Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 361 - 303: A Sloppy Curse Brings Tears to Kin

Chapter 361: Chapter 303: A Sloppy Curse Brings Tears to Kin

"Didn’t anyone notice that cousin also made it to the ranking this time?"

The commoner pointed at the list at the top, saying with a strange expression.

Everyone really looked towards the top ten positions, and Mo Xiuwen’s name was prominently in the ninth place.

To this, cousin was quite embarrassed because his cultivation didn’t belong to the top tier among the Nine Sects’ disciples.

The blacklist? Not quite.

Especially when You Li thoughtfully said, "The Mo Family excels at mechanical magical artifacts; this must be ranked based on cousin’s actual combat ability."

Cousin’s crafting ability is well recognized within the Self-Improvement Sect; if given time to create all sorts of magical artifacts, breaking into the top five wouldn’t be difficult.

The list also provided ample justification, citing the Mo Family’s mechanical technique.

"This is to lay the groundwork for the Mo Family’s artifact business. The Inspectorate has communicated with the family, and after this, they will vigorously promote the Mo Family’s artifacts."

Cousin said with a smile. If it were just for an empty title, the Mo Family wouldn’t be happy for him to stand out on the list, but if it’s about business, that’s another story.

It’s said that the Sixth of the Mo Family went to the Inspectorate and didn’t hesitate to sell out his nephew, so the business must be promising.

The remaining top ten haven’t changed much, with Ye Dongling still at the top, You Li in second place, and Ye Hei in third...

Except for the name of the already deceased Senior Brother Huangfu Liang being replaced, there’s nothing new other than cousin appearing on it.

The rest of the people weren’t very interested; they were just there for the fun.

They truly didn’t care about the ranking on the list, as there was a talent beside them that the Celestial Pride List couldn’t accommodate. If he were ranked, he would probably be the only one playing on it.

"How much sorrow can you have, you’re really not kind, leaving me alone on the street."

A voice came from behind, and several people turned around with expressions that seemed to be smiling.

Bai Xiangdong had stealthily slipped down from the high platform at some point, changed his outfit, wiped off his makeup, and went straight to find them.

Before dawn, when he awoke from enlightenment, the street was left with only him. This group of guys had just left a sign and unhesitatingly left him behind.

It was simply absurd.

More absurd, he was captured by four Realm of Transcendence Elders...

In short, he had thoroughly boarded the Inspectorate’s pirate ship and feared that he would have to remain as Bai Xiaosheng from now on.

Who knows if he would be beaten by the sect when he gets back...

On the high platform, the five scrolls were being gradually rolled up and flew back into the hands of the cultivators.

But the rankings on the list were still being eagerly discussed; some were happy, and naturally, some were dissatisfied.

Happy because they made it to the list, and dissatisfied because they weren’t noticed by the Nine Sects. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Seeing the various scenes below, Han Yu knew that the Inspectorate’s goal was achieved; they wanted them to be discontented because only then would each one come out.

As for Female Cultivator...

Seeing Bai Xiangdong cowering among the few here, he probably finally realized he kicked a hornet’s nest.

The commoner teased, "You better not expose that identity of yours, or else you’ll either be lonely your whole life, or be hunted by female cultivators across the world."

As noon approached, the tide of cultivators began to recede.

Ironically enough, the Inspectorate and the Guardian Bureau, in collaboration with Nanli Sword Studio, made such elaborate plans and arrangements, painstakingly working for several days.

All of it just to ensure the smooth release of the rankings in half a day.

When the group lively looked for a place to eat, a large number of cultivators had already left.

"When the list changes in a month, I must be on it."

Cultivators walked in groups of threes and fives, talking about the rankings as they went.

"Isn’t it just four hundred and sixteen, damn it, a month from now I’ll be four hundred and fifteen, and let’s see if I don’t curse the hell out of you, you bastard."

One cultivator spoke angrily.

But then a scornful voice came from behind, "When you’re four hundred and fifteen, I’ll be four hundred and fourteen. I’ll just beat you by one place, how maddening is that?"

Alright then, these two foes even had to bump into each other leaving the city.

"Bai Xiaosheng must die..."

