Spells from Afar, Hand-to-Hand Up Close: Unrivaled Lu Ping
After thinking for a moment, Lu Ping decided it was best to keep Yellow Fang Pill safe.
It's just a Golden Core Corpse Fiend; it's a good opportunity to test the limits of "I'm the Client."
Lu Ping chose B.
[You chose B.]
[The Wuming hold a golden bowl and press it down face to face.]
[The golden bowl shone brightly, growing to half a zhang in size, and smashed fiercely towards the corpse's forehead.]
[The Corpse Demon raised his fist, his knuckles colliding with the golden bowl.]
[Clang--]
A muffled thud resounded between the stone walls.
The golden bowl flew backwards, landing three zhang (approximately 10 meters) away.
[Wuming was jolted back two steps by the shock of the energy, barely managing to regain his balance.]
He looked up at the Corpse King, his gaze darkening.
"This Golden Core corpse still has a lingering soul; it's rather troublesome."
"Fellow Daoist Li, be careful."
Instead of stepping forward immediately, you raised your hand and flicked it away.
[Fifteen Low-Grade Spirit Stones transformed into afterimages, striking the corpse's forehead, shoulder, sternum, and kneecap respectively.]
[The Corpse Demon suddenly raised his arm and swept it horizontally, the palm strike as sharp as iron.]
Of the fifteen Spirit Stones, seven were shattered on the spot.
The remaining eight Spirit Stones, passing through the palm strike, landed on the corpse's skeletal body.
[I'm the Client, this agreement is effective.]
[The damage you inflict on the opponent increases tenfold, while the damage they inflict on you decreases tenfold.]
The corpse demon's movements visibly faltered.
[Its fragmented Divine Sense seemed unable to comprehend.]
[Why did this Foundation Establishment cultivator suddenly become so obstructive after a few Low-Grade Spirit Stones landed on him?]
[Use this moment to shoot the Flying Knife out.]
[Each Flying Knife was coated with Spirit-Eroding Powder and Mind-Erasing Powder.]
[The Flying Knife pierced the corpse's bones.]
[The Spirit-Eroding Powder has a very weak effect on the remains of Golden Core cultivators.]
[The Mind-Erasing Powder, however, followed the remnants of Divine Sense and seeped deep into the bones.]
The gray flame in the corpse demon's eye socket flickered.
[The next moment, it actually charged towards you, defying the Mind-Erasing Powder.]
[The rubble exploded beneath the corpse's feet, and it took a stride of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) before slamming its fist down at you.]
[But you did not dodge; you activated the Hundred-Forged Medicine Body Formula.]
[The Qi and Blood like a furnace, the medicinal power like fire.]
[A series of fine popping sounds emanated from your bones.]
[The physical foundation, honed by years of Pills, finally came to its full potential at this moment.]
[A faint bluish-gold sheen emerges beneath your skin.]
[The Hundred-Forged Medicine Body Formula is in effect.]
[Your physical strength has increased dramatically in a short period of time, approaching the Golden Core level.]
[The Corpse King's fist grazed your shoulder as it landed.]
The stone beneath your feet collapsed instantly.
The Corpse King's second punch came crashing down.
[You showed no fear, raising your arm to block.]
[Bang!]
[You slid backward two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), leaving two deep tracks in the gravel beneath your feet.]
[Wuming was dumbfounded when he saw this.]
He originally thought that Fellow Daoist Li was Alchemist.
[Later he discovered that Fellow Daoist Li was also a poison cultivator.]
[Later, he discovered that Fellow Daoist Li would scatter money before engaging in Fellow Daoist Li duels.]
[Now he finally realized.]
[Fellow Daoist Li's physical body doesn't seem like that of a normal Foundation Establishment.]
Even though Wuming comes from a prestigious sect and is well -Wuming informed, your existence continues to redefine his understanding of the cultivation world.
[Seeing that the Golden Core Corpse Fiend was being held back by you, Wuming seized the opportunity, sat down cross-legged, and activated the Wooden Prayer Beads.]
[Wuming puts his hands together in prayer and chants a mantra in a low voice.]
"With my eyes I see your deeds; with my mouth I recite your sins; with my heart I ignite your fire—when the fire of karma rises, the gate to rebirth opens."
[The Karmic Fire Rebirth Incantation]
[Within the golden light of Buddha, a wisp of pale golden flame ignited.]
The flames directly ignited the remnant Golden Core within the corpse's bones.
[The gray flames in the corpse's eye sockets flickered violently, then a blurry human face appeared.]
The person's face was contorted, as if roaring or pleading.
[Wuming closed his eyes and remained motionless.]
