I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates Chapter 914: 912: Is This the Golden Core Late Stage?!

Chapter 914: Chapter 912: Is This the Golden Core Late Stage?!

Days had passed in a blink of an eye, and Lu Xuan had been concealing his aura, observing the whereabouts of the Strange Insect through the Flower Charm Slave.

In the anti, the Strange Insect had shifted its position once again, turning into a dark teorite, silently floating in the void, closely watching the mist.

Perhaps having grown impatient after such a long wait and sensing no activity inside or outside the mist, the cultivator behind the scenes seed to lose patience. The insect spread its wings and transford into a black beam of light that flew into the void.

“It’s coming!”

“I want to see just who dares to covet my Incomplete Cave Heaven.”

Lu Xuan’s mind sharpened, and he instructed the Flower Charm Slave to follow closely behind him.

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He had waited for so long precisely to track this Strange Insect that was lurking outside the Incomplete Cave Heaven and to expose the person behind it.

With its extrely strong ability to beco invisible, the Flower Charm Slave could evade detection even by Primordial Infant True Monarchs. Lu Xuan had ample confidence in it.

A hundred or so breaths later, the black light dissipated, and the Strange Insect revealed its form, flying into the arm of a Bald Monk.

The monk was tall with a fierce expression, and one of his arms was exceptionally thick and black-red.

The insect landed on his arm, quickly diminished in size, and rged into his flesh and blood.

“Golden Core Completion Realm…”

Lu Xuan sensed the other’s aura through the Flower Charm Slave and murmured thoughtfully.

A murderous intent began to rise in his heart.

The Incomplete Cave Heaven was ho to a large number of Seventh Grade Spirit Plants he had been collecting over the years, a matter of great importance that admitted no margin for error.

If it was breached, many years of hard work would go down the drain.

The path to Nascent Soul and even Divinity Transformation would suddenly beco extrely rugged.

Although this Bald Monk had not yet entered the Incomplete Cave Heaven, he had sensed sothing was amiss and had been waiting outside the mist for such a long ti, suggesting a high likelihood of harboring malicious intent.

“This man cannot be left alive,” he silently told himself.

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“Strange, I’ve been guarding the outside of the mist for over a month, and there’s been absolutely no activity at all.”

In the void, a puzzled expression erged on the Bald Monk’s face.

More than a month ago, to avoid a space storm, he had ventured into the tumultuous astral winds and fortuitously arrived in this region.

He had stumbled upon the existence of the huge mist, but aware that the mist itself was a powerful, natural prohibition and sensing traces of a High Rank Formation outside it, he had not tried to force his way in.

Instead, he had hidden in the shadows, sending out a Strange Insect capable of altering its form to guard outside the mist, secretly watching and waiting for an opportunity to act.

Yet after more than a month of waiting without detecting any activity, neither had he seen any cultivators erge from the mist, nor had he noticed anyone attempting to enter it.

“It’s probably the secluded place of so cultivator’s deep cultivation.”

“With no activity for so long, it’s very possible they have perished. If I go in, maybe I could find a good number of rare treasures.”

Desire ignited in his heart.

Although not discounting the possibility that the other party was in closed-door cultivation, even if he faced this worst-case scenario and encountered a Nascent Soul True Monarch, he believed he had a good chance of escaping in such a special environnt as the void.

“Fortune favors the bold! Let’s take a risk!”

A ruthless glint crossed the eyes of the Bald Monk as he swiftly flew towards the mysterious mist.

As he drew nearer to the mist, suddenly, layer upon layer of illusions appeared before his eyes, causing his mind to falter involuntarily.

Before he could regain his composure, a series of chanting resounded through the void, and golden lotuses erged from nowhere.

A vague, hundred-zhang-tall Golden Body Physique appeared in the void with one hand forming a Buddhist Dharma Seal.

The Golden Body Physique burst forth with thousands of Buddhist lights, illuminating the heavens and earth, the light majestic and awe-inspiring, causing the Light Cluster monk to unconsciously feel a sense of submission.

