I Swear I’m Not a Demonic Cultivator - Chapter 50
Chapter 50
Hearing Tie Xue Leng’s cold words, Fang Zheng finally understood.
Zhao Xun and Lu Chuxue were the ones who used the Great Formation to slaughter the Righteous Dao Alliance. They were merely his servants; their actions had nothing to do with him.
After all, when a company faces trouble, it’s always blamed on individual employees’ actions.
Fang Zheng resolved to recruit new servants and followers to spread his righteous ideals anew. As for the old ones, he might as well just let them be recycled on the “Turn Around” platform.
Gazing at the Ice Plains Bear Emperor’s spinal cord in the box, a warm feeling surged through Fang Zheng’s heart.
Sure enough, when the car reaches the mountain, there’s always a road ahead; when the boat nears the bridge, it naturally straightens its course.
If a nail punctures a car tire, there’s bound to be a tire repair shop within fifty meters.
He was truly fortunate. Since fate had granted him a second chance, he would certainly propagate his righteous ideals!
Fang Zheng firmly grasped the Ice Plains Bear Emperor’s spinal cord and, with the System’s assistance, refined it in an instant.
Ding!
The System’s sacred and compassionate notification chimed on schedule.
Detected celestial treasure: Ice Plains Bear Emperor’s Spinal Cord
Contains supreme vitality and the primal frost energy of the Northern Territory. Ordinary refinement methods will waste 99% of its essence and involve excruciating pain, with a risk of bodily explosion.
Initiating “Benevolent Optimization” to select the safest and most efficient refinement method for the Host… Optimized method locked: Myriad Ages Ice Demon Body Tempering Method!
Cultivation Technique Description: Using the Bear Emperor’s Ultimate Cold Marrow as a catalyst, this technique draws upon the extreme yin and chilling forces of heaven and earth to reshape the host’s Dao Foundation. The process will be accompanied by the extraordinary phenomenon of ten thousand miles of ice, a necessary trial for the great cultivators of the Ancient Righteous Dao to temper their indomitable will and forge their supreme Dao Body! Host, steadfastly guard your true nature and embrace this crucible!
Fang Zheng glanced at the description, his heart unmoved.
A technique from the great cultivators of the Ancient Righteous Dao?
Excellent.
He needed power.
He closed his eyes, instructing the System to suppress the extraordinary phenomena, and allowed the surging force to flood into his body.
Boom—!
An indescribable, bone-chilling cold erupted from Fang Zheng’s palm, violently scouring every inch of his shattered meridians!
It wasn’t mere cold; it was absolute, suffocating Silent—the cold of death itself!
A layer of jet-black, ominous-aura-radiating Xuan Ice instantly crystallized across Fang Zheng’s skin. Bizarrely, ethereal blue flames burned atop the black ice.
His blood seemed to freeze solid one moment, only to be forcefully ignited the next!
Yet Fang Zheng made no sound.
He endured it all in stoic silence.
Compared to the agony of his shattered Dao Heart, what was this mere physical torment?
He could clearly sense the domineering force forcibly widening and reforging his shattered meridians, inch by inch.
The dark golden Golden Core, riddled with cracks, not only resisted collapse under the black flame’s tempering but began to slowly rotate. The fissures healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, its color deepening into an increasingly profound, pure hue.
He was growing stronger!
After an unknown amount of time, when the last trace of icy cold energy had fused into his Dantian, Fang Zheng slowly opened his eyes.
All his internal injuries had fully healed.
Although his Realm remained at the Initial Stage of the Golden Core, he could feel that his meridians were more than twice as resilient and wide as before! The strength of his physical body had reached an unprecedented, terrifying level!
For the first time, Fang Zheng felt genuine admiration for Ancestor Qiu.
Merely re-solidifying his shattered Golden Core had nearly doomed him to eternal damnation.
Yet that legendary sage had voluntarily shattered his Golden Core nine times, then reforged it nine times!
What indomitable will that must have required! What unwavering faith!
The Nine Refinements Golden Core Method…
Fang Zheng’s heart burned with fervor.
He had to obtain it!
He stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones cracked with a resounding series of pops.
He needed to test his newfound strength.
Just then, earth-shattering beast roars and the thunderous clash of weapons erupted from outside the fortress.
