My Demonic Cultivation Has No Backlash, and My Childhood Sweetheart Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 2:

Chapter 2: A Tiger Fallen in the Plains Is Mocked by Dogs—Here Comes the System!

“For a woman, I, Chu Ying, ended up like this… I deserve it!”

“My sincerity was fed to the dogs. If I had another chance, I would never look back!” Chu Ying clenched his heart with determination.

After a brief moment of gloom, he quickly pulled himself together.

He had finally understood. Whether in his past life on Blue Star or in this fantasy world, sincerity and feelings were the cheapest things of all.

…

Casting aside all emotion, Chu Ying turned his focus to the crisis at hand.

His top priority now was to deal with the complex situation within his body.

A Spirit Sea Realm cultivator only steps into the Cave Heaven Realm once they open their first cave heaven.

The eleven cultivation realms began with the Blood Refining Realm—used to temper blood and strengthen the body as foundation.

Next was the Spirit Sea Realm, where true Qi was transformed into a spiritual sea, and liquid true essence tempered the organs and meridians.

These two were the foundation stages of cultivation.

But the third realm, Cave Heaven Realm, was entirely different. It was the dividing line between geniuses and mediocrities—between peerless monsters and ordinary talents.

When a Spirit Sea cultivator reached the peak of the 9th stage, having fully cultivated their sea of Qi, they could take the next step—seizing the fortune of the world and exploring the body’s hidden realms to open a cave heaven.

There were many mysterious places within the body. The dantian was one of them, but it wasn’t just for storing true Qi.

True exploration of the dantian meant creating a new world within it—a domain called Cave Heaven.

From then on, a cultivator could absorb divine essence directly from heaven and earth, nourish treasure bones, war weapons, spirit bodies, and most importantly—condense a Dharma Image!

The Dharma Image was the anchor of the Cave Heaven, its divine core. Without it, a Cave Heaven would be hollow.

Generally, each cave heaven had at least one Dharma Image.

A cultivator could condense their first Dharma Image when they opened their first cave heaven. If they missed the chance, they could still make up for it during future breakthroughs.

Why? Because the Cave Heaven Realm had nine layers—each layer was a refinement of the cave heaven, an expansion and sublimation through divine essence.

Each of the nine upgrades could allow one to condense a Dharma Image. In theory, a single cave heaven could host nine Dharma Images.

Why specify “a single” cave heaven?

Because a cultivator could open more than one.

Legend had it that peerless geniuses could open up to nine cave heavens, and above the nine, there were even ancient rumors of a supreme tenth cave heaven.

But that was a matter for another time.

Chu Ying had already reached the peak of the 9th stage of Spirit Sea Realm, fully capable of opening his cave heaven.

Opening a cave heaven and seizing heaven’s fortune was the best time to condense a Dharma Image.

Chu Ying had always aimed to condense nine Dharma Images and achieve the strongest cave heaven.

To do that, he had to refine miraculous objects—rare beast bones, one-of-a-kind divine weapons, or strange treasures…

The higher the quality, the stronger the Dharma Image.

Refining an Azure Phoenix Bone could condense an Azure Phoenix Dharma Image. The Azure Phoenix was a branch of the Primordial Ten Fiends, directly linked to the True Phoenix.

That was why Chu Ying accepted Yao Ruoxi’s gift.

However, what he refined was a waste bone. Though the cave heaven had been opened, it was half-destroyed and sealed. No Dharma Image had formed, and he suffered severe backlash.

While Chu Ying pondered, a booming voice rang from outside the hall.

“Is Senior Brother Chu Ying here?”

“Holy Son candidate Peak No. 19, Tang Ersheng, comes to visit!”

Hearing the voice, Chu Ying frowned.

Tang Ersheng was also a Holy Son candidate, ranked 19th. They had little interaction. What was he here for?

Before Chu Ying could reply, a shadowy figure had already appeared at the entrance.

“Senior Brother Chu, are you injured?” Tang Ersheng widened his eyes in mock surprise upon seeing Chu Ying’s bloodstained robes and pale face.

Chu Ying narrowed his eyes, seemingly having guessed something.

“It’s just a minor injury. No need for concern, Junior Brother Tang. What brings you here?” Chu Ying asked calmly.

He hid his aura well, and the pressure of being Rank 1 Holy Son candidate still lingered, making others wary.

“I came to ask if Senior Brother would join me on a mission, but seeing your condition, I’ve disturbed you. I’ll take my leave.” Tang Ersheng cupped his fist and quickly retreated.

Chu Ying had just breathed a sigh of relief when another voice arrived.

“Holy Son candidate Peak No. 27, Wang Tao, comes to visit Senior Brother Chu Ying!”

Chu Ying’s brows furrowed again.

Another one?

Soon after, more voices followed.

