How Did I Become a Cultivator of Evil Jealous That My Brain Works Better Than Yours

Facing Su Jiu’s flushed and furious expression, Su Ji reluctantly withdrew his hand with a hint of lingering satisfaction.

"Necessity knows no law, junior sister. Don’t take it to heart."

Su Jiu’s chest heaved with anger, but before she could retort, a shrill scream pierced the air.

A crimson light erupted skyward.

A burly man wielding a giant axe had just slain his opponent, but before he could even pick up the treasure coins scattered on the ground, several flying swords pierced through his back. His towering frame collapsed with a heavy thud.

The cultivator controlling the flying swords barely had time to celebrate before a net descended from above, ensnaring him and slicing his body into pieces in an instant.

Once the slaughter began, there was no stopping it.

"Junior sister, step back. Don’t get blood on you."

Su Ji pulled Su Jiu behind him.

Su Jiu stared at the unnervingly calm profile of Su Ji’s face, a strange sense of absurdity rising in her chest.

This guy… seemed almost… excited?

Just then, two malicious figures crept toward them.

A pair—one short and stout, the other tall and lanky.

A young man and woman, especially one as stunning as Su Jiu, naturally drew covetous eyes.

"Kid, hand over the treasure coins and the woman beside you, and I’ll spare your life!"

The stout cultivator sneered, gripping a bloodstained cleaver as he advanced step by step.

Well, what could he say?

Thanks to his ‘Heaven’s Eye,’ he could see their bone age at a glance.

These two brats weren’t even twenty years old.

Combined, their age barely scratched a fraction of his own.

Even if they’d started cultivating in the womb, they couldn’t possibly match his century-honed blade skills.

Soft targets were the easiest to crush!

Meanwhile, the lanky cultivator circled around, lecherous eyes locked onto Su Jiu, cutting off their escape route.

Su Jiu’s expression turned icy as spiritual energy gathered silently within her.

Su Ji’s petty teasing was one thing—she had already placed him on the same level as herself.

But that didn’t mean just any stray dog could trample over her dignity.

Yet Su Ji pressed a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head.

"Let me handle this. Just some elite mobs—good for leveling up."

He took a step forward, the gleaming tip of his white spear pointing directly at the stout cultivator.

Damn it.

Playing the ‘obedient junior’ in the Love-Longing Sect had nearly given him depression.

What red-blooded man didn’t love showing off?

And if they claimed otherwise?

They just hadn’t found the right opportunity.

The stout cultivator burst into laughter as if hearing the world’s greatest joke. "You?!"

With a roar, his spiritual energy surged, and he swung the cleaver down toward Su Ji’s skull with brutal force.

The blade howled through the air, carrying devastating momentum.

Su Ji didn’t dodge.

At the last possible moment, the tip of his spear erupted in a blinding white light.

"Fuck!"

The stout cultivator shrieked in agony, his strike going wide as his vision turned pure white, eyes searing with pain.

The opening lasted only an instant.

Thunk.

The sound of steel piercing flesh.

The stout cultivator looked down in disbelief at the gleaming spear embedded in his chest, his face frozen in shock.

Su Ji flicked his wrist, yanking the spear free.

The body crumpled lifelessly to the ground.

On the other side, the lecherous grin on the lanky cultivator’s face stiffened.

He never expected his companion to be defeated so swiftly and decisively.

"You despicable coward!"

He took a step back in shock, his voice fierce but lacking conviction.

Su Ji didn’t respond.

The moment he bound his destiny with Su Jiu, his understanding of the "spear" had transcended mere technique.

The long spear in his hand felt as if it had been reborn.

His figure blurred as he transformed into a streak of afterimages, charging straight toward the lanky cultivator.

The lanky cultivator paled in terror, hastily summoning a shield artifact to block his front.

Yet, Su Ji’s spear was faster.

The spear tip traced an arcane trajectory through the air—no overwhelming force, just an inescapable inevitability.

Clink!

A crisp sound rang out.

The seemingly sturdy shield shattered instantly as the spear tip struck precisely at its weakest spiritual node.

The lanky cultivator could only watch helplessly as the cold spear tip rapidly expanded in his vision.

Just as he tried to focus and dodge—

Another blinding flash of white light.

