Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 209 Is this the Golden Core?
The Golden Elixir is the core substance related to a true person's life!
"Let me show you? Is that something a human being should say?"
Fu Feng was furious, but his mind was racing.

From the massive, fleshy tree in the courtyard and his several encounters with Li Wushou, it's clear that the opponent has never revealed any spiritual cultivation, relying either on his blood and qi or on the strength of his bones.

At this moment, the other party showed great interest in his golden core.

Could it be that the other party is not yet a Golden Core cultivator?
But how is that possible?
Could it be some kind of flesh-and-blood evil spirit?
Fu Feng made wild guesses but couldn't come to a conclusion.

But Li Wushou's words also reminded him that the opponent's physical body was extremely strong, and it would be difficult for him to fight the opponent head-on. Since the opponent was suspected of not being a Golden Core cultivator, he should use the Golden Core Domain to wear the opponent down!

Thinking of this, Master Fufeng snorted coldly, hovering in mid-air, looking down at Li Wushou and said:
"Since you want to see it, then so be it!"

The moment he finished speaking, the face that had appeared on Fufeng Zhenren's belly faded away. Then his chest swelled up and his withered neck slowly expanded, as if something was crawling out of Fufeng's belly.

Fu Feng's eyes widened, his mouth gaped open in anger, and he roared to the sky:
"puff!"

A golden human head the size of a fist was spat out of Fufeng's mouth.

The golden head looked similar to Fufeng. The moment it was spat out, a whirlwind suddenly swept around Fufeng, and the golden head floated in the eye of the whirlwind, hovering above Fufeng Zhenren's head.

The whirlwind suddenly intensified, weathering the stone blades and pulverizing the bluestone paving stones in the courtyard.

The last elder of the He family, who had been abandoned by Master Fufeng, hurriedly scrambled to the side to escape.

The glimmer of hope that had just risen in his heart suddenly seemed to vanish again.

Because he discovered that Master Fufeng hadn't cared about his life or death at all, letting the wind blades stirred up by the Golden Core blow freely around him.

He's not like Li Wushou; if the wind were to blow even a fraction of it on him, he would be shattered, his flesh torn, and his life cut off.

In mid-air, Master Fufeng stood solemnly, muttering to himself, as did the golden head atop his head.

The two whispers gradually merged into one, and the scene before Li Wushou's eyes suddenly changed drastically. The surroundings suddenly turned into weathered rock walls, as if he were in a windy valley.

Master Fufeng suddenly shouted:
"Enter my Wind Valley, and die!"

The golden head then opened its mouth as if to spew something out, and with a whoosh, a gale suddenly arose!
Li Wushou squinted, intently observing the golden pill, but the more he looked at it, the stranger it seemed.

First of all, the appearance of this golden elixir is different from that in Wu Zhuangyuan's storybook. The storybook describes the elixir as being formed when essence, energy, and spirit are united.

Although it did contain the essence of spirit and energy, this golden pill was not round at all. Instead, it resembled the head of True Man Fufeng, and it even looked as if the other party was about to grow a neck.

Moreover, this Master Fufeng did not possess either of the two opposing forces.

Although the opponent's derivative domain at this moment was extremely powerful, even stronger than the domains and divine domains that Li Wushou had seen, it was indeed only composed of the power of wind.

This is clearly not what Li Wushou understood the internal energy cultivation method to be like.

But then again, it seems to have gained some ability to change the world?

It seems that this Master Fufeng is not a Golden Core cultivator with an inner cultivation method, but rather some other type of Golden Core.

Having made up his mind, Li Wushou composed himself and prepared to take the golden pill and study it carefully.

Facing the howling wind, Li Wushou stood firm, his blood and qi surging, and threw a punch. Five long dragons of blood qi suddenly left his body and rushed into the wind.

Five long, blood-red dragons swept through the Wind Valley with overwhelming force!
But this time, the gale, aided by the power of the Dharma Domain, seemed inexhaustible, and the long dragon of blood energy gradually weakened and slowly dissipated.

Li Wushou touched his brow, and the old beggar in the Three Immortals Pavilion waved his sleeve, sending a mist flying out of the pavilion. Li Wushou took a deep breath, his chest bulging, and then focused his mind and exhaled sharply in one direction.

The surrounding scene returned to the appearance of Ding Shi Yuan. Li Wushou stomped his feet, and a large crater exploded in the ground. His figure followed closely behind the mist, forcibly tearing a gap in Fu Feng Zhenren's whirlwind, and instantly arrived beside Fu Feng Zhenren.

With his right hand outstretched, Li Wushou locked onto the golden pill, intending to take it in his hand.

Master Fufeng was also surprised to see Li Wushou break through his Wind Domain so strangely, but after seeing Li Wushou's actions, he revealed a cold smile.

Is obtaining the Golden Elixir so easy?

Li Wushou's recklessness was also a good opportunity for him. He gritted his teeth, inserted a finger into his left chest, cut his heart with the fingertip, took three drops of blood from his heart, and threw them into the golden head.

The golden head opened its mouth and swallowed, its eyes instantly turning blood red.

Its head suddenly turned around, and it opened its mouth to spit out a blood-red wind blade at Li Wushou. A fierce aura rushed over. These blood-red wind blades could easily cut through any Foundation Establishment cultivator. Even Zhu Junzi's skeletal body would find it difficult to withstand them in the slightest.

Li Wushou's expression was cold, but beneath his calm eyes lay a hint of madness.

Instead of retracting his arm, he charged even more resolutely into the crimson wind blades.

His right hand was instantly turned into a bloody mess as dense wind blades ripped away large swaths of flesh from Li Wushou's body. In the blink of an eye, only bloody bones remained of Li Wushou's palm and most of his forearm.

