I, the Destined Villain, Start by Controlling the Saint

To become a Foundation Establishment cultivator before the age of ten!

How incredible that would have been!

Unfortunately, an accident caused his cultivation to stagnate. Not only did it stagnate, but it also kept falling, until now he was only at the third level of Qi Refining.

Ten years ago, just as he was about to establish his foundation, a celestial phenomenon suddenly arose. Seven-colored divine lightning filled the sky above him with an ancient pressure that made everyone unable to lift their heads, more terrifying than a tribulation for Immortal Ascension.

He had planned to quietly establish his foundation and then amaze everyone.

Unexpectedly, after that storm of divine lightning, not only did he fail to establish his foundation, but he was also struck by the lightning, leaving him in a wretched state.

In his Dantian, a broken small tower had appeared.

He thought that surviving a great disaster would bring great fortune.

Who knew that surviving a great disaster would bring endless trouble.

This was also the beginning of his nightmare.

This small tower frantically devoured the Spiritual Qi in his body. Any Spiritual Qi that entered him would eventually end up belonging to the tower.

No matter how much he filled it, it was never enough.

Gradually, his cultivation began to drop.

In the eyes of others, this indeed became a joke. The Genius of yesterday had become the Trash of today, inevitably drawing sighs of pity.

He also welcomed his own exclusive skill, a passive talent:

Being mocked upon meeting anyone, being doubted upon taking action; no one thought highly of him, not a single person.

”You absorb my Spiritual Qi every day; I know you can hear me speaking,” Qin Feng said coldly.

Unexpectedly, there was no response.

He pulled out the Essence Severing Pill from his robes. This was for Foundation Establishment cultivators to form their Golden Core. If a Qi Refining Cultivator swallowed it, they would surely be blown apart by the majestic Spiritual Qi.

He gritted his teeth and hardened his heart. Don’t you need spiritual power?

Take it, take it all.

As it turned out, this swallow opened the door to a new world.

He was pulled into the small tower for a quarter of an hour. When he reappeared, he was already incomparably confident, and even his cultivation had become the fourth level of Qi Refining.

One trip inside, and he directly raised a minor Realm!

”Immortal King Small Tower! I didn’t expect a Senior Immortal King’s remnant soul to be living inside!”

The plot of the story was so familiar: a broken small tower, a remnant soul Senior, absorbing his Spiritual Qi just to nourish the Divine Soul and recover some consciousness.

Although he didn’t know what Realm an Immortal King was, as long as it had the title ’Immortal’, it must be very powerful.

”Hmph, the destiny belonging to me, Qin Feng, has finally arrived. I knew that I, Qin Feng, was destined to be the one who suppresses the ages.”

”Saint? Wait for thirteen years of my cultivation, I dare to send the Saint to the Yellow Springs!”

”If he doesn’t obediently return my cousin to me, hmph, Saint? I’ll make sure he never returns!”

---Achoo~~

Xiao Fan, who was in seclusion, accidentally sneezed.

He rubbed his nose, somewhat puzzled. Could I, a Golden Core Cultivator, still catch a cold?

It must be some idiot cursing me again.

At that moment, someone from the Holy Land came to deliver a message.

”Saint, the Grand Elder requests your presence.”

”Understood.”

The Grand Elder?

He had been in the Holy Land for over half a year and hadn’t seen the Grand Elder many times. He’d go take a look.