Steady Mortal Path: Starting from Obtaining the Golden Core Inheritance

"Hmph, what arrogance! We're both late-stage Qi Condensation cultivators. Others may fear you, but I certainly don't!"

The young man on the other side of the ring took a deep breath, his words sounding more like encouragement to himself.

After saying this, the young man's robes fluttered, and a surge of magical power emanated from him, condensing into a defensive protective shield around him.

At the same time, several attack talismans appeared in his hand, which he activated one after another and unleashed upon Lin Changsheng.

"A trivial skill."

Lin Changsheng, disguised as a villain, sneered.

As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of rich blood energy erupted from his body.

He suddenly lunged forward, unleashing several punches imbued with the power of blood and qi, forcefully shattering the spell activated by the first-tier high-grade magic talisman.

'Whoosh! '

The next moment, concealed by the magical light, a small sword beam shot out silently, heading straight for Lin Changsheng's chest!

"You coward, how dare you launch a sneak attack!"

Lin Changsheng's eyes widened, and he quietly activated the Netherworld Spirit Pearl, which he had been nurturing for more than ten years, causing a dark aura to emanate from his hand.

He then reached out with his hand in a claw shape and reached towards the magical artifact!

'Ding! '

When the palm collided with the magical artifact, it unexpectedly produced a clear, metallic sound.

Immediately, the magical sword was firmly grasped in Lin Changsheng's hand.

"Peak first-tier body refinement?!"

The young man opposite him was shocked to see this and began to frantically manipulate his hands, trying to control the magical artifact.

But Lin Changsheng's arm seemed to be made of iron, gripping the magical weapon tightly, and no matter how the sword trembled in his hand, he could not break free.

Before long, under the erosion of that dark aura, the spiritual light on the surface of the small sword artifact quickly dimmed, and the frequency of its trembling gradually decreased.

A few breaths later, it lost all its spirituality, and its surface was covered with a thin layer of rust, resembling scrap iron.

After years of nurturing, the Netherworld Pearl has begun to possess power.

It may be slightly inferior to Foundation Establishment cultivators, but it is a powerful weapon within the Qi Condensation realm.

"Dangdang!"

Lin Changsheng casually tossed the damaged magic artifact at his feet.

"My superior 'Flowing Light Sword'!"

The young man was heartbroken, shocked, and furious when he saw his magical artifact destroyed in an instant.

Just as he was about to reach for the storage bag at his waist again.

At this moment, Lin Changsheng's figure blurred, and the power of his blood and qi erupted. He charged over like a humanoid monster, and his fist, which contained a faint dark aura, kept growing larger in the young man's eyes.

As for the protective layer of magical energy around him, it was eroded by the dark aura attached to Lin Changsheng's fist upon slight contact.

In the end, the young man was sent flying several meters away by Lin Changsheng's punch, crashing onto the adjacent arena, his blood splattering everywhere.

On the next stage, the two people who were about to start their fight were interrupted by this sudden figure.

They all glared angrily at Lin Changsheng.

"If you're not satisfied, you two can come up here together."

Lin Changsheng, disguised as a villain, glanced indifferently at the two people on the next stage, his tone disdainful and his expression arrogant.

Upon hearing this, the two cultivators on the adjacent arena lost their momentum and fell silent.

"Peak first-tier body refinement? I never expected Zhang Meng to have such a level of body refinement!"

"It is said that this villain Zhang Meng was originally a 'Cultivator of Calamity' and is extremely domineering. He offended powerful forces in other places, which is why he fled to this place."

"Hmph, this person has committed a great disaster and fled here, yet he still shows no remorse or restraint. He often bullies and intimidates us low-level cultivators, and many fellow cultivators dare not speak out against him."

"We ordinary cultivators have no need to provoke this person. Let him continue to grow arrogant, and sooner or later someone will deal with him."

The expressions of the people below varied.

Lin Changsheng, however, sat calmly on the arena, closing his eyes to rest.

During his time at 'Firestone Immortal Workshop', Zhang Meng's infamous reputation spread throughout the market, and almost no one dared to provoke him.

It wasn't until sunset that a few self-proclaimed righteous cultivators in the late Qi Condensation stage stepped onto the platform to challenge.

But no one here can stay on stage for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

All of them had their magical artifacts damaged by Lin Changsheng, and were then blasted off the arena by his powerful physical strength, without exception.

In the following two days, a strange scene unfolded between the arena.

On the other arenas, cultivators changed frequently, constantly changing hands.

However, no one dared to step onto either of the two arenas, including Lin Changsheng's.

Lin Changsheng appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, but his divine sense was constantly monitoring the situation.

On another arena not far from him stood an elderly man who looked to be in his seventies, but whose magical power had reached the tenth level of Qi Condensation.

The old man skillfully manipulated two humanoid mechanical puppets.

One puppet engages in close combat, while the other protects the main body while simultaneously launching hidden weapons from a distance. Their coordinated efforts make them virtually unmatched among Qi Condensation cultivators.

But what Lin Changsheng found truly interesting was that this elderly man in his seventies had concealed his cultivation level.

Its true form was actually a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Furthermore, he sensed a subtle fluctuation in this person's face, suggesting that even their appearance was likely fake.

Noticing Lin Changsheng's gaze, the elderly man in his seventies raised his head slightly and looked over, his cloudy eyes carrying a hint of kind smile.

"This person is concealing his cultivation level and blending in with a group of Qi Condensation cultivators; he must have something in mind."

Lin Changsheng withdrew his gaze, knowing that the other party might be having the same idea as him.

Although this person used some kind of secret technique to hide his cultivation level, he still keenly sensed that this person's true cultivation level was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

Unless you encounter a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, they pose little threat to you.

……

Three days later.

The Li Huo Sect selected ten champions from the rogue cultivators of the Huo Shi Xian Fang.

Led by a Foundation Establishment master dressed in a crimson robe, they arrived outside the secret realm of the Li Huo Sect, where the sect's disciples gathered.

This is a natural crevice that exists between a series of mountain ranges.

Over the past six months, Lin Changsheng has secretly come here to investigate on several occasions.

However, since one of the Foundation Establishment cultivators was stationed there, he did not force his way in, lest he alert the enemy.

Meanwhile, thirty or forty disciples of the Li Huo Sect had already been waiting outside the secret realm for some time.

These are the people who entered the secret realm with Lin Changsheng and other independent cultivators.

Lin Changsheng noticed that, unlike these rogue cultivators, most of the disciples of the Li Huo Sect had shallow cultivation levels, only at the mid-stage of Qi Condensation.

"With such cultivation, aren't you afraid of encountering danger in the secret realm?"

Looking at those young faces, Lin Changsheng felt a strange sensation.

Before long, the aura of a Foundation Establishment cultivator surged from the crack.

A faint array aura suddenly appeared around the previously empty crack in the mountain.

The next moment, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, also dressed in a crimson robe, appeared from among them.

A frenzied, scorching aura emanated from this person, clearly indicating that they were proficient in fire-attribute techniques.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator's sharp gaze swept over Lin Changsheng and the other rogue cultivators.

A flicker of fire ignited in his dark eyes, like piercing, penetrating gazes.

It seems that this Foundation Establishment cultivator has mastered some kind of detection technique and is currently investigating and identifying the ten rogue cultivators.