My Golden Core is a Star, do you call this cultivating?

Chapter 245: The Mighty Shen Wushen

Today, the Shen Guang Sect was exceptionally lively. Nascent Soul cultivators from all over the Great Shang Kingdom, known for their reputation, had gathered.

After all, the invitation sent out by the Shen Guang Sect was simply too shocking. A Nascent Soul cultivator at just around twenty years old was unheard of, not just in the Great Shang Kingdom, but across the entire Hundred Kingdoms. Even in the Eastern Lands, there had never been a Nascent Soul cultivator so young.

As a result, many of these Nascent Soul True Lords were filled with doubt about Qi Yuan’s breakthrough on the Seven-Colored Peak.

At the moment, a group of Nascent Soul True Lords had gathered, discussing the matter.

Sitting on a golden chair, Wu Dian, the monk, rested his arm on a golden lotus and stretched out his feet carelessly. In a rough voice, he asked, “What do you all think? Is it true that Qi Yuan from the Seven-Colored Peak has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage?”

“Even if it is true, I don’t believe he achieved it at twenty years old. Perhaps some old monster has taken over his body!” said Tea Talk True Lord, narrowing her eyes. She was at the mid-Nascent Soul stage and, as a rogue cultivator, was the most powerful among the rogue cultivators in the Great Shang Kingdom, aside from the deceased Black Chicken Old Monster.

“It's hard to believe that anyone could reach the Nascent Soul stage at twenty, but with some great fortune or a supreme treasure, it's not impossible,” said Kuang Jian, the True Lord of the Suspended Mountain Sect.

As the leader of one of the three major sects, his words carried weight, and the other Nascent Soul cultivators nodded in agreement.

“I’ve heard that a Purple Mansion cultivator died in the Shen Guang Sect. Perhaps Qi Yuan’s breakthrough is related to that,” Wu Dian suggested.

The faces of the Nascent Soul True Lords present changed slightly at this.

The Red Sword Sect had long been plotting in the Great Shang, even supporting the old emperor of the Great Shang. They had tried to trap disciples from various sects in the Heavenly Dragon Immortal Realm. However, some time ago, a Purple Mansion cultivator from the Red Sword Sect caused trouble in the Shen Guang Sect and was directly slain by a mysterious expert in the sect.

When this news spread, the Nascent Soul True Lords were shocked. They all entered the Ling Tian Pavilion to investigate and eventually learned that the incident in the Shen Guang Sect was related to the Blood Robe Alliance.

Initially, they didn’t know what the Blood Robe Alliance was. But soon they discovered that its leader, the Blood-Robe Sword God, had risen from the Hundred Kingdoms.

His daughter had been humiliated by the Bright Palace, forced to live in a dog kennel, and in his rage, he destroyed the Bright Palace, which had over fifty Purple Mansion cultivators. There were even rumors that he had killed many Yin Gods.

This was a matter that shook the heavens.

The Blood Robe Alliance was established by the Blood-Robe Sword God. It was said that Qi Yuan from the Seven-Colored Peak had a deep connection with the Blood-Robe Sword God.

When they thought about it this way, everything made sense. Perhaps Qi Yuan had been taken under the Blood-Robe Sword God's wing, or maybe he was even his offspring.

After all, the background of the Seven-Colored Peak’s chief disciple, Qi Yuan, was indeed mysterious.

Ruan Yixi had dominated the Great Shang for many years, rarely leaving her sect, and the one time she did, she brought back a disciple. It was enough to make them suspicious.

“If that’s the case, everything makes sense.”

“The Shen Guang Sect has incredible luck.”

“Sigh...”

These Nascent Soul True Lords began to let their imaginations run wild. Even if they cracked open their skulls and dried out every last drop of brainpower, they could never guess that Qi Yuan was actually the Blood-Robe Sword God himself. It simply defied all logic.

“No wonder there’s always been a rumor that Qi Yuan calls his master, Ruan Yixi, his wife. Maybe… hehe.”

“The Blood-Robe Sword God must be in seclusion, breaking through to the Yin God stage, and had no time to take care of his son, so he found him a child bride.”