A momentary daze.

And life and death were decided.

The spear pierced straight through his forehead.

After eliminating the two, Su Ji didn’t pause for even a second. He smoothly bent down, picked up the fallen pouches, and weighed them in his hand.

Then he noticed a few gazes lingering on him.

Without hesitation, he tossed out the two money bags filled with spirit coins.

There was no need to hold onto them now.

Avoiding becoming a target was far more important.

As long as he survived to the end, there would be plenty of opportunities to scavenge the battlefield.

Sure enough—

After seeing Su Ji’s action, those watchful eyes silently withdrew.

In this Heavenly Dao secret realm, everyone’s cultivation was suppressed to the first level of Foundation Establishment.

Skill mattered most here.

And Su Ji had just effortlessly killed two "peers."

Even if that "Flash Spear" of his was unnaturally tricky—

Cultivators weren’t mortals. The disorientation from the blinding light lasted only an instant before they could regain their rhythm.

Yet Su Ji had exploited that split-second daze to kill. His personal prowess was undeniable.

Add to that his willingness to discard the spoils—

No sane person would want to provoke someone with little "profit," formidable combat strength, and a teammate to boot.

......

The entire sequence of Su Ji’s killing was seamless.

So fast that even Su Jiu beside him was momentarily stunned.

But...

That "Flash Spear" was downright shameless...

Who knew Shimmerstone could be used like this?

That fat deacon from the Love-Longing Sect had probably died from this same first-strike trick, hadn’t he?

Back then, Su Ji hadn’t even bound the red destiny to himself...

Yet he’d still managed to kill an opponent two minor realms above him.

Now, with the red destiny’s spear techniques enhancing him and the "Gleaming Spear’s" trait of being near-impossible to look at directly below the Golden Core stage...

Su Ji seemed to be—once again—just a little too overpowered in this secret realm?

This wasn’t something mere cultivation techniques or destiny could explain.

It was an innate talent.

......

As time passed,

Out of the original fifty-plus cultivators in the third trial,

More than half had already fallen.

Su Ji and Su Jiu soon lost their chance to spectate.

The remaining twenty-odd weren’t fools.

After all this life-and-death fighting, everyone would be exhausted by the end.

And you two just stand there watching, fresh and unharmed, waiting to swoop in for the spoils?

Who could tolerate that?

Several cultivators tacitly shifted the battlefield toward Su Ji’s direction,

Determined to drag him into the chaotic melee.

Su Ji saw through their intentions.

But he wasn’t bothered.

If one person were to fight fifty, death would be certain.

But taking on three or five? That was well within his capabilities.

And it was unlikely that all twenty-plus opponents would focus their attacks on him simultaneously.

Now was about the right time to join the fray.

"Junior Sister, cover my... roots—"

"Ah, no—I mean, watch my back."

Su Jiu looked up and saw not a trace of tension on Su Ji's face. Instead, there was the excitement of a hunter spotting prey.

Gripping his spear, he charged headlong into the chaotic battlefield.

Once inside, Su Ji moved like a dragon through the sea.

The sudden, blinding white light from his spear became everyone's nightmare.

Just as a cultivator gathered their strength, ready to unleash a killing technique, a flash of white would pierce their vision—followed by the cold bite of the spear's tip through their vitals.

...

After another round of bloody chaos,

fewer than a quarter of the original combatants remained.

The last dozen or so cultivators were drenched in blood, their spiritual energy nearly depleted, gasping for breath as they warily eyed everyone around them.

Beneath their feet lay corpses strewn haphazardly and scattered Heavenly Dao coins—yet no one dared bend down to pick them up.

Suddenly, a scar-faced cultivator missing an arm fixed a venomous glare on Su Ji, who stood at the edge of the battlefield, virtually unscathed.

"Let's... kill that demonic brat first?"

His voice was hoarse, thick with hatred.

"If he'd beaten us fair and square, we'd accept our defeat. But that damn spear of his keeps blinding us for cheap shots—who can stand that?"

The man had skill.

When Su Ji ambushed him with the "Gleaming Lance," he dodged by sheer survival instinct.

But losing his sight cost him—the moment he landed, another fighter lopped off his arm.