“Holy Son candidate Peak No. 39, Guo Jinming, comes to visit!”

“Holy Son candidate Peak No. 21, Liu Yao, comes to visit!”

…

A large group of people swarmed in, all wearing expressions of surprise.

“Huh? Junior Brother Liu, you’re visiting Senior Brother Chu too?”

“Yes. And you’re here as well? What a coincidence!”

“It sure is… Hahaha.”

Chu Ying watched silently as these Holy Son candidates—who were usually at each other’s throats—pretended to be friendly now.

He understood it clearly.

Yao Ruoxi.

She must have spread news of his crippled condition.

“Ah! Senior Brother Chu, are you injured?”

Holy Son candidate No. 51 widened his eyes in exaggerated shock.

“Senior Brother Chu is the strongest among us. Who could injure him?”

Holy Son candidate No. 43 opened his mouth in feigned amazement.

“Could it be that Senior Brother Chu had a mishap during cultivation?”

Holy Son candidate No. 11 suddenly chimed in.

They each spoke up, relying on their numbers and no longer fearing Chu Ying.

Chu Ying glanced around and said flatly, “Yes, I had a minor issue during cultivation. Nothing serious. But I’m not in a position to host guests, please leave.”

“Ohh, I see…”

A top-ten ranked Holy Son candidate nodded, but suddenly struck with a palm.

Chu Ying’s expression changed. He leapt from the mat to dodge, but the palm wind still grazed him, forcing his body to stagger as a sweet taste rose in his throat.

“Junior Brother Xiao Yan, what is the meaning of this?” Chu Ying wiped the blood from his lips, his tone dark and filled with fury.

“Apologies, Senior Brother Chu. I recently learned a new martial art and couldn’t control it. I accidentally released it.” Xiao Yan chuckled awkwardly, but a flicker of smug satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

“Hmph!” Chu Ying’s voice deepened. “I said I can’t host guests. Please leave!”

He released pressure. Though his cultivation had dropped, if he went all out, these people wouldn’t leave unscathed.

He had earned his Rank 1 title with his fists!

“Ahem, ahem… Since Senior Brother Chu is injured, we won’t impose. Farewell!”

“Sorry to disturb you, farewell!”

…

Outside Holy Son candidate Peak No. 1.

Tang Ersheng looked at the crowd coming out and asked with a smile, “What do you all think?”

“Hahaha! Chu Ying is finished!” Xiao Yan laughed.

“The Saintess didn’t lie. Chu Ying, greedy for power, practiced forbidden arts and crippled himself!”

“In ten days, during the Holy Son selection battle, we’ll be rid of a top competitor. Chu Ying is no longer a threat!”

The group exchanged gleeful looks.

Before this, Chu Ying was the strongest Holy Son candidate. Only the top five could barely compete with him.

“Wasn’t Chu Ying always giving cultivation resources to the Saintess? Why would she tell us he crippled himself?”

“Tch! He’s just a simp. One-sidedly licking the Saintess’s boots like a toad lusting after a swan. He probably offended her and got discarded!”

Within half an hour, Surpreme Profound Holy Land was in an uproar.

Rumors spread like wildfire.

“Senior Brother Chu Ying went mad during cultivation—he won’t be able to fight for Holy Son!”

“Chu Ying trained in demonic techniques and crippled himself!”

“Senior Brother Chu Ying can no longer do… manly things!”

…

Chu Ying went to the Scripture Pavilion but found no solution.

Not only was the waste bone irremovable, but even if it were, his cave heaven would be completely destroyed, his foundation shattered.

If he didn’t remove it, his Qi and blood would continue to wither, his potential drained, and his cultivation would keep falling.

“After twenty years in this fantasy world, is this how I fall?” Chu Ying clenched his fists tightly, his heart full of unwillingness.

But just then, a mechanical voice rang in his mind like a melody from heaven!

[Ding! Host detected to be suffering from backlash. Activating Divine-Level Backlash System! Beginning binding…]

“System?!”

Chu Ying’s eyes welled with tears of joy.

“System, you’re finally here! Twenty years! A full twenty years!”

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?!”

[Ding! Divine-Level Backlash System binding complete.]

As Chu Ying trembled with excitement, the system had already bound to him.

A transparent screen appeared before his eyes.

[Host]: Chu Ying

[Realm]: 7th stage Spirit Sea Realm (Previously reached 1st stage Cave Heaven Realm)

[Identity]: Holy Son candidate of Supreme Profound Holy Land

[Techniques]: “Supreme Profound Scripture” – Basic Volume

[Forbidden Arts]: None

[Current Backlash]: None (No new backlash since system binding; future backlash effects will be fully recorded)

[Designated Backlash Target]: None

[Current Backlash Target Count]: 0 (Limit: 1)