I Have An Infinite Cultivation Resource
Chapter 63: Exploding the Golden Core
Zhou Lei's crooked head suddenly opened its mouth. The last sword core shot out unexpectedly toward Elder Wen.
His protective treasured artifact had already been consumed, and his flying sword was still embedded in Zhou Lei's chest. Although this attack consisted of only a single sword core, it was even more dangerous than the previous volley of nineteen.
Clang!
A metallic collision suddenly rang out in the air.
Blood seeped from Elder Wen's skin, and maze-like red patterns appeared densely across his face. Behind him, a phantom image of a Golden Core emerged—like a Buddha depicted in a painting, with a golden halo shining behind his head.
Stretching out his hand, Elder Wen used his index finger to block the incoming sword core. Then he extended his thumb, pinched the sword core between his fingers, and with a slight exertion of force, crushed it to pieces.
"Brother Wen!"
"Daoist Wen!"
The other nine elders finally arrived. Seeing Elder Wen's condition, each of them was greatly shocked.
"Daoist Wen, you actually exploded your Golden Core. You were only one step away from the Nascent Soul realm…"
When cultivators reach the Golden Core realm, they must constantly nurture their core—like a hen incubating an egg. Through day-after-day nurturing, the Golden Core can eventually break through its final shackle and shatter the core to form a Nascent Soul.
During this repeated nurturing, the power contained within the Golden Core eventually far exceeds the cultivator's own strength. What is called "exploding the core" is forcibly drawing out the spiritual power within the Golden Core to release it, gaining power several times stronger than oneself.
But the price is obvious.
If all the power within the Golden Core is extracted, it becomes a complete core explosion—once the spiritual power is exhausted, both the cultivator and the Golden Core perish.
If only a portion is drawn out, the cultivator's life will not be in danger, but the Golden Core will still be damaged, and the cultivator will never again be able to hatch the Golden Core into a Nascent Soul.
After a while, the ferocious aura surrounding Elder Wen finally faded. Looking at Zhou Lei's corpse on the ground, his pupils expanded and contracted repeatedly. After a long time, he finally suppressed his anger.
"Being unable to step into the Nascent Soul realm is still far better than dying right now. As long as I live, there might still be opportunities in the future."
He slowly exhaled, forced out a faint smile, and said to the other nine cultivators:
"Fellow Daoists, Wen may have to stop here in the future. I will have to rely on everyone's care from now on."
The other nine Golden Core elders hurriedly waved their hands.
"Brother Wen, what are you saying? We're only in the Golden Core realm as well. You've already reached the Peak of the late Golden Core realm, why would you need our care?"
"Yes, yes. Daoist Wen is exceptionally talented and blessed with good fortune. You only borrowed a trace of power from the Golden Core—there might still be a way to remedy it. Why speak of us taking care of you?"
Although they spoke politely, distance had already appeared in their eyes.
One cultivator who had never been particularly friendly with Elder Wen coughed lightly and said:
"Daoist Wen, you're injured now. Why don't you go rest and recover first? We still need to discuss matters regarding Dongfang Bubai. Don't worry, once we find any clues, we will certainly avenge you."
Elder Wen's face instantly turned iron-green. So-called "rest and recovery" was actually just a polite way of driving him away.
"It's only a core explosion. I'm not injured," Elder Wen said, looking for help from a few people who were usually close to him.
But everyone avoided his gaze.
"Old Wen, even if you're not injured, you should still rest. The Golden Core is more important than anything. Who knows, perhaps with rest it might recover."
The cultivator who had just been calling him "Brother Wen" now switched to calling him Old Wen.
"…Very well."
Elder Wen swallowed his anger and cupped his hands toward the nine of them.
"Wen will take his leave first. The matter of Dongfang Bubai will be entrusted to you all. Thinking about it now, the way I handled Huang Wen's affair earlier was indeed inappropriate. I offer my apologies to all of you—and to Daoist Huang, who is currently in seclusion."