In any case, the Nascent Soul True Lords were now indulging in wild gossip, making up stories in their minds.

“Who would have thought that the famous Seven-Colored Peak chief would turn out to be a child bride?”

“You shouldn’t say such things carelessly!”

At that moment, Jiang Lingsu, dressed in an elegant dark blue flowing gown with a deep black belt around her waist, and layered pleats at the hem, giving her an ethereal appearance, entered the scene.

She looked frustrated, with her hands on her waist. “These Nascent Soul True Lords are so stingy! Is this all they’re offering?”

Although she was unhappy about having to act as a doorman for her senior brother, she took her role seriously.

Standing across from her was Jiang Ran, dressed simply, who couldn’t help but laugh. “Senior sister, you weren’t like this when you were on the Seven-Colored Peak earlier.”

On the Seven-Colored Peak, Jiang Lingsu had been furiously complaining about Qi Yuan.

Mostly about how he was tactless and humiliating by making her act as a doorman.

“But now that you’re actually acting as a doorman, senior sister, you seem to be enjoying yourself. You’re even worrying about whether the gifts are too little, acting very much like a housekeeper!” Jiang Ran said with a grin, seemingly amused by Jiang Lingsu’s behavior.

Sure enough, a slight blush appeared at the tips of Jiang Lingsu’s ears hidden under her hair. She puffed out her chest and said, “If my senior brother receives more gifts, I, as his junior sister, might get a share. Why shouldn’t I care?”

She spoke with confidence.

Jiang Ran looked at Jiang Lingsu, a hint of envy in her eyes.

Back when they had all received top-tier evaluations, Qi Yuan had the option to choose a disciple to join the Seven-Colored Peak.

At that time, Jiang Ran had also hoped to be chosen.

For one, the Seven-Colored Peak’s leader, Ruan Yixi, was particularly mysterious. For another, there were only two disciples on the peak, meaning more resources for each.

However, Qi Yuan had rejected everyone, including her and Jiang Lingsu.

But Jiang Lingsu had the courage to stand up and ask Qi Yuan, which led to her joining the Seven-Colored Peak.

Now, Qi Yuan had become a Nascent Soul True Lord. As his junior sister, Jiang Lingsu could practically walk sideways in the Great Shang Kingdom.

One's fate could change entirely from the moment they joined a sect.

Facing these Nascent Soul True Lords, Jiang Lingsu had the confidence to complain about their meager gifts, something Jiang Ran would never dare do.

Naturally, she felt a tinge of jealousy.

Just then, a voice announced, “Shen Wushen and Shen Zhifeng from the Demon Desire Sect have arrived!”

At the Nascent Soul ceremony, all the Nascent Soul cultivators present looked up.

The sudden upheaval in the Demon Desire Sect had shocked everyone. The Shen family had suddenly risen to power, suppressing the Ji family.

There were many rumors about the origins of Shen Wushen.

All eyes turned to Shen Wushen.

Dressed in a black robe, his expression was emotionless. But just by standing there, he exuded an aura of invincibility that made everyone feel they could not possibly defeat him.

“He’s no ordinary Nascent Soul,” said Kuang Jian, the True Lord of the Suspended Mountain Sect, his eyes flickering with emotion.

He sensed a threat.

Wu Dian’s face also grew serious.

All the Nascent Soul True Lords present could feel an impending storm.

Shen Wushen scanned the dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators in the hall, his gaze calm but filled with intense battle intent.

Shen Wushen was a battle maniac, always pursuing the pinnacle of the Dao. He traveled through different worlds seeking defeat, believing that through combat, he could elevate himself, build the strongest foundation, and hone the most powerful divine abilities.

After all, it was too easy to lose in the Upper Realm. But losing in a world with scarce resources meant he could gain much from his opponent.

Of course, the most important thing was to carve out his own path and develop a unique divine ability rooted in his origins.

Shen Wushen spoke up.

“I come from the other side of the world, with sincerity and anticipation, seeking only a battle.”

As soon as he spoke, his aura as a battle maniac was fully exposed.