His words struck a chord.

Every survivor present had suffered from Su Ji's "glowstick spear" one way or another.

Either they'd nearly been blinded or lost allies because of it.

That underhanded, unpredictable trickery was more infuriating than an honest fight.

In an instant, hostile gazes locked onto Su Ji.

Su Ji wasn’t having it.

He stepped forward, indignation written all over his face.

"Demonic? Demonic?!"

"Can't handle losing?"

"This is called tactics—understand?"

His expression was the picture of righteousness. "Jealous I’m smarter than you?"

His words poured oil on the fire.

The scar-faced cultivator flushed red with rage. "You silver-tongued little—! Let’s all rush him! See if he can blind every last one of us!"

"The tip of his spear is the brightest! I’ll pin him down from the front—flank him from the sides and back! Keep him from focusing!"

The plan sounded solid. The scattered survivors tightened formation, advancing on Su Ji step by step.

A killing intent thickened the air.

Su Ji crooked a finger. "Come on then. I’ll take ten at once."

Su Jiu frowned slightly.

But she could sense it—Su Ji’s spiritual energy was calm, not a ripple of panic.

What was this guy relying on?

Facing ten cultivators of the same tier at once—where did his confidence come from?

Just as the encirclement was about to close,

Su Ji moved.

He didn’t try to break out.

Nor did he assume a defensive stance.

The gleaming white spear in his hand whirled around his waist in a fluid motion.

The blinding white light at its tip transformed into a luminous ribbon, swirling along with the spear’s movements.

Finally, it condensed into the vivid silhouette of a white dragon, coiled around the shaft, emitting a low, resonant hum.

"Go."

With a flick of his wrist, Su Ji sent the spear—now entwined with the dragon’s phantom—hurtling through the air.

It didn’t aim for the densest crowd but instead shot straight toward the scar-faced cultivator who had earlier incited the others to target him.

The scar-faced cultivator paled in horror, frantically activating his defensive artifact. A thick earthen wall erupted from the ground.

Yet the spear’s speed far exceeded his expectations.

The wall had barely formed before the white dragon’s phantom tore through it with a single bite.

Thud.

The spear struck true, piercing his chest with pinpoint accuracy.

Its momentum unspent, it pinned him mercilessly against a stall behind him.

A single strike—instant death.

The battlefield fell into dead silence.

Every onlooker was stunned by the sheer brilliance and brutality of that spear strike.

Even Su Jiu’s eyes flickered with surprise.

Had she been asked to evaluate, she would’ve said Su Ji’s combat decisions still carried traces of inexperience.

But for a youth whose bone age hadn’t even reached twenty, this level of battle prowess was nothing short of terrifying.

The spear embedded in the distance continued to hum.

Under the wary gazes of ten fellow cultivators, Su Ji glanced at the lifeless scar-faced man and sneered, "Talk too much, didn’t you?"

After a brief silence, another cultivator spoke up, "He’s unarmed now. This is our—"

Then Su Ji’s gaze shifted to him.

The man gulped audibly, swallowing the rest of his sentence.

He didn’t dare risk joining the scar-faced cultivator’s fate.

At that moment, the unyielding, razor-sharp aura around Su Ji began to take shape.

Just as Su Jiu was about to offer a word of praise—

Su Ji abruptly spun on his heel and bolted behind Su Jiu under the stunned eyes of the crowd.

While running, he yelled,

"Shit! I threw my spear showing off! Little Martial Sister, save me!"

Su Jiu: "……?"

She froze completely.

So, Su Ji’s earlier composure—facing ten opponents without flinching—

His so-called trump card… was her?

……

Well, not entirely.

[Destiny: Spear Arts Are Still Arts]

[Destiny Rank: Blue]

[Effect: Your mastery in spear techniques and spellcasting remains equal (calculated based on the higher value)]

Even without his spear, Su Ji could still moonlight as a spellcaster.

His combat prowess wouldn’t falter much.

But when traveling the world, it paid to keep a few cards up one’s sleeve.

Besides, this was a perfect chance to gauge Su Jiu’s true strength.

He’d already killed seven or eight cultivators since the chaotic brawl began.

Was it too much to ask Su Jiu to handle ten more?