The crimson wind blade continued its relentless advance, heading straight for Li Wushou's face.

At this moment, Li Wushou's arm was still two fists away from the golden head. If he dodged the wind blade, all his efforts would be in vain.

Li Wushou neither dodged nor retreated, but suddenly raised his left hand to block his face.

Seeing this, Master Fufeng's killing intent intensified, and he roared in hatred:

"Die!"

But then Li Wushou shouted at the same time:
"derivative!"

Before its left hand even touched the wind blade, flesh and blood tore apart, and bone sprouted wildly from the flesh, like a glass fan. "Clang clang clang~!"

The crimson wind blades struck the glass palm like the crisp sound of blacksmiths striking iron. Despite the flying blood and flesh, the crimson wind blades that rushed towards him were all blocked.

The murderous intent on Master Fufeng's face froze, and he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:
"What? How is this possible? What exactly are you?"

After shouting, Master Fufeng's expression changed drastically, because he suddenly realized that Li Wushou's right hand was only two fists away from his golden core.

With a thought, the golden head let out a hiss, and a domain of power suddenly descended between the golden head and Li Wushou's glass bone palm.

The golden head turned around and tried to escape, returning to Master Fufeng's dantian.

But it was too late!
Although Master Fufeng reacted quickly enough, at the same time Li Wushou shouted "Derivation," his right glass bone hand was also rapidly lengthening.

With a cracking sound as his joints closed, Li Wushou grasped the golden head of Fufeng Zhenren in the palm of his skeletal body.

His palm trembled and crackled as the golden head struggled, but Li Wushou held it firmly.

Seeing that Master Fufeng was about to resist, the glass fan that had blocked the blood-red wind blade slashed back at Master Fufeng.

With a sharp, glassy bone edge, the blade sliced ​​off Master Fufeng's left arm and most of his shoulder with a ripping sound.

"what!"

Master Fufeng let out a shrill roar. The intense pain made it impossible for him to control the spiritual power around him. He fell directly from mid-air, and blood sprayed everywhere instantly.

Li Wushou stood in the void, his hands, which had been undulating, returned to their normal state.

Blood and energy swirl around the bones of the hands, and fascia attaches to them, constantly generating and wriggling flesh. I believe that the hands will recover to this state soon.

"Ho!"

The last elder of the He family, his throat bobbing as if he had forgotten to breathe, suddenly gasped for breath.

Li Wushou stood silently in the void, his skeletal hand gripping the golden core of Ancestor Fufeng tightly. His blood energy surged and churned like an abyss, making him appear like an ancient god or demon, inspiring fear and trepidation.

Li Wushou glanced at the clan elder, who quickly covered his mouth with both hands, not daring to make a sound.

Withdrawing his gaze, Li Wushou slowly raised his right hand and carefully examined the golden pill that Fu Feng Zhenren had given him.

Looking around, I didn't find anything new, but the taste should be quite good.

It was second only to the drop of blood essence that the old beggar had once given him from the Blood Buddha.

Slowly descending from the sky, it stepped on the chest of the still wailing Master Fufeng. Master Fufeng's face turned red, and he groaned and fainted.

His furrowed brows relaxed, and Li Wushou murmured softly:
"Finally quiet."

The last remaining elder shivered and covered his mouth even tighter.

With a thought, Li Wushou summoned a blood seed that appeared before him and instantly burrowed into the elder's body.

The blood seed forcibly dispersed the spiritual energy within the opponent's body, reshaping it into a new circulation path.

This process was different from that of the previous children. The other party was already a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and the path of spiritual energy circulation was already deeply rooted. Forcibly reversing it at this moment was even more painful, but the other party gritted his teeth and dared not utter a sound.

After a long period of transformation, the other party's temperament changed drastically, and his whole body was filled with a blood-yang energy.

Another blood seed floated out of the Yin-Yang diagram, entered the other person's body, and in the blink of an eye, the other person returned to the Foundation Establishment stage, or even advanced further.

The elder's face lit up with joy, and he quickly prostrated himself on the ground, devoutly bowing:
"He Zhen greets his master!"

Li Wushou nodded expressionlessly. He kept He Zhen with him not because He Zhen had just cursed Fu Feng, but because He Zhen was the least bloodthirsty of the seven elders.

The He family's restaurant, which caters to all directions, both exploits and, in a sense, protects all directions.

The sudden collapse caused chaos in all directions, which only made things worse.

If we leave He Zhen to uphold the He family's reputation, and wait for the other children of different bloodlines to grow up, the stability here will no longer be a problem.

"From this day forward, you are the head of the He family. Under the jurisdiction of the He family, no more human sacrifices are permitted. Go and deal with this matter!"

He Zhen's expression turned solemn, and he hurriedly agreed. At this point, he finally understood why the He family had suddenly suffered such a devastating disaster. After bowing three times, He Zhen slowly got up and walked out of the courtyard.

Seeing this, Li Wushou said no more. With a flick of his sleeve, the two fleshy trees at the door transformed back into tree seeds and fell back into the Yin-Yang diagram.

After He Zhen left Ding Shi Yuan, Li Wushou touched his brow, and the old beggar walked out of Sanxian Guan and hovered above Fufeng Zhenren's head.

Li Wushou looked at the old beggar and spoke directly:
"I'm leaving this Master Fufeng to you. See if you can extract any other information from him."

The old beggar looked impatient. He really looked down on Li Wushou's nonsense about Golden Core and Nascent Soul, so he was unwilling to do such a boring thing.

Just then, a flash of red light appeared before his eyes, and a blood seed floated in front of him. The old beggar swallowed hard, patted his chest solemnly, and assured him:

"Leave Li Wushou to me, you can rest assured! I'll find out for you how old he was when he peeped at the widow bathing!"

(End of this chapter)