Chapter 126: Chapter 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 oneâs own potential to gain immense power by increasing oneâs Qi Blood.
Overall, Body Cultivation isnât necessarily weaker than the path of Qi Refining.
But setting aside the painful nature of Body Refining, letâs 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 someoneâs back" in his words.
He also deliberately made up a place that was relatively far away.
Even if Xiao Chen didnât 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.
âThis Foundation Establishment Cultivator from the Li Huo Sect is far too careless,â he almost wanted to laugh.
He hadnât 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.
âDisciples from these Major Sects are just too easy to fool,â 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 targetâs 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, wasnât really flawed.
Any other Magic Cultivator in this situation would have likely fallen into his trap.
However, Xiao Chen wasnât 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 Minghuiâs hands bulged as he unleashed a sudden burst of power equivalent to tens of thousands of pounds.
The constant Golden Light Technique on Xiao Chenâs Middle Grade Magic Robe did indeed shatter instantly on contact, just as he had expected.
But immediately after, the script heâd 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 couldnât even leave a mark.
Han Minghui was instantly dumbfounded.
âWhat is going on?â he thought, unable to comprehend the situation at all.
âThis isnât a neck, nor is it some Profound Iron Pillar. This is like a humanoid Defensive Spiritual Artifact!â
"Mountain Shattering and Sea Breaking? Donât be ridiculous."
Xiao Chen grabbed Han Minghuiâs 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 Chenâs 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 Minghuiâs shins snapped.
Two large holes were kicked into Xiao Chenâs Middle Grade Magic Robe, completely ruining it.
But his chest was completely unharmed; he didnât 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 couldnât 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.
"Youâre 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 canât accept this! I canât 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 Chenâs grasp and threw a vicious punch.
"Courting death!"
Xiao Chen retreated a few steps. "Seven-Star Sword TechniqueâMegrez!"
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 Minghuiâs 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.
âThe only problem is, the clue about the Demon Cultivator has been cut off again,â Xiao Chen thought as he finished off Han Minghui and turned his attention back to Jing Qiyuanâs whereabouts.
âLast night, he took all those clan members and escorted a full hundred Loose Cultivators away. It seemed like they headed northwest in the end.â
âThat many people couldnât have just vanished into thin air. They should have left traces of their journey.â
âFirst, Iâll check his Storage Bag for clues. If thereâs nothing, Iâll try searching to the northwest.â
As he pondered, he picked up Han Minghuiâs Storage Bag.
This time, it took him less than an hour.
âWhy do I feel like Iâm getting more and more skilled at breaking the Restrictions on Storage Bags?â