Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality

Chapter 429: Huang Ming’s Identity

Huang Ming was a Unity Stage cultivator who had dispersed his cultivation and re-cultivated, dominating the cultivation world for over two thousand years, but this was the first time he had seen a Golden Core Stage cultivator able to use a clone technique.

And not just any clone technique, but one as formidable as this.

Before Huang Ming could fully grasp what was happening, the Qingfeng Sword and Underworld Moon Sword cut through the air like two dragons swimming through the East Sea, bringing with them a bloody storm as they roared toward him.

Lu Yang wasn’t sure if the Living Corpse could regenerate again after being cut, and rather than risk uncertainty, he aimed his strikes directly at Huang Ming. He refused to believe that Huang Ming could regenerate like the Living Corpse.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Huang Ming hurriedly commanded the Living Corpse to attack, but Lu Yang’s clone wielding the Underworld Moon Sword held it back, allowing Lu Yang to engage Huang Ming directly.

The two quickly became locked in a stalemate, but Huang Ming soon realized his disadvantage.

Lu Yang’s mental strength surpassed his own, allowing him to control his clone with greater precision. In the battle between the Living Corpse and Lu Yang’s clone, the Living Corpse was steadily losing ground.

Once the clone triumphed, Huang Ming knew he would have to face a two-on-one situation.

Lu Yang’s quiet laughter echoed in Huang Ming’s ears, sending a chill down his spine.

“Don’t tell me you don’t understand the principle of not dividing your attention during battle? Break Word Technique!”

Lu Yang unleashed the Break Word Technique, sword qi surged into the sky, radiating a dazzling brilliance, intertwining into a radiant curtain.

Huang Ming summoned his strongest defensive technique, a blood-red barrier, to block the attack. However, the barrier only held for half a breath before shattering under the force of the Break Word Technique.

Splat—

Huang Ming tried to use the corpse-swapping technique again, but he was a split second too slow. His right shoulder was pierced through.

He was gravely injured, and it would take him at least half a month of rest to recover.

Despite having consumed a Qi Replenishing Pill mid-battle, Huang Ming found himself once again running out of spiritual qi.

Meanwhile, Lu Yang hadn’t taken a single qi replenishing pill throughout the entire fight. This was thanks not only to his Invincible Core but also to the long-term benefits of having eaten tofu regularly during his early cultivation.

Regular consumption of tofu helped balance a cultivator’s five elements, significantly boosting their endurance in battle.

“I concede!” Huang Ming gritted his teeth, admitting his defeat as he took a pill to heal his injuries.

Lu Yang sheathed his sword and, as if he hadn’t just injured Huang Ming, greeted him with a smile.

“What made you decide to disperse your cultivation and start over?”

Huang Ming sighed. “I was too eager when I was younger, didn’t build a solid foundation, and ended up stuck in the mid-Unity Stage, unable to break through. I figured this was a good opportunity to start fresh, so I reincarnated.”

Lu Yang was curious. “Why didn’t you join one of the Five Great Immortal Sects? They have better resources than the Corpse-Driving Sect.”

“The Immortal Sects are hard to enter, and there are too many experts. Someone would have surely discovered my identity. But you, you’ve got guts. Not only did you sneak into an Immortal Sect, but you’re making such a big splash.”

Huang Ming, seeing Lu Yang’s powerful spiritual strength, assumed that he too had dispersed his cultivation and re-cultivated.

He continued, “Judging by your unique clone technique, which I’ve never heard of or seen recorded in history, I’d guess it’s a lost art with no successors. Were you a cultivator from the Great Qian Dynasty?”

“No, I haven’t dispersed my cultivation and started over.”

“Stop lying. You think a regular cultivator could beat me? Fine, I’ll share my secret. I was Sovereign Huang Qin of the Great Yu Dynasty. What’s your name? Maybe I’ve heard of you before.”

(TL Note: Huang Qin (黄岑) is the name of a plant commonly used in Traditional Chinese Medicine, also known as the Chinese Skullcap. I’m not sure if Huang Qin is his name or is it his title but it doesn’t have much relevance to the plot anyways. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scutellaria_baicalensis)

Lu Yang remained silent, simply staring at Huang Ming.

Huang Ming seemed to realize something.

Huang Ming: “…”

Lu Yang: “…”

“You’re from the Great Yu Dynasty!?”

“You’re really a disciple of Dao Seeking Sect!?”