He directly challenged the group.

The Nascent Soul True Lords were stunned, exchanging glances.

Some old men chuckled quietly, thinking Shen Wushen was overestimating himself.

Others frowned, considering him arrogant.

But Shen Wushen’s next words made the Nascent Soul cultivators realize he wasn’t just arrogant—he was downright brazen.

“You can all come at me together. If any of you can injure me, I’ll give you this pill as a reward.”

Shen Wushen extended his hand, revealing a crystal-clear jade porcelain bottle.

Inside the bottle were seven pills.

When the Nascent Soul True Lords saw those pills, their expressions changed drastically.

“The Seven-Harmony Nourishing God Pill! It’s the legendary Seven-Harmony Nourishing God Pill!”

“It’s really that pill. The aura of the pill is genuine!”

The Seven-Harmony Nourishing God Pill could nourish the soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator. For those in the late Nascent Soul stage, taking this pill could strengthen their soul to the point of reaching Nascent Soul Perfection, enabling them to break through to the Purple Mansion stage.

This pill could enhance a Nascent Soul cultivator’s soul and increase their chances of breaking through to the Purple Mansion stage by thirty percent.

So, which of the Nascent Soul cultivators present wouldn’t be tempted?

“Shen Wushen, are you serious?” Wu Dian asked first.

“Of course, I am. I look forward to someone... defeating me!” Shen Wushen’s eyes blazed with battle intent under his black robe.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators didn’t hesitate any longer.

“Old me stepping up would be bullying a junior, but for the sake of this pill, I’ll thicken my skin and join forces with my fellow Daoists. What do you say?” Tea Talk True Lord said, eager to join the fight.

The Suspended Mountain Sect’s leader laughed heartily. “I’ll join in too.”

Under normal circumstances, they would care about their reputation. But when someone was offering such a precious pill, they wouldn’t hesitate.

They were confident in their strength.

Even if this was a Nascent Soul cultivator from another major region, they weren’t afraid to fight. Let alone the fact that Shen Wushen was brazenly challenging over thirty Nascent Soul cultivators at once.

All the Nascent Soul cultivators were ready, including those from the Shen Guang Sect.

At that moment, a clear voice rang out.

“You haven’t given your gift yet!” It was the doorman, Jiang Lingsu, who interrupted the Nascent Soul cultivators' discussion.

The Nascent Soul True Lords looked at Jiang Lingsu, slightly stunned.

How could a mere doorman be so bold?

Shen Zhifeng’s eyes flashed with anger, and she was about to scold her when Shen Wushen spoke up. “That was an oversight on my part.”

With a wave of his hand, one of the Seven-Harmony Nourishing God Pills flew out of the porcelain bottle, landing in front of Jiang Lingsu amid a chorus of gasps.

“Consider this my gift,” Shen Wushen said.

Jiang Lingsu was momentarily stunned, then quickly collected the pill, grinning from ear to ear.

This pill would be extremely valuable to her senior brother, so she kept it carefully.

After all, even the Jiang family would struggle to produce such a precious pill.

She was overjoyed, feeling as if she had received the pill herself.

At that moment, the Nascent Soul cultivators, led by Elder Withered Wood of the Shen Guang Sect, headed to the nearby dueling platform.

The platform was incredibly sturdy, and even Nascent Soul True Lords would struggle to damage it.

Shen Wushen, standing before the thirty-three Nascent Soul cultivators, was filled with battle intent, his gaze intense and focused.

To him, as long as someone was an opponent, they deserved his full attention, even if they were just a Golden Core cultivator.

This was Shen Wushen’s way of cultivating.

“Fight!” Shen Wushen shouted.

With that cry, the previously calm Shen Wushen seemed to awaken a dormant power within him. His aura suddenly grew ten times stronger.

The Nascent Soul True Lords on the platform all paled.

It felt as if they were not facing a Nascent Soul cultivator but a war god!
“Summon your Nascent Souls quickly!”

“Don’t hold back on your divine abilities!”

The thirty-three Nascent Soul True Lords didn’t hesitate. At that moment, no one held back.

