novelraw Chapter 126 - 123: How Could You Possibly Be a Body Cultivator?
Chapter 126 - 123: How Could You Possibly Be a Body Cultivator?
Body Cultivation, or Qi Blood Martial Dao, is also a rather ancient method of cultivation.
It involves tapping into one’s own potential to gain immense power by increasing one’s Qi Blood.
Overall, Body Cultivation isn’t necessarily weaker than the path of Qi Refining.
But setting aside the painful nature of Body Refining, let’s just consider practical combat.
When comparing Low Tier Cultivators, Body Cultivators are often at a disadvantage against Magic.
They can rely on their explosive power to easily shatter a Protective Profound Light.
However, abilities like summoning vines, earthen walls, and frost, or using various Defensive Spiritual Artifacts, can all create distance and make it difficult for them to get close.
Therefore, figuring out how to successfully close the distance on a Magic Cultivator of the same level has become a challenge every Body Cultivator must face.
However, there are always some unconventional Cultivators who find rather unique solutions.
Take Han Minghui, for instance. He came up with a simple one: deception!
In his experience, many people are more sympathetic toward women, children, or the elderly.
It was especially effective when he disguised himself as a pitiful child asking for help.
He even gradually refined his ploy, actively hinting at the act of being "carried on someone’s back" in his words.
He also deliberately made up a place that was relatively far away.
Even if Xiao Chen didn’t immediately notice the wound on his foot, he would resort to falling or faking a sprained ankle midway to prompt the target to carry him.
And once the target fell for it, exposing their vulnerable neck within his reach, the rest was incredibly simple.
Relying on his explosive power, he was confident he could snap the neck of any Foundation Establishment Magic Cultivator, regardless of their specific Realm.
Thanks to this meticulous plan, a Cultivator at the sixth layer of Foundation Establishment had once fallen for his trick and was killed in a single move.
For Han Minghui, this time would naturally be no different.
’This Foundation Establishment Cultivator from the Li Huo Sect is far too careless,’ he almost wanted to laugh.
He hadn’t even had the chance to perform the faked ankle sprain he had prepared.
The man had actually taken the initiative to be a good Samaritan, saving him the trouble of further deception.
’Disciples from these Major Sects are just too easy to fool,’ he thought.
So, as he applied force with both hands to choke him, he deliberately offered Xiao Chen a hypocritical warning.
Han Minghui loved doing this.
Because watching the panicked struggle on his target’s face, their limbs gradually going limp, and the despair filling their eyes always filled him with an immense sense of pleasure.
His numerous past successes told him that at this point, the outcome was already decided. There was absolutely no need to worry about things going wrong.
His judgment, in and of itself, wasn’t really flawed.
Any other Magic Cultivator in this situation would have likely fallen into his trap.
However, Xiao Chen wasn’t just a Magic Cultivator. He had previously undergone the Refinement of a sliver of the Metal Attribute from a Golden Body Arhat.
"URK, ARGH!"
The veins on Han Minghui’s hands bulged as he unleashed a sudden burst of power equivalent to tens of thousands of pounds.
The constant Golden Light Technique on Xiao Chen’s Middle Grade Magic Robe did indeed shatter instantly on contact, just as he had expected.
But immediately after, the script he’d envisioned went slightly off-course.
Han Minghui felt as if his hands were gripping not a neck, but a solid Profound Iron Pillar.
"Mountain Shattering and Sea Breaking!"
He roared, decisively using a Martial Technique to try and end things quickly.
But soon, he discovered in despair that forget snapping the neck, his Martial Technique couldn’t even leave a mark.
Han Minghui was instantly dumbfounded.
’What is going on?’ he thought, unable to comprehend the situation at all.
’This isn’t a neck, nor is it some Profound Iron Pillar. This is like a humanoid Defensive Spiritual Artifact!’
"Mountain Shattering and Sea Breaking? Don’t be ridiculous."
Xiao Chen grabbed Han Minghui’s arms, effortlessly lifted him up, and flipped him over. "I thought the trail had gone cold, but what an unexpected surprise."
"Little thing, are you going to confess on your own? Or do I have to make you?"
Suspended in the air, Han Minghui still refused to give up struggling.
He grabbed Xiao Chen’s arms in a reverse grip and, pulling his legs back, kicked out like a rabbit, aiming for his chest.
"CRACK!"
With that kick, a crisp sound of breaking bones rang out as both of Han Minghui’s shins snapped.
Two large holes were kicked into Xiao Chen’s Middle Grade Magic Robe, completely ruining it.
But his chest was completely unharmed; he didn’t even sway.
"What? How is this possible!"
Han Minghui finally faced reality, realizing the gap between them. "How can you be a Body Cultivator?"
He simply couldn’t accept this fact.
For over a hundred years, the Body Cultivators in Li State had been so pitifully few that you could count them on one hand.
Han Minghui had spent a great deal of time memorizing the faces of every Foundation Establishment Body Cultivator in all of Li State.
After all, to practice Body Forging, a Body Cultivator needed to purchase various Spirit Grasses that enhanced Qi Blood and also train under all sorts of environmental conditions.
As long as someone knowledgeable was watching, these activities were impossible to hide.
But he had never imagined that the Li Huo Sect would be hiding such an exception.
And not only was the man a Body Cultivator, but he was also several times stronger than him.
"You’re so young! On what grounds can you practice Dual Cultivation of Body and Technique? On what grounds?"
Han Minghui mumbled to himself as if he had suffered a massive blow.
"Enough of your nonsense!"
Xiao Chen held him up and demanded, "Spit it out. Who sent you to silence me? Where are they now?"
"I was just one step away from getting the Body Forging Pill! I can’t accept this! I can’t accept this!"
Han Minghui suddenly went berserk. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and his aura surged, jumping from the third layer of Foundation Establishment straight to the sixth.
At the same time, his physique and strength increased dramatically, and his broken leg bones mended themselves.
He then actually broke free from Xiao Chen’s grasp and threw a vicious punch.
"Courting death!"
Xiao Chen retreated a few steps. "Seven-Star Sword Technique—Megrez!"
Han Minghui actually tried to block the Flying Sword with his fist, only to have half his hand sliced off.
Clearly, this explosive power boost came with severe side effects; he had now completely lost his mind.
Xiao Chen used Sword Control to rise into the air, restricted Han Minghui’s movement with the Fringed Tassel Brocade Handkerchief, and finished him off with ease.
If it had been a Magic Cultivator going berserk and randomly unleashing a barrage of empowered Magic, it would have actually been a bit more difficult to handle.
But a Body Cultivator who has lost their sanity is easier to deal with using kiting tactics.
’The only problem is, the clue about the Demon Cultivator has been cut off again,’ Xiao Chen thought as he finished off Han Minghui and turned his attention back to Jing Qiyuan’s whereabouts.
’Last night, he took all those clan members and escorted a full hundred Loose Cultivators away. It seemed like they headed northwest in the end.’
’That many people couldn’t have just vanished into thin air. They should have left traces of their journey.’
’First, I’ll check his Storage Bag for clues. If there’s nothing, I’ll try searching to the northwest.’
As he pondered, he picked up Han Minghui’s Storage Bag.
This time, it took him less than an hour.
’Why do I feel like I’m getting more and more skilled at breaking the Restrictions on Storage Bags?’