Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 491: Methods to Use the Rebirth Golden Core

“Can sword spirits also become souls?”

“Most sword spirits can’t, but the Sword Tower’s Supreme Lord is different. As a half-immortal, his sword spirit must have slain enemies for years and been steeped in immortal blood, thus possessing the spirit charm of Immortal Dao.

“Take that Qilin Immortality Herb as an example. Didn’t it gain spirit sentience and become a demon spirit after it was soaked in the Qilin Immortal’s blood?”

As the duo—one human and one ghost—rose in authority and clawed their way up to the position of acting sect leader, they uncovered some secrets, such as details about the Sword Tower’s Supreme Lord.

The title of “Supreme Lord” was reserved for half-immortals; the Everlasting Immortal could be called the Everlasting Supreme Lord.

No one knew what Incipient Dao Fruit the Sword Tower’s Supreme Lord possessed. The only certain information was that he had attempted to perfect the Incipient Dao Fruit and seized the opportunity to become an immortal, only to end in failure and be reduced to ashes.

With no suitable successor to inherit his legacy and the repeated setbacks of the Sword Tower, the Sword Tower fell to its current status as a first-class sect. If Ming Tai was indeed the Sword Tower Supreme Lord’s sword spirit, it made sense for him to inherit the legacy.

“You should know that the higher one’s cultivation, the harder it is to conceive offspring, and it’s all the more so for half-immortal Dao partners.”

Lu Yang nodded. He was aware of this. Most of the current imperial princes and princesses were born when the Xia Emperor was young. It wasn’t that the Xia Emperor was too old and feeble to procreate now, but his cultivation had simply become too high to produce offspring.

Of course, it’s also possible he really can’t procreate anymore.

“Some half-immortal couples resort to blending their immortal blood. With luck, something akin to a sword spirit will be born from the blood mixture. Given time, it would develop sentience and become a soul—in other words, their child.

“That’s why high-level cultivators must fight with extra caution and avoid drawing blood.”

“Why?”

“Just imagine two half-immortals in battle, fighting tooth and nail, spilling blood, sweat, and tears, yet still locked in a stalemate. Finally, they agree to resume fighting the next day.

“Once the next day arrives, lo and behold, their blood has become a demon spirit. Now, the two have a child together. What do you think they should do then?”

Lu Yang, “...”

That makes a lot of sense.

“In ancient times, half-immortal battles were fought with restraint and a sense of propriety. Bloodshed was avoided whenever possible. If blood was spilled, it had to be cleaned immediately after the battle to prevent complications. Otherwise, accountability would become messy.

“Moreover, this procreation method was controversial. For instance, the Qilin Immortal’s family adamantly refused to adopt it.”

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On the arena stage, the two combatants stood ready.

“Li Haoran, Dao-Seeking Sect.”

“Zhao Po, Corpse-Driving Sect.”

They exchanged bows with proper etiquette.

“Senior Brother Li, after you,” Zhao Po said with a grave expression. I’m up against a senior brother from the Dao-Seeking Sect; I mustn’t be careless.

After all, I’ve witnessed Lu Yang’s terrifying prowess firsthand. And Wei Nanfei, the lifespan driver...

But I’m no longer the same person. After receiving pointers from the sect leader, my power has soared, and my walking corpse has undergone a metamorphosis.

“After you, Junior Brother Zhao.”

Zhao Po didn’t turn down the gesture, attacking simultaneously with his walking corpse.

The walking corpse was like tempered steel and iron bones, unafraid of pain. It charged at Li Haoran like a moving mountain range.

Li Haoran clapped his hands together and repelled the walking corpse, but the impact also left his arms numb.

Before Li Haoran’s pain could be alleviated, he saw Zhao Po brandish a Copper Coin Sword. Every coin lit up, igniting a golden aura that shot to the sky—part sword qi and part flame—its offensive power astounding.

“Cleave!” The golden aura condensed into a mass of sword qi that pierced the air with a thunderous crackle, dazzling like meteor trails.

Li Haoran valiantly met the Copper Coin Sword head-on with a single palm.

The moment they collided, something unusual occurred. A thin membrane appeared to separate the palm and golden sword qi. It was composed of countless irregular fragments, light and delicate yet hard to pierce, warding off the golden sword qi attack.

