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

Chapter 461: Carelessness Leads to Insults, Training in the Ancestral Blood Technique!

Blood Robe talked tough, using the ice eggs to "lure" the prodigies of Ghost Heaven, seeking a battle.

However, when they arrived, Blood Robe's figure was nowhere to be seen.

They searched for a long time but couldn't find him.

"We thought he had some skill, but now that we’ve arrived, he hides and won’t come out?"

These prodigies shouted, yelling across the Flower Moon Mystery Land, hoping to overturn the place to find Blood Robe.

They came with overwhelming force, but huddled together in groups of three to five, afraid to spread out.

They feared Blood Robe was lurking in the shadows, waiting for someone to be isolated so he could ambush them.

So, as they cursed Blood Robe, they stayed cautious, hoping to force him to appear.

"And this is supposed to be the second prodigy of Black Abyss? Compared to Black Sword, you’re far behind."

Unfortunately, their insults never reached Qi Yuan's ears.

With Absolute Adaptation, he was in a deep sleep.

The insults, reaching his ears, were automatically filtered out as "negative comments" by Absolute Adaptation, deleting them.

So, he was completely unaware that anyone had been cursing him.

Of course, once he woke up and carefully sensed things, he’d be able to know someone had insulted him.

Mo Zhong stood at the front, displeased. "When did these guys get so... polite?"

He was unhappy with his fellow Ghost Heaven companions.

Their insults toward Blood Robe were way too mild.

Saying things like "coward" and "afraid to die" lacked any real bite.

But Mo Zhong understood—it was because these prodigies were being cautious. No one wanted to be the first to die.

After all, Blood Robe had already killed Mona.

If he was hiding in the dark, and someone insulted him too viciously, they could be the first to die in an ambush.

So, while they insulted him, they didn’t go too far.

This left Mo Zhong frustrated.

"Fang Xue, you curse Blood Robe. Be bold, steady. I'll stand by your side and guard you," Mo Zhong suggested.

These prodigies still had their pride.

Even when cursing, they wouldn’t go overboard.

At most, they’d use cutting remarks, sharp enough to get under someone’s skin, but still refined.

"Alright." Fang Xue, holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, looked calm as he scanned the surroundings. Finally, he faced southwest and shouted with a voice like thunder.

"Blood Robe, f*** your mother!"

The shout echoed, reverberating through the land.

All the prodigies in the Flower Moon Mystery Land heard the curse, and their gazes instantly turned to Fang Xue.

This guy… really dared to curse!

Even Mo Zhong hadn’t expected Fang Xue to be so straightforward.

After all, they were cultivators. While killing might be second nature to them, when it came to cursing, they still maintained a veneer of dignity.

Cursing like Fang Xue was rare among them.

Cough "No worries, I’m guarding you. Let’s see if Blood Robe can endure this!" Mo Zhong waved his golden sleeves, standing tall like a giant beside Fang Xue.

Meanwhile, inside the formation…

The previously drowsy Qi Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.

"What the hell? I take a nap, and now someone’s cursing my mom?"

"Wait a minute, I don’t even have a mom!"

"You don’t hit people in the face, and you don’t curse their mom. This is too much!"

Qi Yuan was furious.

It had been a long time since he had felt this angry.

Normally, he was quite polite.

If someone insulted him alone, he would generously reciprocate by insulting their entire family.

Wasn’t that considerate enough? Generous enough? Kind enough?

Yet, here he was—kindness taken for weakness, allowing people to walk all over him.

"Looks like I can’t afford to sleep in anymore..."

Without any hesitation, the lazy aura around Qi Yuan dissipated.

"The Grand Plan and the Grand Small Plan—let’s execute both simultaneously!"

On the other side, after Fang Xue cursed, about a dozen prodigies gathered around him, standing guard.

From afar, other prodigies watched closely.

They kept their vigilance, scanning the surroundings.

"This Blood Robe really is a coward. He’s been cursed like this and still won’t show himself!"

