How to Cultivate a Game

"K-uhuk~" Zha Dong suppressed his yelp afraid of what might happen to him. He could feel his internal injury, causing him unimaginable pain. Even so, he didn't dare to make a sound. Not even a groan could be heard from him.

"SO... WILL YOU STAY DOWN?"

"Y-yes..." Zha Dong weakly answered my question.

I didn't even need to use my Light Saber. With my Telekinesis alone, I crushed his insides with impressive control. Old Fu Shi was once a Perfect Immortal, the legendary 11th stage. That made me a discounted Perfect Immortal. Though I lacked qi, I have my quintessence.

"Let's play a Game."

I shouldn't shame the name 'Fu Shi' at the minimum, thus my acting being heavy-handed.

Zha Dong couldn't even utter a sound as he cried tears of blood while his bones creaked in agony.

"This! FUUUUCK!" The demonic cultivator cried. The psychological pressure to him was immensely difficult to shoulder. Life in a Cultivation World was one filled with dread and two-faced fortunes.

To Zha Dong, the world was not simply a dog-eat-dog world, but also a world composed of simultaneous pranks made by the heavens.

"I'd rather die!" Zha Dong overcame his mental stress and pushed himself forward.

As expected from a 4th stage representing the Spirit Mystery realm, his qi was empowered by attributes unique to his cultivation. Dark energy enveloped Zha Dong, repelling the oppressive telekinetic power I used to trap him.

There are two amazing powers a cultivator would obtain after reaching the Spirit Mystery realm.

First was the 'Spiritual Sense' that enabled the superb detection ability of qi.

The second was called 'Qi Mystery' which enabled elemental or attributive powers. In Zha Dong's case, it was the powers of darkness, decay, bones, and endurance.

Still floating in the air, I looked down at the struggling Zha Dong.

"GRAAAAAH! BONE-ARMOR! SKULL-PIERCING-STAB!" Zha Dong lunged at me.

A martial spell, and then a martial skill… Zha Dong performed them in succession as he screamed at the top of his lungs in his futile attempt to boost his courage.

I dodged his martial skill by gracefully gliding in the air.

My telekinesis churned, bellowing a series of invisible strikes with the weight of a hammer. It didn't pale in comparison to the many martial arts that old Fu Shi knew. Invisible fists made of telekinetic force came crushing at Zha Dong from his blind spots.

Seeing that the demonic cultivator's bone armor was only moderately damaged, I thought my empowered telekinesis was about the same level or maybe even slightly better than a 4th stage cultivator.

What a bummer.

That meant, my telekinesis without temporary empowerment was only as good as the 4th stage.

The demonic cultivator looked pitiful right now. His skin was pale, his face was full of fear, and his eyes were bloodshot with worry. That was how fearsome the '8th stage' was… especially for those with weaker cultivation. But then again, he was misunderstanding. I could read on his face where the source of his fear was coming from.

"I see that you were someone strong to the weak, but weak to the strong. Pathetic."

Truthfully, what the guy was suffering right now was purely psychological. I was not even trying. I was not even at the 8th stage, not to mention any stages at all. This was all telekinesis at work.

Zha Dong then prostrated on his knees, begging for mercy. "I was blind. Please forgive me, for even thinking of escape! It was not my intention to kill one of your own!"

Hmmm… Yeah, go on, beg. As if I have a use for you. Come to think of it, I have quite an excellent punching bag right in front of me. It would be a downer if I didn't take advantage of this and experiment. "Let's play a game."

"..."

I took his silence as affirmation, so I continued.

"Noon."

"E-excuse me"

"Survive until high noon. Do so, and I will let you live."

"When the sun reached its peak, I would let you live…" Such sweet words, filled with lies. Hope blossomed in his eyes. His desire for survival overshadowed his fear, as the flimsy promise took root in his heart.

That was right. You should do your best to survive. Do your job as my punching bag just as I intended.

I have lots of inspiration to work with. Aside from my past life, there were also old Fu Shi's memories that I could use as a reference to create fighting moves and improve my fighting skills.

But first.

"You wouldn't be needing your sword."

With a wave of my hand, I disarmed the demonic cultivator.

"N-no!"

I held the rather nasty sword filled with evil aura in my hand. I wouldn't like it no matter what, so I might as well break it. With a thought, I snapped the sword into two with my telekinesis. Looks like snapping swords was easier than snapping bones… Hahaha… The joke was on me.

"Now, let's begin."

Without the sword, Zha Dong wouldn't be able to fly anymore. Since I could fly and he couldn't, I could now experiment without fear of him escaping or retaliating. I spin my telekinesis, imagining them to transform into familiar shapes.

Like a bulldozer and the revolving bullet fired from a gun combined, I made my telekinesis drill, dig, and destroy literally shattering Zha Dong's bone armor in one shot. It was brutal. 'I would call this .' I inwardly decided on a name for that move. After that, I proceeded to try more moves. I did a lot of things with my telekinesis trying to see their limits and potential.

Every time I shattered Zha Dong's bone armor, he fixed it using his qi. He was an excellent punching bag for his durability, and he wasn't so fast either, making him hittable. When he got too fast, I could just shoot him with , a move I derived from the destructive motion of bullets when fired. When he got too tough, enveloping himself with a thick shell of bones, I could just use on him which was derived from drills.

At some point, it was getting boring, but I worked hard nonetheless on improving my control over telekinesis. As a result, I made more mundane skills such as , , , , etcetera.

I also tried the classic , it was Darth Vader's signature move. It looked quite intimidating, huh? I bet this would be a good crowd-control skill. At this point, I was only bullying him.

"Hang in there. You could do it." I apathetically cheered him up.

I tried every telekinesis-derived move I could think of to the poor bastard. I didn't even realize when the sun had reached its peak.

"W-wait..wait…WAIT!"

"What?"

"I-i..its alr.eady high noo..n… T-the pro..mise? You. promised. The... game..."

Bloody, bruised, and on the precipice of death, Zha Dong reminded me of the promise.

"Sorry, I forgot."

Arriving instantly at his rear with teleport, I stabbed him right through his heart with my Light Saber.

Ping! +100 quintessence.

"Game over," I sarcastically informed him.