A Body Cultivator?
A strange smile flickered deep in Chen Changming's eyes at the Silver Puppet's question.
It seemed that on the Azure Wave Continent, where no Mahayana Realm cultivator held sway, no one could see through to the truth that he was a Body Cultivator.
Not even this Silver Puppet, aided by the formations of the entire cave dwelling.
"That's right."
Chen Changming nodded and walked slowly toward the Silver Puppet, his expression calm and his steps steady.
His gaze swept over the Silver Puppet. He sensed no cultivation aura from it at all, as though it were nothing more than a lifeless metal shell.
For now, Chen Changming had no way of knowing its true level of strength.
But according to Dong Xueqi, the Silver Puppet usually adjusted its strength to match an intruder's cultivation level.
The design ensured a fair test while filtering for an heir who was truly worthy.
Just then.
Dong Xueqi emerged from the stone doorway and stared at the Silver Puppet, surprise in her eyes.
She, too, had not expected that even with the formations here supporting it, the Silver Puppet could not discern Chen Changming's body-refining cultivation.
Her curiosity about the secrets he carried grew like a vine run wild.
"Hmph, now that's interesting... This Chen Shan must be hiding some extraordinary secret. Once you obtain the sword intent, don't let him get away!"
An aged voice suddenly sounded beside Dong Xueqi's ear. There was a trace of greed in it, quite unlike the steady, reserved senior she knew. He even sounded impatient.
Dong Xueqi's brows rose slightly, and her heart tightened.
She had not expected this senior, who always seemed indifferent to everything, to care so much about Chen Changming's hidden opportunity that he would urge her to act.
Unease stirred