“Refined space?” Luo Hongxia recognized Li Haoran’s artifact-refining methods.

Brilliant artifact-refining masters could refine space for their own use, integrating it into their weapons, but this was far beyond the capabilities of a Basic Golden Core cultivator.

Fifth Elder watched Li Haoran with a pleased smile that almost turned his eyes into crescents.

Li Haoran hadn’t advanced his cultivation recently because he had been comprehending this artifact-refining method.

Zhao Po was less familiar with the world and hadn’t seen such methods, faltering momentarily.

But Li Haroan gave him no chance to react. He shattered the spatial membrane, then flicked his two fingers on the Copper Coin Sword with a hidden rhythm. Every tap weakened the Copper Coin Sword’s power. After three consecutive strikes, the sword qi’s radiance dimmed entirely.

Zhao Po’s pupils contracted. I can’t activate the Copper Coin Sword anymore?!

“Junior Brother Zhao, this Copper Coin Sword is newly acquired, right? It hasn’t been fully refined yet. Remember to use a weapon that truly belongs to you the next time you fight,” Li Haoran said leisurely, temporarily severing the connection between the Copper Coin Sword and Zhao Po.

This was also a useful method employed by artifact-refining masters.

Zhao Po gritted this time. Desperate times call for desperate measures—I have to use risky methods.

He bit his wrist and poured his blood over the walking corpse. The walking corpse’s pores stretched open, absorbing the blood. Beneath its pallid skin, blood now flowed, as if the walking corpse had come back to life.

“Attack together!” The walking corpse charged like a raging elephant, while Zhao Po soared like a diving hawk.

Normally, two fighters teaming up against one would lack coordination due to inexperience. But it was different for Zhao Po and his walking corpse. He shared a close bond with his walking corpse, resulting in flawless synergy between them.

The walking corpse fought like a Martial Dao master. Each punch and kick was packed with fearsome strength, resembling the swing of a saber and the crash of an axe. Every blow carried deadly peril, like bolts of lightning exploding across the arena.

Meanwhile, Zhao Po was midair as he wielded a peachwood sword and talismans, targeting gaps in Li Haoran’s defenses.

The duo overwhelmed Li Haoran, driving him into a disadvantageous position.

Zhao Po and his walking corpse hit Li Haoran’s chest simultaneously, sending him hurtling backward. He panted heavily. This kind of assault drains me and the walking corpse immensely. I need to end the fight swiftly.

Clap, clap, clap. Lone applause rang out from below the stage. Be it Zhao Po or the audience below the stage, they turned to the voice in bewilderment.

The person clapping looked exactly the same as Li Haoran.

It was actually Li Haoran!

But how could that be? Wasn’t Li Haroan still on the stage?”

Only the sect leaders and elders of major factions smiled, as if they had seen through something.

“Junior Brother Zhao, well fought. As I thought, a mere clone isn’t enough to defeat you.”

“Clone?” Zhao Po frowned, still not understanding how Li Haroan had done it. Is it like Senior Brother Lu Yang’s wooden clones?

Li Haoran explained unhurriedly, “My golden core is called the Rebirth Core. As the name suggests, it can regenerate severed limbs. A head grows if decapitated, and legs grow if amputated.

“Then if I chop off every body part, wouldn’t they assemble into a new complete body?” Zhao Po’s pupils shrank. A method like this exists?!

“Afterward, I consulted Senior Brother Man about Corpse-Driving Techniques. I could use the Corpse-Driving Technique to control my ‘corpse.’ Although my combat power can’t compare to my main body, it makes up seventy to eighty percent.”

A smile as gentle as the spring breeze played at Li Haoran’s lips. “Since my clone can’t defeat you, what will you do if both my clone and I strike together?”

Zhao Po’s heart sank. The clone alone is already so much trouble. If we ask Senior Brother Li’s main body to step in, can we still fight?

Other Basic Golden Core cultivators shifted uneasily. The combat prowess Li Haoran had displayed was undeniable and intractable. And this was just the clone. With the clone and main body joining forces, who could stand against them?

The gaunt referee glanced at Li Haoran below the stage and announced the competition results. “As per tournament rules, if one party steps off the stage after the match begins, they’re considered to have lost.”

“Zhao Po wins.”

Li Haoran’s smile froze.