Otherwise, the Seven-Harmony Nourishing God Pill would slip through their fingers.

“Whirlwind Cleaves Autumn Waters!” Kuang Jian, the True Lord of the Suspended Mountain Sect, shouted.

A giant sword appeared out of nowhere. The Suspended Mountain Sect’s leader had unleashed his strongest divine ability.

“Weak, too weak,” Shen Wushen moved at lightning speed, so fast that even the other Nascent Soul cultivators couldn’t see him clearly.

He reached out, caught the giant sword formed by the divine ability between his fingers, and with a flick, the terrifying divine ability disintegrated.

Before Kuang Jian could react, a tremendous force struck him, sending him flying off the platform, defeated.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators were shocked.

“He’s too strong!”

“We’re no match for him!”

“How can there be such a monster?”

At that moment, Shen Wushen moved like a ghost, weaving through the thirty-plus Nascent Soul cultivators as if they were nothing.

Anyone who encountered him was effortlessly knocked off the platform.

Their prized divine abilities were useless against Shen Wushen.

He moved like a specter among them, and every few seconds, another Nascent Soul True Lord was defeated.

The duel was nothing short of breathtaking.

To the disciples and elders watching, it was as if they were witnessing a divine display of magic, followed by the defeat of the Nascent Soul True Lords.

Every cultivator who saw this scene was in awe.

“He’s too powerful!”

“Is he really a Nascent Soul?”

“Even a Purple Mansion cultivator might not be this strong!”

The cultivators watched Shen Wushen as if he were a deity descended to earth.

After all, he was overwhelmingly powerful.

One against thirty, and it was a complete rout!
Not far away, Jiang Lingsu bit her lower lip, frowning. “This guy has no tact. Today was supposed to be Senior Brother’s Nascent Soul ceremony, and he’s stolen all the attention!”

Her muttered complaint snapped Jiang Ran out of her shock.

She looked at Jiang Lingsu, feeling... baffled.

Is this really the time to worry about stealing the spotlight?

Shouldn’t we be more concerned about... the danger posed by the Demon Desire Sect?

After all, the Demon Desire Sect had always been at odds with the Shen Guang Sect.

Now that the Demon Desire Sect had produced such an unparalleled Nascent Soul cultivator, every disciple of the Shen Guang Sect felt a sense of looming threat.

“You’re too weak, too weak.”

A hundred breaths passed, and on the dueling platform, only Shen Wushen stood tall.

All thirty-three Nascent Soul True Lords had been forced off the platform.

In just a hundred breaths, he had taken on thirty-three and won decisively!

Shen Wushen’s eyes flashed with disappointment.

This battle was simply uninteresting—a mere warm-up.

The thirty-three defeated Nascent Soul cultivators looked grim.

Faced with the arrogant Shen Wushen, they had been utterly crushed and didn’t dare say another word.

Shen Zhifeng, recalling something, couldn’t help but say proudly, “My lord is the true... number one Nascent Soul in the Canglan Realm! If my lord were to participate in the Eastern Lands Heavenly Talents List, he would undoubtedly be the top!”

If she had said this before, the Nascent Soul cultivators would have scoffed.

But now, seeing Shen Wushen’s overwhelming power, even rivaling that of a Purple Mansion cultivator, they couldn’t disagree.

If he competed in the Eastern Lands Heavenly Talents List, he would surely take first place.

“Kang Fulu, you’re on the Eastern Lands Heavenly Talents List. If this Shen Daoist participated, would he take first place?” Wu Dian asked.

It was easier to accept their defeat if it was to the number one Nascent Soul in the Eastern Lands.

Kang Fulu hesitated for a moment, surprised to be called upon.

Recalling the Eastern Lands Heavenly Talents battle, he replied, “Those talents are far beneath Shen Wushen!”

Indeed, not even Da Zhi True Lord, who was among the top ten on the Eastern Lands Heavenly Talents List, had this level of dominance.

Hearing this, Shen Zhifeng’s smile grew even more triumphant. “My lord is undoubtedly the number one Nascent Soul in the Canglan Realm!”