Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 492: The Heavenly Court Creed Makes Its Entrance

As a sword spirit who had gained sentience, Ming Tai’s talent in Sword Dao rivaled Lu Yang’s. In the Basic Golden Core category, he swept through the matches with invincible dominance, with only prodigies from immortal sect disciples and suspected reforged cultivators managing to push him into tough battles. However, even these prodigies fell before his exquisite swordsmanship. Although his cultivation was still low, he already possessed a faint hint of the might of “One Sword Breaks All Spells.”

Winner of the Basic Golden Core category: Ming Tai.

Standing on the arena stage, his hand was raised to his chest level as he bashfully waved at Elder Sikong. Bathed in sunlight, his figure gleamed as though he was cast from gold.

“Looking at Ming Tai is like looking at Lu Yang’s shadow,” Meng Jingzhou remarked, the rim of his eyes red as he reminisced about their glorious days with palpable sorrow—a testament to the deep bond between Lu Yang and him.

“What a pity. Lu Yang was such a good man, how could he just...” Meng Jingzhou choked up, weeping uncontrollably.

Bai Ming was rendered speechless for a while until he kindly offered, “How about you keep crying, and I’ll go up the stage for you instead?” The Intermediate Golden Core matches had already begun, and Meng Jingzhou was the first contestant.

Wiping away his tears, Meng Jingzhou steeled himself. “No need. Since Lu Yang can’t compete, I’ll carry on his will and press forward undaunted. If his spirit is watching from the heavens, I believe he’d have wanted this.” With that, he strode onto the stage, every step bearing immense weight as though he shouldered a solemn duty.

At the judges’ stands, Lu Yang pondered whether he could abuse his authority to declare Meng Jingzhou instantly defeated.

“Meng Jingzhou, Dao-Seeking Sect.”

“Ye Mengyin, Allure Sect.”

Meng Jingzhou’s opponent, Ye Mengyin, was a true lineage disciple of the Allure Sect.

Ye Mengyin was clad in pristine, flowing robes. Her translucent skin sparkled like snow, and her aura resembled an immortal spirit’s. She was a fairy-like beauty chased by countless admirers in the outside world.

Her allure arts were the cream of the crop among her peers in the sect. A mere smile or frown of hers could stir the deepest desires in a man’s heart. Even women with weak resolve might succumb.

As she introduced herself, her coquettish voice could melt listeners’ bones with its sweetness. “Senior Brother, please be gentle. This humble girl can’t endure too much force.”

Ye Mengyin gazed pitifully at Meng Jingzhou while secretly casting her allure arts. In the city-level and provincial-level matches, these few words had been enough to bewitch her opponents into surrendering voluntarily.

“Why don’t you concede defeat? I don’t discriminate by gender when fighting.” Meng Jingzhou grinned at her. His eyes remained clear, showing no signs of being bewitched.

Be it facing men, women, or Lu Yang, I never hold back.

Ye Mengyin was stunned. Since my debut, I’ve never encountered a cultivator at the same realm who’s unaffected by my allure arts. Even prodigies had to divert their attention to resist; none were immune to it like Meng Jingzhou.

As expected of someone from the Dao-Seeking Sect. He indeed has some skills.

Before the finals, she had strolled through the commercial street and participated in the activities. That was when she heard Meng Jingzhou’s preaching: “Cultivators should stay single; females are all rouge-colored skeletons.”

She had simply shrugged it off, certain it was because Meng Jingzhou hadn’t met her yet. After all, the Allure Sect’s cultivators had records of bewitching even monastery monks back to secular life.

Retrieving a guqin from her storage ring, Ye Mengyin plucked its strings. The melody flowed like a caressing breeze, so tender that even cultivators in the audience were entranced.

She was a rare sound cultivator.

Combined with allure arts and her first-grade golden core—Scorching Desire Golden Core—none at her realm could rival her!

...Except Lu Yang, Meng Jingzhou, Tao Yaoye, Man Gu, Lan Ting, Bai Ming, Yan Tianzhi...

“Heaven-Shaking Six Forms!” Meng Jingzhou roared, drowning out the sound of the guqin as he charged forward, golden fists igniting sparks as they brushed through the air.

The two Single’s Golden Cores spun within him, nullifying all allure arts.

Only the music posed a threat, slowing his movements. However, as a physique cultivator, his body was so robust that even Lu Yang avoided frontal clashes. Control of this extent was but a drizzle to him, its effect negligible.

Ye Mengyin never imagined her proud moves wouldn’t work on Meng Jingzhou. Before she could react, a sandbag-like fist smashed into her face, the impact alone sounding painful as she crumpled to the ground.

Meng Jingzhou won.

“Are you alright, sister?” Meng Jingzhou kindly helped her up. During the match, we were merciless opponents; after the match, we’re fellow Daoists supporting each other.

Ye Mengyin gazed at Meng Jingzhou with tender affection. It’s my first time encountering such a powerful male cultivator. All male cultivators I’ve met in the past would grovel before me, terrified I’d see through them.

Only Meng Jingzhou remained utterly indifferent.

She said, “When I began my cultivation, I swore in my sect’s name—whoever can defeat me, I will marry them.”

“That sounds inappropriate...” Meng Jingzhou chuckled awkwardly. My peach-blossom romantic luck arrived so abruptly.

Ye Mengyin shook her head gently. “There’s nothing inappropriate about that. Our sect also has a rule—no disciple may marry a Dao-Seeking Sect disciple or someone from the Meng Family.

“Shifu said marrying into either would easily bring trouble upon our sect.”

Meng Jingzhou, “...”

What did my family ever do to you? Go ask around the imperial city—the Meng Family is widely known! Sure, it may not be for the right reasons, but it’s not like we have sunk to the Dao-Seeking Sect’s level!

Whatever, I shall not think so much. A win’s a win.

Off to a victorious start, he cheerfully descended the arena stage and boasted to Bai Ming and the others. “You saw my fight earlier, right? One punch, and down she went.”

“Impressive, impressive! I’m always cautious when fighting female cultivators, afraid I might strike the wrong spot and be mistaken as a lecher. Looks like I need to learn from Senior Brother Meng.” Bai Ming applauded, having gleaned many insights from Meng Jingzhou.

I’d cared too much about saving face in the past—that truly wasn’t the way.

“Amazing,” Yan Tianzhi summarized succinctly.

The matches continued, and Bai Ming and Lan Ting managed to advance, their prowess clearly surpassing their peers by a large margin.

“Seems the winner of this category will be among us four,” Meng Jingzhou declared.

“Don’t conclude so hastily.” Bai Ming shook his head and pointed at the cultivator currently standing on the stage.

“All of you have seen the matches of earlier categories. Some contestants are comparable to our cultivators from immortal sects; the Intermediate Golden Core category is no exception.

“See that cultivator on the stage? He’s from our Yun Province. He already stood out in the provincial-level matches, demonstrating outstanding combat talent, adaptability, and solid foundations. He practically has no shortcomings. Even his mental power—the hardest to cultivate—doesn’t lag behind. His golden core is likely a first-grade golden core, the Devouring Golden Core, that drains opponents’ spirit energy in battle.”

As they discussed in whispers, a sonorous laughter rang from above.

Under everyone’s gaze, a young man descended from the skies, landing on the arena stage and halting the match.

“With such a lively scene, how could our Heavenly Court Creed be absent?”

Upon the clouds stood several more figures, each emanating terrifying auras.