"Hmph, with so many of us guarding Fang Xue, if he shows up, it’s just suicide!"

"Even Upper Sovereigns in their youth wouldn’t be able to defeat us!" one prodigy boasted proudly.

In their minds, Upper Sovereigns might be stronger now and have traveled further down the path, but when they were young, they might not have been better than them.

"This Blood Robe does have self-control. He’s a tough one," Mo Zhong said seriously.

Only those with true patience could achieve great things.

True prodigies were those who remained composed even as the mountains collapsed around them.

However, just as he finished speaking, a sword light, sharp beyond compare, appeared suddenly—a radiance so piercing it seemed to stab straight into the soul.

"Hey, shrimp head, don't you have a mother?"

"Or was your mother just a biological one?"

"Can’t you show a little respect?"

The three lines came out even faster than the sword light.

Every prodigy who saw this was visibly moved.

"Blood Robe has appeared!"

"What a powerful strike!"

"Attack!"

Without any hesitation, over thirty prodigies charged at Blood Robe with fury.

"Where do you think you’re going, Blood Robe?"

"Leave the eggs behind!"

Countless magical techniques and immortal arts exploded around them, covering the area like a vast storm.

The sound of the Great Dao echoed, and immortal flames rained down.

All of these attacks coming at once would’ve sent Mo Zhong running.

But Qi Yuan stood motionless.

"These pseudo-gods dare to act so arrogantly?"

They couldn’t even create a universe, yet they dared call themselves Yin Gods?

Qi Yuan could only laugh.

Without hesitation, his powerful sword light suddenly accelerated.

From the nine heavens, a single cold gleam pierced through the clouds, and all evil scattered in retreat.

"Kill!"

Qi Yuan said softly.

With his strength, killing someone like Fang Xue didn’t even require using his Supreme Truth.

A simple sword thrust was enough to overwhelm these prodigies—they couldn’t understand it, much less block it.

In one swift motion, his powerful sword passed through the crowd of prodigies, straight into Fang Xue’s throat.

Mo Zhong’s face turned pale, immediately ramping up his defenses to the highest degree.

The other prodigies were equally shocked, unable to comprehend how Blood Robe had done it.

Fang Xue’s aura faded quickly, dead beyond recovery.

All the prodigies attacking Qi Yuan froze for a moment, staring at him in horror.

At the same time, they felt a sense of relief. Thankfully, none of them had cursed as harshly as Fang Xue.

Then, the figure in the blood-red robe spoke in a bright, cheerful voice.

"With every ten steps, I take a life, leaving none alive for miles."

"Gentlemen, I’ve got your eggs right here. If you want them… come find me."

As soon as Qi Yuan finished speaking, his figure vanished.

The prodigies stood stunned for a moment before frantically chasing after him.

"Hurry, he’s on his last legs!"

"Stop, thief!"

These cultivators were no different from gamers on Blue Planet, only missing the phrase "he’s low health" from their lips.

When Qi Yuan had shown his power earlier, they hesitated in fear.

But as soon as he disappeared, they pursued him more urgently than anyone.

After all, if Blood Robe were truly invincible, he wouldn’t have run.

Having killed Fang Xue, they believed Blood Robe must be seriously injured.

Thus began a sweaty, exhilarating chase, with Qi Yuan leisurely leading the way while pretending to be desperate.

"A whole group ganging up on me—where’s the honor in that?"

"If you’ve got the guts, face me one-on-one!"

"Hey, I’m running out of energy. How about letting me recharge before we continue?"

Qi Yuan ran ahead, while behind him, over thirty prodigies and hundreds of Grand Sovereigns gave chase.

"Leave the eggs behind!"

In the Flower Moon Mystery Land, a grand chase unfolded.

Qi Yuan treated it like a game.

Otherwise, he could have easily killed all these prodigies.

But he didn’t—because the Grand Small Plan was paving the way for the Grand Plan.

His true targets had never been these prodigies; they were… the Yang Gods!

Outside the Flower Moon Mystery Land, Purple Fate Feng stood, his eyes fixed on the scene below.

