Cultivation: From Poor Peasant to Celestial Lord

’Damn it! Is this kid’s Spiritual Power endless?!’

Chem Wangming cursed inwardly as he spurred on his Streamlight Shuttle. So many of them had taken turns attacking, and the drain on their Spiritual Power was significant, yet the figure ahead was still full of life, his aura barely even ruffled.

During the stalemate, several more whooshing sounds echoed from the distant mountain path.

Small teams in twos and threes, as well as powerful lone cultivators, arrived one after another at the mountain-peak platform.

’It seems the Demon Beasts at the foot of the mountain have mostly been cleared out.’

Chu Bai caught sight of the new faces out of the corner of his eye, and the situation became clear to him. A great deal of time had passed. This Spirit Realm was like a constantly shrinking arena, and everyone would eventually be forced to this mountain peak, where resources were most abundant.

’Hm? Is that Chu Bai?’

’He’s being besieged? What an opportunity!’

Seeing the scene, the few new groups of people each had their own ideas. Some wanted to take advantage of the chaos and pick up some easy spoils, while others set their sights on the Demon Beasts that had just respawned nearby.

BOOM! BOOM!

In an instant, several more battles erupted. Cries of war shook the heavens, and the entire mountaintop descended into a chaotic free-for-all.

Meanwhile, Chem Wangming’s pursuit had reached a fever pitch.

"Ignore the others! Take this poacher out first!"

Chem Wangming roared, no longer holding back. The light from the Streamlight Shuttle in his hand flared brilliantly as he joined forces with several cultivators behind him to unleash a large, wide-area joint Magic Technique.

"Ice and Fire Continuous Explosion!"

A massive ball of ice and a Fireball collided mid-air, and the resulting shockwave instantly engulfed the area where Chu Bai stood.

The Guardian Shield Chu Bai raised trembled violently under the ferocious impact of energy. It held for barely a second before shattering completely.

There was no escape!

The remaining torrent of magic slammed viciously into Chu Bai’s back.

’A direct hit!’

A flash of elation crossed Chem Wangming’s eyes. A joint attack of such power would have grievously wounded even a Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation Demon Beast that took it head-on. No matter how strong Chu Bai was, he was ultimately still made of flesh and blood...

In the next instant, however, the smile froze on his face.

As the dust settled, Chu Bai was seen only staggering slightly. Though the clothes on his back were completely shredded, revealing his powerful, lean muscles, his skin underneath bore only a few shallow red marks and scrapes!

The terrifying damage from the Magic Techniques seemed to have been forcibly weakened by seventy percent by an invisible layer of red light the moment it touched his body!

"This... How is this possible?!"

Chem Wangming’s eyes widened as if he’d seen a ghost. "What kind of physique is that? Not even a Body Cultivator could be this tough!"

"Protective Evil Qi..."

A sharp-eyed student nearby said, his voice trembling, "Just how many Demon Beasts has he killed? This Evil Qi is so dense, it’s like he’s wearing a suit of armor!"

"It’s rude not to return the favor."

While everyone stood in stunned silence, Chu Bai suddenly turned around, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

’Since you can’t hurt me, it’s my turn.’

WHOOSH!

A crystal-clear Spirit Water Needle, faintly glinting with golden light, shot from his hand.

The needle wasn’t aimed at Chem Wangming, the greatest threat. Instead, it shot into the crowd like a slippery fish.

"Watch out!"

An Earth Cultivator at the front reacted with incredible speed, instantly raising an Earth Shield.

However, just as it was about to strike the Earth Shield, the Spirit Water Needle bizarrely carved an arc through the air. As if it had a mind of its own, it bypassed the heavily defended front rank and shot straight toward a Wood Cultivator at the side, who was in the middle of forming hand seals for a technique.

PFFT!

The Wood Cultivator was completely focused on controlling his vines; how could he possibly have anticipated such a move?

His Protective Spiritual Light was instantly pierced, and the Spirit Water Needle struck him squarely in the chest.

Though the blow wasn’t fatal, the burst of Geng Metal Qi instantly threw his Spiritual Power into disarray, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

VMMMM—

A white teleportation light flared.

The Wood Cultivator was eliminated, a dazed look on his face.

The battlefield fell dead silent.

"That..."

Chem Wangming stood frozen, watching the white light fade. A chill shot up from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.

’To withstand a joint attack from over a dozen people unscathed, then turn around and eliminate one of them with a single, precise strike...’

’Is he even a cultivator of the same stage?’

’This isn’t a person... he’s a humanoid Fierce Beast in human skin!’

"Don’t panic! No matter how strong he is, he’s still in the Qi Cultivation Stage!"

Chem Wangming suppressed the terror in his heart and roared to steady his troops’ morale. "That aura of Evil Qi around him is terrifying, but it’s just an external power. I refuse to believe his Spiritual Power is endless!"

"A few more rounds! We’ll wear him down if it’s the last thing we do!"

Hearing this, although their hearts were still pounding with fear, they could only grit their teeth and continue the pursuit. They were in too deep to back out now. If they scattered, all their previous losses would have been for nothing.

And so, the chase resumed.

During this time, the battles in other parts of the mountaintop also began to conclude. With two piercing bestial roars, two more Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation Demon Beasts fell to the combined attacks of other teams.

Judging by the time, the people arriving at the peak now were likely the last group of survivors from the second round.

Just as Chu Bai led his tail of pursuers around a field of boulders, the scene up ahead made everyone pause in surprise.

There, in a clearing not far away, Ji Li, clad in white, weaved through a group of cultivators like a butterfly flitting among flowers.

It was an elite team of about seven, yet at this moment, they were being utterly overwhelmed by Ji Li alone!

Ji Li’s expression was aloof. The Power of Primordial Magnetism surged with his every move, and each strike seemed to land with immense weight. Even fighting one against seven, he showed no sign of faltering; in fact, he faintly held the upper hand.