Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 491: The usage of Regeneration Elixir

"Can a sword spirit become a soul?"

"Ordinary sword spirits can't, but the Supreme of the Sword Tower is different. He's a half-immortal, and his sword spirit has been tempered by countless battles and infused with immortal blood, giving it a unique spiritual essence."

"Look at that Kylin Immortal Herb in the medicine garden. It gained intelligence and became a spirit after being soaked in the blood of the Kylin Immortal."

As the power of one man and one ghost rose, reaching the position of acting sect master, they learned some secrets.

For example, the Supreme of the Sword Tower.

The title of Supreme is reserved for half-immortal level experts. An Immortal Fairy can be called an Immortal Supreme.

No one knows what kind of embryonic form of the Dao fruit the Supreme of the Sword Tower possessed. The only thing known is that he tried to perfect it and become an immortal, but failed, ending in ashes.

No one was fit to inherit his legacy, and the Sword Tower fell from grace, becoming a first-rank sect.

If Ming Tai was the sword spirit of the Supreme of the Sword Tower, it would make sense for him to inherit the Supreme's legacy.

"You should know, the higher a cultivator's level, the harder it is to have offspring. It's even more difficult for half-immortals who become Dao companions."

Lu Yang nodded. He knew this. Most of the current princes and princesses were born when the Emperor of Xia was young. It wasn't that the Emperor was now old and weak, but that his cultivation level was too high, making it difficult to have children.

Of course, it could also be that he really couldn't have any more children.

"Some half-immortal Dao companions mix their blood. If they're lucky, the blood can give birth to something like a sword spirit. Over time, it gains intelligence and becomes a soul, essentially their child."

"That's why high-level cultivators have to be extra careful in battle, to avoid shedding blood."

"Why?"

"Think about it. Two half-immortals fight fiercely, neither winning. They decide to continue the fight the next day."

"The next day comes, and goodness, their blood has gained intelligence, and they have a child. What do you think they should do?"

Lu Yang: "..."

It made so much sense.

"In ancient times, half-immortals fought with restraint. They avoided shedding blood. Even if they did, they cleaned up the blood afterward to avoid any complications."

"And this method of having offspring is controversial. For example, the Kylin Immortal's family firmly rejects it."

...

In the arena, both sides stood ready for battle.

"Seek Tao Sect, Li Haoran."

"The Corpse Driving Sect, Zhao Po."

They cupped their fists in greeting, following proper etiquette.

"Senior Brother Li, please." Zhao Po's expression was serious. His opponent was a senior from the Seek Tao Sect, and he couldn't afford to be careless.

He had witnessed Lu Yang's strength.

And the longevity master Wei Nanfei.

But he was no longer the same. After guidance from his sect master, his strength had skyrocketed, and his zombie had undergone a transformation.

"Junior Brother Zhao, please."

Zhao Po didn't hesitate. He and his zombie attacked together.

The zombie, with its steel-like body, was unafraid of pain. It charged at Li Haoran like a moving mountain. Li Haoran clapped his hands, sending the zombie flying, but his arms were left numb.

Before Li Haoran could recover, Zhao Po wielded a coin sword. Large coins lit up, emitting a golden aura like sword energy or flames, with astonishing power.

"Slash!"

The golden aura condensed into sword energy, piercing the air with a thunderous sound, as brilliant as starlight.

Li Haoran faced the coin sword head-on with a palm strike.

At the moment his palm met the golden sword energy, an unexpected change occurred.

A thin membrane, composed of countless irregular fragments, separated his palm from the golden sword energy. It was thin but hard to penetrate, blocking the attack.

"Refining space?" Luo Hongxia recognized Li Haoran's refining technique.

A skilled forge master could refine space for their use, making it part of their weapon. But this was not a technique an early Golden Elixir stage cultivator could master!

The Fifth Elder watched Li Haoran with a satisfied smile.

Li Haoran hadn't been cultivating for advancement recently but had been comprehending this refining technique.

Zhao Po, inexperienced with such techniques, was momentarily flustered. Li Haoran wouldn't give him a chance to recover.

He broke through the space membrane, flicking his fingers lightly on the coin sword, each flick diminishing its power. After three flicks, the sword's energy dimmed.

Zhao Po's pupils constricted. He couldn't activate the coin sword anymore.

"This coin sword is new, isn't it, Junior Brother Zhao? You haven't fully refined it yet. Next time, use a weapon that's truly yours." Li Haoran said leisurely, severing the connection between Zhao Po and the coin sword.

This was also a common technique for forge masters.

Zhao Po gritted his teeth. He had no choice but to take a risky approach.

He bit his wrist, letting the blood flow onto the zombie. The zombie's pores opened, absorbing the blood.

Blood flowed under the zombie's pale skin, making it seem alive.

"Attack together!"

The zombie charged like an elephant, Zhao Po soared like an eagle.

Normally, two people fighting one would struggle to coordinate perfectly due to inexperience.

But Zhao Po and his zombie were different. They were in perfect sync.

The zombie fought like a martial arts master, its punches and kicks powerful, like axes and hammers, each strike carrying deadly force, like thunderclaps on the arena.

Zhao Po, in the air, wielded a peachwood sword and talismans, targeting Li Haoran's defensive gaps.

The man and the zombie overwhelmed Li Haoran, putting him at a disadvantage.

Boom!

Zhao Po and the zombie struck Li Haoran's chest simultaneously, sending him flying.

Zhao Po panted heavily. This attack method was draining for both him and the zombie. They needed a swift victory.

"Clap, clap, clap—"

Lonely applause came from below the stage. Both Zhao Po and the audience looked towards the sound in confusion.

The one clapping looked exactly like Li Haoran on the stage.

It was Li Haoran!

How was this possible? Wasn't Li Haoran on the stage?

Only the sect masters and elders of major forces smiled, as if they understood something.

"Junior Brother Zhao, well done. It seems a single clone can't defeat you."

"A clone?" Zhao Po frowned, still not understanding how Li Haoran did it.

Was it a wooden clone like Senior Brother Lu Yang's?

Li Haoran explained slowly, "My Golden Elixir is called the Regeneration Elixir. As the name suggests, it can regenerate limbs, heads, and legs."

"So if I cut my body into pieces, wouldn't I have a complete body?"

Zhao Po's pupils contracted. Was that even possible?

"Then I learned the corpse-driving technique from Senior Brother Man. I use it to control my body. Though its combat power isn't as strong as my main body, it still has about seventy to eighty percent of my strength."

Li Haoran smiled warmly, "Since my clone can't beat you, what will you do if I join the fight?"

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Zhao Po's heart sank. It was tough enough fighting a clone. If Senior Brother Li joined, how could he win?

Other early Golden Elixir stage cultivators were also uneasy. Li Haoran's displayed strength was formidable, and this was just his clone. If he and his clone fought together, who could win?

The skinny referee glanced at Li Haoran below the stage and announced the result.

"According to the rules, once the match begins, if one party is off the stage, they lose."

"Zhao Po wins."

Li Haoran's smile froze on his face.