Another group of people were noisily quarrelling, attracting glances from the side because the whole group was full of beautiful girls.

Coconut’s eyes lit up when he saw a familiar big sister, and then he sneaked into the group, coming back shortly after, looking excited.

"You’re finished. Female cultivators outside of the Hundred Flowers List have decided to establish the ’Killing Alliance,’ determined to get rid of you. Even if they can’t, they’ll make sure you never find a Dao companion in your life."

Bai Xiaosheng’s face turned green instantly; the Killing Alliance didn’t sound like a joke, it sounded so murderous. Seriously!

As for a Dao companion? Ha, a strong person doesn’t need one!

Then he saw Coconut’s excited look and his face fell again.

Damn it, I knew none of these people were any good.

Choose the good ones to follow, the not-so-good ones... follow temporarily.

So he meekly followed along into the tavern...

As the group ate and drank loudly, frequently toasting each other, even Coconut was getting red-faced, clinking glasses with You Li repeatedly.

When the commoner poured the wine, he suddenly couldn’t help but glance sideways, grinning at Bai Xiangdong.

"If you can’t drink, I’ll set up a table just for you."

This guy hadn’t touched a drop since coming in, standing out.

Bai Xiangdong shook his head with a wry smile, explaining, "How many sorrows can you have? I really can’t drink now. Today, I’ve cursed myself to be poisoned by water. I’ll find a place to drink by myself later so I won’t ruin the mood."

Yi Xian, Cousin, the commoner, and Han Yu all turned their eyes together, making him suddenly feel anxious.

Could it be that his curse was too light?

"You’re too young; when you curse, you need to be precise. If I were you, I’d add cold water or hot water. You need to know that saliva is also water."

Yi Xian was the first to speak.

Cousin thought for a moment and suddenly recalled an unpleasant scene, "Does urine count as water?"

"If you’re going to be so abstract, what about those in the toilet, do they count as water?"

Han Yu also chimed in, using his imagination.

Bai Xiangdong’s face turned green as he listened; what the hell kind of people are these! What are they even thinking...

But what if, what if they were right?

"Cough cough!"

The commoner had a strange expression. He didn’t say anything but silently pulled something out from his pocket; he happened to have something with water.

And it’s more reliable than what they were saying; this one’s genuinely poisonous water, while theirs were at most disgusting.

Bai Xiangdong looked at the small porcelain bottle on the table, and his face went pale.

Corpse-Dissolving Water!

...

"Rising from sickness... why do you carry such a terrifying thing?"

This dreadful thing left his mind blank for a moment, almost unable to find a line of poetry to let himself speak.

Han Yu was also startled, quickly taking the porcelain bottle and setting it on fire in his palm.

Now Bai Xiangdong didn’t need others to encourage him to drink; he hurriedly rushed out and shouted to the floor below, "Good friends meet over a thousand cups, Shopkeeper, bring me all your wine."

When he returned to his seat, he boldly picked up a wine jar and started gulping it down.

"Urge you to drink another cup; all of you watch over me, don’t let me die, uwu..."

Compared to the bizarre methods of being poisoned, he’d rather gamble with drinking and see if he can counter the bad luck.

One two-hour period later, the people from the Self-Improvement Sect were looking on in amazement; in just a while, he had already downed forty or fifty jars, but Bai Xiangdong still kept drinking, not daring to stop.

Cousin looked at him with sympathy, fool, how could you possibly get poisoned from drinking?

What they did earlier was purely to disgust him; as if there was poison in the wine...

Plop!

Just as this thought crossed his mind, Bai Xiangdong, hugging the wine jar, suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood and collapsed with a satisfied look.

"Was there really poison in the wine?"

A group of people looked on with odd expressions, and the commoner quickly went forward to check the other’s pulse, just as the waiter was bringing in more wine.

"Quick question, what kind of wine did you bring in just now?"

The commoner asked with a peculiar expression.

The waiter wiped his sweat and smiled, "You gentlemen drink so well, almost all our grain wine was finished by this gentleman, so the Shopkeeper had no choice but to bring out the remaining dozens of jars of Three Whip Wine."

"No wonder..."

The commoner mumbled.

Then he explained to the others, "He’s overdosed on yang poison, over-nourished."