruel smile on his face. He infused the stamp with his mana and immediately a holy sacred energy imbued with Wisdom surged up and exploded in the sky.

There was no way a Heavenly Fighter could handle this Wisdom ultimate spell when even a hint of the Power of Wisdom was enough to destroy them. One look at the spell was enough to cause their Dao heart to break down from the indescribable pressure!

Cultivator Junjun and others, who were sweating profusely, stood behind Lord Dog and cheered him on. “Go, Lord Dog, go!”

Xing Ya gulped and said worriedly, “Should we…back away a little more?”

Blackie bared his fangs and barked madly at the Murong ancestor. There was a serious expression never seen on his face before. His leather pants had detached from his butt and was floating in the sky and with the rise of the wind, began to expand itself like a flag until it became a barrier big enough to shield them from the Murong ancestor’s attack. The mosaic patch was giving out an eye-piercing glow and exploded, too, with a wave of terrifying Power of Wisdom and an endless mosaic light swirled around the barrier.

“Go!” The Murong ancestor scoffed as he threw down the stamp at Blackie. The stamp shot down the ground like a mountain and the sky was instantly filled with the angry roar of Wisdom. Before the stamp even reached Blackie, it had already wiped out the mosaic light with its golden glow.

“Huh! As if your pathetic mosaic would be able to resist my stamp!” The Murong ancestor said gloatingly.

The stamp continued to make its descent on the leather pants. From the third-party point of view, they admitted the barrier created by the leather pants was truly extraordinary but compared to the stamp there was still a huge difference in power, just like comparing a hammer to a paper.

Nuwa took a deep breath and said, “This stamp is too odd. We can’t let Lord Dog handle it by himself. We should fight too!”

Xiao Chenfeng gripped his sword tightly in his hand. “Ok, ready whenever you are.”

The rest of the group also prepared themselves by activating their mana as they stared fixedly at Blackie and the stamp, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Finally, the stamp made contact with the leather pants but it did not cause a big explosion. Instead, it seemed as if everything was frozen in place.

“How…what’s going on?” The Murong ancestor was shocked. He did everything he could to activate the stamp but received no response. He could even sense that the link between the stamp and him had been somewhat broken. This was not surprising since he had never completely mastered the stamp at all. He began to panic.

Cultivator Junjun and the rest of the group became overjoyed at the development for they were already prepared to fight to the death but now had no need to.

“We’re saved! We’re saved!”

“Yay! Long live the short leather pants made by the expert!”

“Are they…befriending each other?”

“It feels so weird. It seems like the stamp and the leather pants are friends.”

At the same time, the shovel and ladle in Nanan and Dragin’s hands started to vibrate and flew toward the stamp. Immediately, the leather pants, shovel and ladle surrounded the stamp while blinking furiously. Suddenly, the shovel and ladle slammed themselves down on the stamp.

A ringing sound echoed through the sky and everyone’s soul nearly flew out from shock. The stamp drooped its ‘head’ as if it was being chastised like a kid who had done something wrong and yet the shovel and ladle kept on beating it with the leather pants joining in after.

The sound of the beating sounded like a demon screaming and everyones’ eyes were about to pop out as their jaws fell to the ground. All the colors had drained out of the Murong ancestor’s body and he was trembling violently. A gurgling noise came out of his opened mouth as if his words were stuck in his throat. Tears began to flow from his eyes and that was not the only liquid coming out of his body.

How could the Origins of Dimension, with the power to suppress Wisdom and whose existence he must humbly revere, be acting like a kid getting a beating from his parents? A chill ran down his spine. “Impossible! This can’t be happening!”

He started wailing like a banshee, unable to process everything that was happening before him, and was questioning his very existence. What could be more despairing than one’s ultimate weapon going over to the enemy’s side?

“Come back! Come back this very instant!” He shouted as he used his mana to pull the stamp back to no avail. Finally the stamp deigned to give him a response but it was one of killing intent as it flew towards it with a majestic force.

“No, you can’t do this to me. I’m your master!

“Why? Tell me where did I go wrong?

“Ah! Have mercy. I’m sorry. No——!

The Murong ancestor was instantly killed by the stamp. He did not die peacefully and felt someone had cheated him out of all his glory.

“Is the ancestor…dead?” All the members of the Murong Clan were trembling with disbelief.

“I can’t believe the stamp defected to the shovel, ladle and leather pants just like that! It’s totally crazy!”

“How did they do it? What kind of people are they?”