Both of them exclaimed in unison.

Lu Yang had initially thought Huang Ming was just some elder from the Corpse-Driving Sect who had dispersed his cultivation and re-cultivated, so his tone had been rather casual. He hadn’t expected Huang Ming to be a cultivator from the Great Yu Dynasty.

Huang Ming was even more shocked than Lu Yang. The strength Lu Yang displayed was all achieved through step-by-step cultivation, without the benefit of dispersing and re-cultivating. Even the National Preceptor couldn’t do this at the same level!

Could geniuses of this era really be this terrifying?!

Meng Jingzhou quickly realized the severity of the situation. Huang Ming was actually a cultivator from the Great Yu Dynasty.

Barbarian Bone and Zhao Po, on the other hand, were encountering ancient cultivators for the first time and didn’t react as strongly as Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou.

Huang Ming soon regained his composure, his tone becoming sinister, his eyes clouded with darkness, showing no hint of a smile. “Well, well, well, as expected of a genius born in this great era. You’ve pushed me to such a pitiful state!”

“In that case, I can’t let you live!”

“My original plan was to have a chat with you and then kill everyone who overheard us. Now it seems I’ll have to kill you too!”

Huang Ming no longer concealed his murderous intent, using a secret technique to call for reinforcements.

“Fellow Daoist Meng, kill them all!”

(TL Note: Different Meng from Meng Jingzhou. I’m not putting any more notes about this kind of situation.)

“Lu Yang, be careful! There’s a Unity Stage cultivator rushing over!”

As soon as Everlasting Fairy’s warning sounded in Lu Yang’s mind, the overwhelming pressure of a mountain descended upon them.

A middle-aged man with graying hair appeared in the sky, completely ignoring Lu Yang and the others as he looked down at Huang Ming with a mocking smile.

“Huang, why do you look so miserable?”

“If you were in my shoes, you’d look the same!” Huang Ming snapped. The talent of Lu Yang was terrifying. He, a mighty cultivator who had re-cultivated from the Unity Stage, couldn’t even defeat him.

If Lu Yang were allowed to grow, the consequences would be unimaginable!

He had to be eliminated as soon as possible!

“Fair enough,” the ancient cultivator, addressed as Fellow Daoist Meng, laughed. To him, these few Golden Core cultivators could be wiped out with a flick of his fingers.

“That’s him!” the Drowning Ghost cried out, recognizing the familiar aura. “He’s the one who knocked me out and brought me from the East Sea to this place!”

Fellow Daoist Meng looked down and recognized the Drowning Ghost, chuckling quietly. “Ah, so it’s the Drowning Ghost from the East Sea.”

Lu Yang’s heart sank. This meant that the ghostly disasters in Han Shui City had been caused by this Fellow Daoist Meng, who had been capturing ghosts from various places and dumping them in the city. But what was their purpose?

Fellow Daoist Meng paid no more attention to the Drowning Ghost, as a mere Nascent Soul Stage ghost was beneath his notice. “I’ll kill these people for you and stage the scene to make it look like they perished along with the Drowning Ghost. That way, you can continue hiding within the Corpse-Driving Sect. In return, you’ll tell me the location of one of your treasure troves.”

Huang Ming gritted his teeth but could only agree, knowing he was being exploited. “Fine!”

“Ha, thanks in advance for your generous gift, Huang!” Fellow Daoist Meng laughed, having secured what he wanted. He then looked at Lu Yang and the others as though they were already dead.

“You brats, I’m feeling kind today, so I’ll let you choose how you want to die. Would you prefer to be skinned alive, turned into human pellets, or have a hundred ghosts tear through your bodies?”

Cold sweat poured down Lu Yang and his companions’ backs, especially Zhao Po, who had never encountered such a situation before.

“And how would you like to die?”

A sudden voice shattered the tense silence.

“Who’s there?” Fellow Daoist Meng was startled, having failed to notice when the newcomer had arrived!

Boom—

Fellow Daoist Meng was struck by the Five Colored Light Wheel, sent crashing to the ground, coughing up blood as fear flickered in his eyes.

With just that one strike, he had realized the vast difference in strength between him and his opponent.

The newcomer wore simple green robes, his hands clasped behind his back, speaking in a calm, indifferent tone. The Five Colored Light Wheel hovered behind him like a divine aura.

“Five Elements Sect’s Sect Leader, Qiu Jin’an.”

(End of the chapter)