"It’s been a long time, but now the smell of blood is in the air. Blood Robe has finally made his move."

Although he didn’t know exactly what had transpired inside, he could sense it through the aura.

There had been no bloodshed for a long time, only faint sounds of activity.

This meant Blood Robe had been biding his time.

It was understandable. Purple Fate Feng didn’t think Blood Robe could take on dozens of prodigies head-on.

Waiting in ambush and striking suddenly was the smart move.

Now, with the scent of blood and the surge of spiritual energy, it was clear that Blood Robe had acted—killing one and retreating.

"I wonder how long this battle will last," Purple Fate Feng mused.

At the same time, he cast his gaze far off into the distance.

There, a Yang God from Ghost Heaven lay in wait.

The two kept a safe distance, neither making a move.

Yang Gods getting involved would escalate the situation, and Purple Fate Feng wasn’t worried about any Supreme Truth Yang Gods attacking him.

When that happened, the Yang Gods from Ghost Pass would naturally step in to help.

Just then, a transmission came in, and Purple Fate Feng’s face lit up with joy.

"Ice Sword has emerged from seclusion?"

"The modified version of the Ancestral Blood Technique has appeared?"

"And it came from… Blood Robe?"

Holding the revised Ancestral Blood Technique in his hand, Purple Fate Feng examined it carefully.

The more he read, the more amazed he became at its intricacies.

"This Blood Robe is truly a genius. No wonder the Purple Fate Ancestor values him so highly. If I had started cultivating this Ancestral Blood Technique earlier, I’d probably be at the eleventh level by now!"

"This… is magnificent!"

"The only downside is that, besides regular cultivation, it requires… a divine molt."

It was easy to tell whether the Ancestral Blood Technique had any issues. All you had to do was see if your bloodline resisted it.

With no resistance, it was clear that this Ancestral Blood Technique was perfectly legitimate.

The modified version of the Ancestral Blood Technique increased both the power and the speed of cultivation by nearly double.

How could he not be tempted?

"I’ve got nothing better to do now… so why not give it a try?"

"Besides, with so many divine molts around, who’s going to care if I molt once?" Purple Fate Feng pondered.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and his expression shifted.

"Could it be… that the Purple Fate Ancestor already knew Blood Robe had this Ancestral Blood Technique?"

Purple Fate Feng suddenly felt he had uncovered the truth of the matter.

"Could it be… the ancestor has already… undergone the divine molt?"

His eyes sparkled with excitement.

If the ancestor could molt, why not him?

At the same time, within the Purple Fate Heaven, the Purple Fate Ancestor looked at the technique in his hand, his expression shifting constantly.

"That brat… had such an incredible technique and didn’t give it to me sooner!"

He felt a bit disgruntled.

Blood Robe had kept it hidden from him!

He had only learned about this benefit from others.

When people asked him if he knew about it, he had to act like he’d known all along and had already started cultivating it.

At the time, one Yang God Heavenly Sovereign had given him a strange look, leaving the Purple Fate Ancestor puzzled.

Now, with the complete technique in hand, he finally understood why.

"Sigh, with Lynia’s Transformation approaching, I must increase my strength. Otherwise… it’ll be hard to protect Blood Robe as he grows."

"Molting an egg… isn’t such a big deal."

After some hesitation, the Purple Fate Ancestor also began cultivating the revised Ancestral Blood Technique.

Ordinary cultivation was now too risky for him, as it would trigger the descent of the Root Demon Calamity.

But the modified Ancestral Blood Technique not only boosted cultivation but also strengthened the bloodline.

Strengthening the bloodline wouldn’t trigger the Root Demon Calamity.

"It’s a shame… If I were an Upper Sovereign, how would Ghost Heaven dare to attack Blood Robe?"

"If I had reached that level, I wouldn’t have had to rely on that old man. I would’ve stormed Ghost Heaven myself!"

The Purple Fate Ancestor sighed, beginning his "humiliating" cultivation.

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