Tie Yuyao, who had been guarding the door, immediately pushed it open when she heard the commotion inside.
She saw Fang Zheng standing there, fully restored to his former self.
He stood tall and upright, his aura restrained yet radiating a primal, oppressive aura—as if facing an ancient, ferocious beast.
“You… you’re alright now?” Tie Yuyao’s voice was a little dry.
“Mm,” Fang Zheng nodded, his gaze drifting beyond the fortress walls. “Fighting outside?”
“Just a small-scale Beast Tide,” Tie Yuyao explained, though her heart churned like a stormy sea. “Ice Plains Hounds and Snowclaw Bears, nothing a few Foundation Establishment cultivators can’t handle. No big deal.”
The Bear Emperor’s Spinal Cord works this well? How long has it been? A cripple with a completely shattered Dao Foundation—and he’s already recovered?
“I want to try it out,” Fang Zheng stated simply.
Tie Yuyao froze, then understanding dawned.
She stared at Fang Zheng’s impassive face, nodding almost involuntarily.
She too wanted to see what difference recovery had made to the man who had made the “Bamboo Gentleman” bloom.
Gritting her teeth, she made up her mind and reached out to grab Fang Zheng’s wrist.
“I’ll take you!”
The warm touch on his wrist startled Fang Zheng slightly, but he didn’t pull away.
The pair walked out of the stone hut, one behind the other, heading toward the massive city wall stained black with beast blood.
The battle cries shook the heavens from atop the city walls.
Dozens of heavily armored Tie Clan cultivators clashed fiercely with the endless waves of Monster Beasts surging from below. Their movements were practiced and their coordination flawless. With each swing of their swords and axes, crimson blossoms bloomed in the air.
When Tie Yuyao led Fang Zheng onto the ramparts, they immediately drew the attention of everyone present.
“Young Miss!”
A burly, bearded man directing the defense frowned upon seeing Fang Zheng. “Why did you bring him here? The front lines are too dangerous, not a place to recuperate!”
Another young cultivator made no attempt to conceal his scorn.
“Oh, look who it is—the good-for-nothing Young Miss picked up? He can actually stand? Tough as nails, I see!”
“What’s she brought him here for? To watch us slaughter Monster Beasts and learn a thing or two?”
Each remark pierced Tie Yuyao’s ears like a dagger. Her face flushed crimson, and she desperately wanted to retort, but she didn’t know where to begin. After all, to everyone present, Fang Zheng radiated not even a trace of Spiritual Energy, making him indistinguishable from an ordinary mortal.
Forcing herself to remain calm, she said, “He… he just wants to test his skills!”
Her words hung in the air for a moment before the surrounding cultivators erupted into raucous laughter.
“Test his skills? Hahaha! Did I hear that right?”
“Him? He doesn’t even have any spiritual energy! What’s he going to test? How quickly he can get his neck snapped by an Ice Plains Hound?”
“Young Miss, stop joking around! Take him away and stop causing trouble!”
A gaunt cultivator with a wispy goatee rolled his eyes and shouted, “Come, come, let’s place bets! I’ll wager one Lower Grade Spirit Stone the kid won’t last three breaths if he jumps down there!”
“Three breaths? Wang Lao, you’re being too generous!”
The crowd immediately started egging each other on. “I’ll bet if he can even fend off one Ice Plains Hound, I’ll smash my Demonic Pill two hundred times!”
“I bet the big dog will just chew him up!”
“I bet he’ll be crying for his mama, begging the Young Miss to save him!”
“I’ll match that bet. If he lasts three breaths, I’ll pay up immediately!”
Obscene words and curses filled the air, a constant barrage.
Tie Yuyao trembled with rage, about to erupt, when Fang Zheng pressed a hand firmly on her shoulder, restraining her.
He paid no heed to the jeers around them. In his world, only the roaring Monster Beasts below mattered.
He wanted to test himself.
To see just how strong his body, reforged by the Myriad Ages Ice Demon Body Tempering Method, had become.
He didn’t even intend to use the strange Demonic Essence swirling in his Dantian.
Just his fists.
Under the mocking gazes of everyone present, he strode to the edge of the city wall.
Then, he leaped!
“He’s gone mad! He actually jumped!”
“Quick, look! This is going to be good!”