“Oh no, this is surely the end of the Murong Clan!”

“Spare us, Lord Dog. Please spare us.”

Everyone was breaking down and quickly fell to their knees to beg for their lives.

“Wasn’t it just a moment ago you were all talking about making me into dog meat? You dare to beg for your lives now?” Blackie said with a cruel smile on his face. Then he waved his paw and said, “Human pets, kill them all!”

“Sh*t you, Lord Dog! Don’t force me to turn my sword against you!” Xiao Chengfeng said in despair.

“We know we can’t win you in a fight but that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want to us,” Jiang Liu said.

“I would rather die than suffer through this humiliation!” Xing Ya said.

They were all stomping their feet in anger but could do nothing to Blackie, which made them even more furious so they decided to vent their anger on the Murong Clan. After that, they seized possession of the Heaven Spiritual Rice and happily made their way back to the seventh dimension.

Xing Ya exhaled deeply and said, “Phew, I was really scared sh*tless. I thought I was a goner for sure.”

“We should have more faith in the expert. He wouldn’t have sent us to a fruitless mission. In the end, the stamp came with us out of its own free will.”

“Yeah, I never expected the stamp to obediently follow us back after seeing the expert’s treasures. The expert sure works in mysterious ways.”

“I shudder to think what would happen if the Wisdom Ultimate Treasures didn’t save us in time.”

“Oh, save it. It’s only us that thinks this stamp is powerful. Have you all forgotten that the expert treats this stamp as a mere walnut cracking tool?”

They all went silent at that, for the truth hurt.

On the way back, they kept on reliving the battle before for self-reflection and for finding more ways to praise the expert. Soon, they could see the Fallen Immortal Mountain in the distance and their eyes began to burn with passion. They could not wait to see how the expert would reward them when they honorably offered him the stamp. However, there was the matter of who would go since they knew they should not all barge in to disturb him.

“How about letting Tong Tian come with me?” Cultivator Junjun asked, “Tong Tian had only just come back and he was the one who told us about the stamp. Therefore, it makes sense for him to go visit the expert.”

They all agreed with his reasoning but that did not make it any easier to accept so they could not help but sigh.

Cultivator Junjun told Tong Tian some of the things he should take note of and after that the two of them landed in the Fallen Immortal Mountain to make their way up to the four-part architecture.

“Remember to mind your manners when visiting the expert,” said Cultivator Junjun.

“Don’t worry about it! I will behave courteously and reverently but I must say I’m a little nervous and excited.”

They were progressing at lightning speed but when they reached halfway up the mountain, Tong Tian suddenly jerked around as all the hairs on his body stood on their ends. His pupils shrank into a needle line as he looked toward the demons in the forest.

All the demons there had their power suppressed but their Heavenly Realm aura was still swirling around. Being a Chaos Daluo Golden Immortal, he could only sense a terrifying power. He gulped and in a trembling voice asked, “Are they all…Heavenly Realm demons?”

“What demons? Be mindful of your words when in front of the expert,” said Cultivator Junjun with a wave of his hand. “Those are nothing but game meat to the expert. They’ll be slaughtered to satisfy the expert’s craving.”

“They used to be the Demon Emperor’s subordinates but have all become game meat now,” Dragin explained.

‘Is that what being an expert means? That one can keep a bunch of Heavenly Realm demons around for game meat? Does that mean I’m even worse than a game meat for being a mere Chaos Daluo Golden Immortal?’ Tong Tian suddenly felt ashamed of himself and decided he was nothing more than useless junk.

Soon, they saw the simple four-part architecture within their field of vision. Nanan quickly walked up and knocked on the gate. “Brother Li, we’re back!”

“Coming!” Li Nianfan said. Then, the gate opened with a creaking sound. “Did you get it?” Li Nianfan asked with a smile.

“Brother Li, we not only found something for the walnut but something else too!” Nanan said excitedly.

“Oh? And what might that be?”

“It’s something edible. Some kind of rice.” Nanan showed him the Heaven Spiritual Rice.

Li Nianfan took one glance at it and became filled with joy. “This is… glutinous rice!” It was easy to tell the difference between glutinous rice and normal rice. Although they were both oval in shape, glutinous rice was thinner and longer while normal rice was a little fatter and rounder.

However, that was not the point. The point was, compared to normal rice, one could create any more dishes from glutinous rice such as, rice dumplings, sweet rice dumplings, sweet rice wine, pumpkin cake, osmanthus cake, fried chop rice cake…