[The Rebirth Incantation was recited syllable by syllable.]
[The remnant soul is purified little by little.]
The corpse-like creature struggled even more frantically.
[It abandoned its attack on you, turned to Wuming, and slammed down with a punch.]
[You take a step forward, unleashing the Hundred-Forged Medicine Body Formula to its fullest extent. Your left hand catches the corpse demon's fist, while your right hand Fire-Separation Finger, landing on the corpse demon's head.]
[The Corpse King roared silently, head tilted back.]
[The final syllable of the Karmic Fire Rebirth Incantation of Wuming was uttered simultaneously.]
[A burst of golden light erupted, and the remnant soul of the Corpse Demon finally disintegrated.]
[You raise your hand and deliver the final strike with the Fire-Separation Finger, the Southern Bright Separation Fire piercing through your skull.]
[Click.]
[The Golden Core Corpse Fiend, having lost the support of its remnant soul, collapsed on the spot, its bones scattering across the ground.]
[The Golden-Pattern Yellow Fang Ganoderma was still intact inside the sternum of the corpse.]
[Wuming retrieved the golden bowl and sat down before the corpse.]
He took out a wooden fish, tapped it gently, and began chanting sutras to help the departed souls find peace.
[The reason this Golden-Pattern Yellow Fang Ganoderma can grow here is probably because of this Golden Core corpse.]
[A cultivator cultivates Pills after death.]
[The Pills was then taken by a living person to refine their Golden Core.]
In this world, every drink and every bite is accounted for.
[Half an hour later, Wuming stopped reciting the scriptures.]
[You take out the jade knife and carefully pluck the Golden-Pattern Yellow Fang Ganoderma.]
[After placing the Golden-Pattern Yellow Fang Ganoderma into the box, clear a flat area next to the corpse and take out the Pill Furnace.]
[Wuming saw the Pill Furnace and said with some surprise,]
"Fellow Daoist Li, this place is dangerous; it is not a safe place for alchemy."
[You didn't even turn your head, you just laid out the auxiliary medicines one by one.]
"This place is merely dangerous in terms of terrain, but there is no human intervention."
"Even if we leave this place, there's still a chance of being ambushed at the entrance to the secret realm. And the Zhao Household family isn't the only one inside."
"If we refine the Yellow Fang Pill now, we can both secure our profits."
[Wuming watched you ignite the Southern Bright Separation Fire, and finally swallowed his words.]
"This humble monk is a protector of the Dharma."
[Golden-Pattern Yellow Fang Ganoderma is put into the furnace.]
[Red Fang Spirit Fruit, Qi-Congealing Golden Marrow, Azure Mist Lingzhi, Soft Cloud Flower Nectar, and Shattered Jade Spirit Sand fell in succession.]
[The Artisan Spirit is now in effect.]
[Cost Reduction and Efficiency Improvement, effective.]
[Wuming stood ten feet away, fully alert.]
He originally thought that you could only produce three pills at most.
[As the incense rose, six pale yellow Pills flew out, each with tooth-shaped patterns on its surface.]
[Yellow Fang Pill.]
[Six pieces per batch.]
[Wuming stared at the jade plate, his eyes almost popping out.]
[Born into the Wuming lineage... well, Wuming is too embarrassed to even call himself a member of the Wuming lineage.]
[Even a typical Third-Grade Alchemist can only reliably produce four pills per batch, while producing five pills per batch is already at the level of Fourth-Level Alchemist.]
Fourth-Level Alchemist can be called a grandmaster alchemist.
[You, a mere Foundation Establishment, in the depths of a secret realm, with a broken Pill Furnace, temporarily activated, producing six pills in one batch.]
[Leaving aside the so-called Third-Grade Alchemist of the Zhao Household, even the strongest Alchemist in the Wuming Sect cannot compare to a peerless genius like you.]
[You divided the six Yellow Fang Pills into two bottles, three pills in each bottle.]
[You hand one of the bottles to Wuming.]
[Wuming of reaching out to receive it, Wuming clasped his hands together and bowed to you.]
"Fellow Daoist Li, according to the rules, you only need to give me one."
[Put the Jade Bottle in there.]
"We agreed to come in together, so naturally we'll split the spoils equally."
"As for whether they can Core Formation in the future, let's leave it to fate."
[Wuming looked down at the Jade Bottle.]
He had prepared arguments for bargaining and even offered concessions, but he never expected you to be this kind of person.
[Wuming put the Jade Bottle into his sleeve, clasped his hands together respectfully, and bowed again.]
"This humble monk owes Fellow Daoist Li one."
[You put away your three Yellow Fang Pills.]
"It's okay, the longer you owe, the more interest you'll pay."