The Dharma Seal rapidly expanded, harboring various true intents of the Buddhist Gate within it, and with an unstoppable ferocity, it pressed down towards the Bald Monk.

In a life and death crisis, the Bald Monk regained a trace of clarity. Without ti to bring forth his magic treasure, a black light circulated on the surface of his body, and in the blink of an eye, it solidified into a thick armor.

Under the Dharma Seal, there was no escape; his two arms grew rapidly in size, crossing above his head.

“Pfft!”

The hands clashed head-on with the Dharma Seal; despite his exceptionally sturdy flesh body, he was struck until he vomited Essence Blood, his arms disintegrated, and nurous grotesque Strange Worms flew out.

At the cost of severe injuries, he finally caught a mont to breathe and was about to adapt to the circumstances when suddenly a Deep Purple Jade Mirror flew out from the depths of the void.

“Middle Rank Magic Treasure! There’s a Nascent Soul old monster!”

The Bald Monk, sensing the powerful aura of the Southern Bright Thunderfire Mirror, his heart skipped a beat, and he imdiately shouted:

“Senior, you misunderstand! This junior was just passing through this place! I had no other intentions!”

“This junior’s master is from…”

Before he could finish speaking, strands of deep purple thunderfire surged out from the jade mirror.

The thunderfire was fierce and domineering, and in an instant, it spread into a sea of fire that spanned several miles, enveloping him within it.

Whoever knew the origin of this deep purple thunderfire, just a touch of it clung like a festering sore. Neither mana nor treasure could disperse it.

He knew how terrifying the unknown cultivator was, and he made a decision in an instant.

A cold and sinister aura emanated from his body, and in a mont, whether it was the thick armor or the abnormally stout arms, buzzing sounds could be heard from inside.

Suddenly, his entire body silently disintegrated, and hundreds to thousands of bizarre Insect Beasts flew in all directions.

This was one of his cultivation’s unique life-saving secret techniques, which allowed the Divine Soul to fragnt and live on by inhabiting the Strange Insects he had been feeding for many years.

The Strange Insects were impervious to water and fire, and their vitality was tenacious. As long as one of them escaped, there was a slim chance of survival.

Among the thousands of deep purple flas, most of the Strange Insects fell, but about a dozen seized the opportunity to flee into the deeper reaches of the void.

“Where do you think you’re escaping?!”

Lu Xuan’s figure appeared out of nowhere, as if he had instantly teleported from a distance, silent and without any warning.

He opened his mouth and spat out a needle that shone with a faint light—the Strange Needle shot out.

The speed of the Strange Needle was incredibly fast, imperceptible to the naked eye, appearing and disappearing in the void.

It seed that a weird force field was contained within the flying needle, attracting nearby Strange Insects involuntarily.

In the blink of an eye, the remaining dozen or so Strange Insects were drawn together by the Yin Yang Origin Magnetism Divine Needle.

The Divine Needle silently pierced through the bodies of all the Strange Insects.

In that instant, dozens of Strange Insects simultaneously exploded without a sound, and even tiny fragnts of their bodies were annihilated by a strange force field.

“Golden Core Late Stage Realm…”

“Middle Rank Divine Ability! Two Middle Rank Magic Treasures!”

“Is this motherfucker Golden Core Late Stage?!”

As the dust settled, Lu Xuan’s figure beca visible, floating in the air, smiling yet not smiling as he looked at the scene before him.

Upon sensing his aura, the Divine Soul of the Bald Monk inhabiting the Strange Insects silently roared in anger and then vanished into the void.

Lu Xuan’s thoughts moved, and the Yin Yang Origin Magnetism Divine Needle rapidly shrank and deftly entered his ear.

The still quietly burning Southern Bright Thunderfire also gathered together, forming strands of deep purple flas, all returning to the Southern Bright Thunderfire Mirror.