A body cultivator who had nearly broken through to the Mahayana Realm?
After hearing Dong Xueqi's words, Chen Changming raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint, imperceptible flicker passing through his eyes.
To be honest, it was impossible not to be tempted.
The path of a body cultivator had always been difficult, and ancient inheritances were rarer than phoenix feathers and qilin horns. Whenever a body cultivator's cave abode emerged, countless body-refining cultivators would swarm toward it like ducks to a pond.
Yet Chen Changming had always been cautious. He knew full well that there was no such thing as pie falling from the sky; the more alluring the opportunity, the more likely it was to conceal a fatal trap.
Therefore, Chen Changming still maintained absolute vigilance toward Dong Xueqi, this partner who had come knocking of her own accord. He would not be easily swayed by her words.
"Miss Xueqi, since you possess such a supreme opportunity, why not share it with your fellow sect members? Why seek out an outsider like me instead?"
Chen Changming asked blandly, his sharp gaze fixed on Dong Xueqi's eyes as he tried to catch even the slightest flaw in her expression.
"Everyone in the Golden Light Divine Sword Sect is a Dao cultivator. We follow the path of cultivating spiritual power, and not a single one practices body refinement. Moreover, Marquis Xuangang's cave abode itself possesses the nature of an inheritance. The true purpose for which that ancient body cultivator left it behind was to find a successor capable of inheriting his body cultivation lineage. Thus, whether it is the formations and restrictions or the gates and trials, all of them strictly limit passage to body cultivators alone."
Dong Xueqi shook her head. Her expression was frank as she smiled. "If I tried