"After I depart, I will certainly investigate the true culprit behind Huang Wen's death. If it was not Dongfang Bubai, I will definitely give Daoist Huang an explanation."
After speaking, Elder Wen bowed to each of them in turn. Then he slowly backed out of the room before suddenly quickening his pace and leaving in a hurry.
"That Old Wen is quite sensible," someone remarked.
"Instead of coveting the ancient map in Dongfang Bubai's hands, he'd better go curry favor with Daoist Huang first. Otherwise, if Daoist Huang learns what he said earlier, he'll definitely come looking for trouble."
"Hehe~ If he can become a Nascent Soul, why can't I?" Another cultivator vividly imitated Elder Wen's earlier words, then burst into laughter. "What a twist of fate, Daoist Wen's words came true in the blink of an eye."
"Fellow Daoists, there's no need to bring up Elder Wen's matter again. This Dongfang Bubai truly has remarkable methods. He can casually have a Peak Foundation Establishment cultivator act as a suicide soldier, and even be willing to take out twenty sword cores. Perhaps there is quite a powerful organization behind him."
"Indeed. And Dongfang Bubai's secret techniques are terrifying as well. Zhou Lei was actually able to deceive Daoist Wen during the soul-searching. Even after having his heart pierced by a flying sword, he still didn't completely die. By the way, which Daoist would like to step forward and examine what exactly is going on with Zhou Lei's corpse?"
Several Golden Core cultivators looked at each other, their gazes crossing back and forth. After a moment, they came to a decision.
"Let's just wait until Elder Huo Chuan arrives. After all, Zhou Lei is a disciple of his Deep Literary Pavilion."
Creak—
The door of the hall was pushed open.
Wu Tong bowed respectfully to the nine elders in the room, then carefully supported Huo Chuan as they slowly walked in.
Huo Chuan swept his gaze across the Golden Core cultivators present and curled his lips in disdain.
The Verdant Cloud Sect was simply too powerful, so powerful that it could pile up resources to produce numerous talented Golden Core cultivators. But precisely because of this, these Golden Core cultivators were completely incomparable to those who had clawed their way up from the bottom—whether in Dao heart, combat strength, courage, or experience.
Huo Chuan had already been watching from outside for a while. Elder Wen, a Golden Core cultivator, had been ambushed by someone in the Foundation Establishment realm and was forced to explode his core. Yet the remaining elders, aside from suppressing and excluding him, not a single one had dared to investigate Zhou Lei's situation.
Such cowardly fellows—if Huo Chuan didn't need them to speak in support of him as elders, he would have long since thrown them out of the Deep Literary Pavilion's main hall.
"Elder Huo."
Seeing Huo Chuan enter, the nine Golden Core elders immediately saluted him. Even though they were technically of the same generation as Huo Chuan—and some even had higher cultivation levels—they still bowed as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"No need for courtesy. I already know what happened in the hall just now."
Huo Chuan raised his hand slightly. A flying sword instantly severed Zhou Lei's head. Then he beckoned, and Zhou Lei's head—impaled on the flying sword—floated before him.
Pulling open Zhou Lei's eyelids, Huo Chuan casually tossed the head aside.
"It seems I was correct. Dongfang Bubai has already infiltrated our sect."
Seeing this, Wu Tong immediately began cleaning up Zhou Lei's corpse and the blood inside the hall. Meanwhile, Huo Chuan slowly walked to the central seat of the hall and sat down in a commanding posture.
"Blood-red eyes, a body that refuses to collapse after death—these are signs of being controlled by Dongfang Bubai. Some time ago, I nearly fell victim to the same trap myself. However, as long as you sever the head or destroy the brain's nerves, Dongfang Bubai's control can be broken."
Huo Chuan subconsciously rubbed his finger—the one that had been blown off by Lu You, which had now already recovered completely.
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