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Chapter 124: How Could You Be a Body Cultivator?
Chapter 124: How Could You Be a Body Cultivator?
Body cultivation, or martial cultivation through harnessing vital energy, is an ancient practice that channels one's innate potential to generate immense strength.
While body cultivators aren't inherently weaker than traditional cultivators overall, they face distinct disadvantages in combat—particularly against spellcasters. Low-level body cultivators often struggle against magical attacks, as barriers like vines, ice walls, or defensive artifacts can keep them at range. Closing the distance becomes their greatest challenge.
Yet some cultivators defy conventions. Take Han Minghui, who mastered the art of deception. Experience taught him that people lower their guard around children, elders, or the frail. By feigning helplessness as a pitiful child, he lured opponents into complacency. He'd even subtly suggest carrying him, fabricating tales about distant locations. If they didn't notice his "injuries" initially, he'd stage a fall to prompt assistance. Once their vulnerable necks came within reach? Victory was assured. With his explosive strength, he'd snap the neck of any Foundation Formation cultivator—regardless of their cultivation layer.
His cunning once claimed a Foundation Formation Sixth Layer victim. This time seemed no different. He almost laughed at how easily this Lihuo Sect disciple fell for his ruse. No need for theatrics—his target volunteered to carry him. "Disciples from major sects are too gullible", he mused, tightening his grip around Xiao Chen's neck while feigning concern. He relished these moments—the panic in their eyes, the futile struggles, the slow realization of impending death. Past successes made him certain of victory.
But Xiao Chen wasn't ordinary. He'd refined a sliver of golden-core arhat essence, granting him unparalleled physical resilience.
"Arrgh!" Han Minghui's bulging muscles unleashed thousands of pounds of force. Xiao Chen's mid-grade magic robe shattered like glass, but then—unexpected resistance. The neck beneath his hands felt like an unyielding adamant pillar.
"Shatter Mountains and Sever Seas!" he roared, activating his ultimate martial technique. Yet instead of snapping bone, his strike left no mark. Stunned, he realized the horrifying truth: Xiao Chen was no ordinary cultivator, but a living defensive artifact.
"Shatter Mountains? Don't make me laugh", Xiao Chen said, effortlessly flipping Han Minghui upside down. "I thought the trail went cold, but you're quite the bonus." He gripped the man's arms. "Talk—now. Who sent you?"
Han Minghui thrashed wildly, kicking his legs like a rabbit. His boots slammed into Xiao Chen's chest with a sickening crack... of his own legs. Xiao Chen's robe tore apart, but his body remained unscathed.
"What?! How?!" Han Minghui finally grasped their power gap. "You're a body cultivator? Impossible! Body cultivators in Li Zhou are practically extinct! I've memorized every Foundation Formation practitioner in the region!" His mind reeled. Lihuo Sect shouldn't harbor such a prodigy—someone who mastered both cultivation and physical refinement at such a young age.
"Who sent you?" Xiao Chen demanded, tightening his grip. "Where are they now?"
"Only one step from the Body Tempering Pill... I won't accept this!" Han Minghui's aura erupted, surging from Foundation Formation Third Layer to Sixth. His broken legs reknit instantly as his body swelled with power. Breaking free, he lunged with a devastating punch.
"Your funeral", Xiao Chen sighed, retreating. "Seven Stars Sword Technique—Tianquan!"
Han Minghui's fist met flying steel—losing half his hand instantly. His frenzied state worsened, eyes blood-red, aura unstable. Xiao Chen ascended on his sword, weaving tasseled brocade handkerchiefs to restrict movement before ending the fight effortlessly.
While frenzied spellcasters risked catastrophic backlash, irrational body cultivators became easy prey for hit-and-run tactics.
"Lost the demonic cultivator's trail", Xiao Chen muttered, retrieving Han Minghui's storage bag. "Last night, he took a hundred solitary cultivators northwest. Should leave tracks." He examined the bag. "Let's see what secrets you're hiding..."
As he worked, he couldn't help but smirk. "I'm getting too good at cracking these storage bag seals."
(End of Chapter)
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