Chapter 141: Great Fame and Glory! Refining the Golden Core Again!
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One hundred and twenty mechanized armored soldiers—all three swords wiped out!
Cao Chengyu’s intervention was largely due to Song Xuanguan. The secret techniques he had just handed over to the Four Gates were somewhat a favor, and besides, now it was the barefoot daring the shoe-wearer; if beaten, just run away.
His strikes were ruthless.
He collected several mechanized armors as spoils of war, but the storage pouches these soldiers carried were so poor that a dozen spirit stones weren’t worth the effort to pillage one by one.
He had thought matters would end here, and he also wanted to see how the mastermind would act—what kind of power could instantly shift someone millions of kilometers.
In a direct confrontation, Song Xuanguan held on for a short time, but over longer durations, he was guaranteed to collapse.
So, let me see your power!
“Boom—”
Just as he made up his mind, a sharp blow struck Cao Chengyu’s face painfully. Old Man Song fell like a meteor, rebounding off a defensive array in front of a shop, landing not far from him.
Cao Chengyu’s cheek twitched: “...No, don’t pull me down.”
Where was the promised protection from the big shot?
He hurried over, helping Song up, seeing blood at the corner of his mouth and his body trembling.
“Cao, go find Zhi Hua and take her away. I’ll hold them off here!”
“This...”
“Old Song, don’t you feel some power surging from within you?”
“This is the source of trouble, something I brought upon myself. It’s not your concern.”
Seeing him stubbornly refuse help, Cao Chengyu was speechless.
He was about to ask him to try again.
A cultivator with thunderous steel arms, surnamed Che, leisurely floated over, threatening:
“Friend, this is a grudge between us and this old man. I advise you not to intervene rashly.”
“...” Cao Chengyu.
He had already killed so many people, and now you tell me not to get involved? Are your eyes failing?
This didn’t sound very wise.
Cao Chengyu laid Old Song down, then stretched out flat on the bluestone ground.
A cultivator from the Pang family, who only had a flesh-and-blood head, also came over.
“Brother Che, look over there.”
He pointed to a pile of dismembered corpses, all horribly slaughtered.
“What!”
Che’s expression changed drastically; it didn’t look fake—why would this happen?
At that moment, an ancient and mysterious voice echoed in Cao Chengyu’s mind.
“Young one, birth and death are the natural order. Song Xuanguan’s choice is the trouble he invited; you need not save him.”
It was the big shot!
Cao Chengyu quickly scanned around with divine sense but found nothing unusual.
Yet, seeing Old Song dying before his eyes, he couldn’t just stand by.
A favor came first, and since he looked just like Yang Jiuxuan, how could he give up so easily?
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“Senior, shouldn’t this be your avatar? Why make such a choice?”
After waiting, no reply came.
Cao Chengyu continued.
“Birth and death are life’s norms, but standing by a friend, risking all for him—that’s reasonable, isn’t it?”
“Besides, a mere two Purple Palace cultivators aren’t worth my concern.”
“Suit yourself...”
That was the last voice Cao Chengyu heard. As the words fell, both Che and Pang cultivators returned to normal from their strange states.
Neither showed any abnormality.
Their eyes blazing with murderous intent, they attacked him from left and right.
“Mechanized Art—Extreme Electric Hand!”
“Zzzzz—”
Furious blue lightning crackled, claws wrapped in it slashing fiercely at his heart.
On the right, the Pang cultivator’s chest and abdomen flickered with flames, aiming to grapple him.
Under Cao Chengyu’s feet, a shadow sword condensed—not for escape this time, but attack!
The Shadow Talisman Sword was pitch black, shimmering with rapidly inscribed runes; he spun around, delivering a high-level spinning kick, with the sinister energy forming into needle-like points.
The magical forces collided head-on.
“Zzzzzz—”
The extremely sharp Shadow Talisman Sword cut through the lightning, striking the Extreme Electric Hand first. Cao Chengyu’s entire body was horizontal in midair, his right fist suddenly swelling fivefold.
He unleashed a Dharma-Image Punch at the cultivator named Pang.
“Ah?!”
Pang flew backward instantly, shouting.
“He’s a body-refinement cultivator, watch out!”
Che noticed and tried to withdraw.
