Chunibyo in Cultivation World

A rain of spiritual energy swept across the endless barren lands, descending in fine, continuous drizzle, each thread infused with Li Tianwei’s spiritual power.

Those who ran outside to bathe in the rain widened their eyes the moment they felt the moisture touch their skin.

”I feel so warm… my body is full of strength！”

”My wounds have healed！”

”My illness is gone—it’s this rain！”

”Divine rain! Divine rain! Everyone, come out quickly！”

At that moment, some had already fallen to their knees, shouting fervently.

More and more people went out to enjoy the baptism of this spiritual rain.

However, the sudden downpour caused those who were with Lin Xiaoyu to tense up subconsciously.

”This rain… it means a powerful cultivator has arrived.”

Feeling the torrential rain and the surging spiritual energy within it, all the cultivators sensed that something extraordinary was happening.

Even so, they still held on to a sliver of hope. In their minds, everyone here was a cultivator—surely no one would make a fuss over a few mortals. Besides, they had the Sacred Land of Lingxu backing them!

With that thought, many began to relax, their hearts settling completely.

On the other side, Zhang Baiwang looked out at the rain, his fists clenching tightly.

”I wonder which bastard is making trouble again. Does he really think he’s some great immortal sent to save the suffering?”

He had encountered such situations several times before—passing cultivators unable to tolerate mortal suffering would occasionally perform a rain spell. Most would simply leave afterward.

Of course, there were always those who didn’t know their place. As for their fate… Zhang Baiwang preferred not to mention it.

Here, they were the heavens—the only heavens.

Watching the rain outside, Zhang Baiwang instinctively turned toward the distance. Within the endless drizzle, he spotted a black dot slowly growing larger and closer.

”Someone’s coming… who is it?”

Zhang Baiwang frowned, and soon saw a figure approaching—holding a soul banner, black mist rising from his body, blending with the falling rain like a curtain veiling the heavens.

Seeing this, Zhang Baiwang instinctively stepped back, a bad feeling welling up inside him.

”A demonic cultivator? Or perhaps the one who brought the rain?”

He had no time to ponder. At that very moment, Li Tianwei, filled with fury, had already arrived at Zhoushan City. The instant he set foot there, he released his aura without restraint.

——BOOM——

In an instant, the terrifying pressure of Li Tianwei’s Fusion Golden Core erupted outward.

Though it was merely the power of the Golden Core Realm, at that moment it poured down upon the cultivators of Zhoushan City with the might of a Nascent Soul—no, even greater, like that of a Spirit Transformation expert—or perhaps something stronger still.

Every cultivator within Zhoushan City was stunned in place, unable to move.

Zhang Baiwang had not expected this sudden visitor to act so decisively—without a word, he suppressed the entire city. Such conduct was completely against all conventions.

Normally, one would arrive at Zhoushan City, conduct an investigation, speak with local cultivators, witness firsthand the cruelty of the evil ones who tormented mortals, gather intelligence from nearby cities, and then, after collecting enough evidence, act methodically to eliminate them.

But Li Tianwei’s actions were pure, unrestrained intimidation—he clearly looked down upon the Sacred Land of Lingxu behind Zhang Baiwang.

If Li Tianwei had known Zhang Baiwang’s thoughts, he likely wouldn’t have bothered to reply. Reasoning with corrupted cultivators tainted by evil arts? Better to gather them all within the banner.

”Senior, Zhoushan City is under the jurisdiction of the Sacred Land of Lingxu. I am its stationed guardian. By releasing such oppressive force—are you declaring war against the Sacred Land?”

Zhang Baiwang’s spiritual power circulated as he spoke, his voice echoing above Zhoushan City.

”Hahaha! Waving your big flag now, are you?”

”Take a good look—see what this is.”

In that instant, Li Tianwei followed the thread of his spiritual power, appearing above Zhang Baiwang, and produced the Sacred Lord’s Order of Lingxu.

”The Sacred Order…！”

Staring at the token in Li Tianwei’s hand, Zhang Baiwang trembled and swallowed hard. Though he had known this outcome would come sooner or later, when it truly arrived, fear still overtook him.

”Since the Sacred Land already knows, there’s nothing left for me to say. Take me back to face punishment.”