Cao Chengyu slapped the ground with one hand, and five multicolored fire dragons surged out violently.
Mana surged, blood and qi boiled.
The five dragon mouths bit into his four limbs and chest.
“Explode!”
Cao Chengyu commanded coldly.
The Five Elements Fire Dragons exploded, unleashing power strong enough to stir a spiritual energy storm.
Buildings within a hundred meters were devastated by the blast wave; the arrays were as fragile as paper, incapable of resistance, and were nearly leveled in an instant.
Earlier, he had infused the five internal organs’ spirits into corresponding fire dragons, amplifying the explosion’s power by at least seven times.
As for Che, there was no chance of survival.
After a while, seeing Che’s life signs vanish, Cao Chengyu withdrew the Heavenly Water Shield protecting the two.
“Damn you! You will die! You destroyed this place!”
The mechanized cultivator surnamed Pang was furious yet somewhat fearful. His machine-modified body glowed with scorching red light.
Behind his head, a mechanical wasp swiftly flew away, hiding from Cao Chengyu’s line of sight.
“I’m not the one who destroyed this place; you did it yourselves.”
“Come on, keep going.”
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Behind Cao Chengyu, a jade pure white lotus platform appeared. In his right hand, he held the Mysterious Ice Sword, his gaze icy cold.
These trash mechanized humans were barely worth refining into demonic pills.
Where was the promised grand auspicious hexagram? It was more like a thunder strike at the opening.
“Arrogant! Do you really think no one exists in the Che or Pang families?”
Just as Cao Chengyu was about to strike, a heavy voice sounded around him.
Three men and one woman occupied each corner of the sky, encircling him.
A divine sense scan revealed two cultivators at early Golden Core stage, one at mid-Golden Core, and one at late Golden Core.
Four Golden Core cultivators in total.
Even Cao Chengyu felt the pressure.
He could fight Golden Core cultivators, but so far had only sparred with poor-tier wandering cultivators like the Black Lotus Holy Mother, so his understanding of his own strength was limited. He wasn’t sure if he could win.
“Just a mid-Purple Palace cultivator, how dare you act recklessly at Feihong Immortal Workshop? Today is the death day for you and that old man!”
With the voice, an attack erupted!
The only female cultivator at mid-Golden Core stage opened her storage pouch wide, releasing hundreds of puppets—puppet master disciples of the Yin-Shi Dao!
The other three had diverse mechanized armors: some launched molten lava fireballs like cannonballs; others had spider-leg-like mechanical appendages spraying massive venom; one had metal-like hands crackling with lightning, pointing skyward to summon purple lightning strikes.
Three attacks came first.
Cao Chengyu’s eyes shot out solid purple light. He kicked Old Song, sending him flying over a thousand meters, temporarily removing him from the battlefield.
Mysterious Ice Sword traced a circle above his head.
Sword Technique Nine Songs, Song of the Setting Sun, Dusk Presses Down!
This strike was the materialized force of his yang attribute—at dusk, all laws fall silent!
The purple lightning and lava fireballs disappeared in sequence. The venom, once near, was absorbed by the three-foot purple light radiating from his eyes.
He stamped his foot forcefully.
The Qimen Array, centered on himself, instantly expanded, enveloping all enemies.
His right hand simultaneously scattered a large number of copper coins, shooting into different directions of the void.
The Classic Heaven and Earth Array, Two Poles Demon-Trapping Formation!
A fusion of Qimen techniques and array arts.
The four Golden Core cultivators voiced surprise and doubt. Their world had changed; thick mist surrounded them, so dense that even divine sense couldn’t pierce through.
Cao Chengyu gritted his teeth and added the Spell of Sensory Chaos.
After a series of moves, his mana was severely consumed, but fortunately, the Jade Pure White Lotus Platform replenished his reserves.
His immediate focus was the mid-Golden Core female puppet master. Isolated by the array and Qimen formation, her strongest puppet arts were useless.
Taking advantage of their entrapment, he aimed to kill one enemy first.
He moved his foot, twisting the Qimen formation.
In Che Miaomiao’s eyes, Cao Chengyu suddenly appeared before her. The surrounding mist resembled a dueling platform.
“Targeting me first? You underestimate me...”