With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 387 - 299: Demonic Might Surges, Reunion with Wen Xin
Xiang Wuji’s grand entrance was beyond many people’s expectations.
But now, there’s truly no one who can do anything to Xiang Wuji, they can only treat him with courtesy.
The Changming Cultivation Realm is much stronger than the Danyang Cultivation Realm.
But Xiang Wuji himself is a top demon cultivator in the Danyang Cultivation Realm, his true combat power vaguely exceeds most with Golden Core Perfection.
Without a Nascent Soul Ancestor appearing, no one can easily capture him.
Or it would take several top Peak Masters working together to possibly capture him, but that would create too big a scene.
Furthermore, now the five great cultivation realms of Changming, Celestial Dragon, Wei’e, Danyang, and others have formed an alliance, signing agreements with each other, even if someone wants to turn against them, now is really not the time.
If Xiang Wuji were a Loose Cultivator, even with Golden Core Perfection Cultivation, the Everlasting Sect has dozens of ways to kill him.
But on Xiang Wuji’s waist, there’s a conspicuous black and white Jade Pendant, a token from White Jade Celestial Ink.
Outsiders cannot sense it, but the Peak Masters of the Everlasting Sect can sense a gaze from a Nascent Soul Ancestor deep within the sect sweeping over Xiang Wuji and then withdrawing, symbolizing an untouchable status.
This is also why many Peak Masters see Xiang Wuji being so arrogant and domineering, yet remain unmoved.
However, the Everlasting Sect has its pride, and they can’t just let Xiang Wuji act so arrogantly.
"Hahaha, I’ve heard that Daoist Xiang is unmatched in the Demon Dao, and also remarkable in the Body Dao."
"As Pavilion Master, my hands itch a bit. Since the Daoist is here to challenge, why not have a contest with me?"
A hearty voice, like rolling thunder, resounded through the heavens and earth.
A tall figure, like a bear, strode through the sky, with violent winds swirling around him, faintly carrying a hint of Blood Qi.
This is entirely different from Xiang Wuji’s Blood Dao, it is the purest Blood Qi of a Body Cultivator.
Xiang Wuji was slightly startled, then a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
The one coming was none other than the ’old acquaintance’, the Red Blood Dragon King.
In this lifetime, everything in the Everlasting Sect unfolded unchanged, but Wen Xin had Xiang Wuji’s tips, and under her influence, Wood King Peak intervened, drastically reducing the sect’s losses, earning Wen Xin major merit.
The Red Blood Dragon King directly confronted the Nascent Soul demoness from Great Wei and did not get afflicted with the Blood Curse.
Even the Red Blood Pavilion remained intact, with the Red Blood Dragon King not falling into decline as in the previous life, but instead breaking through and then rising, becoming one of the top Golden Core Perfection powerhouses.
Xiang Wuji looked at the soaring Blood Qi on the opposing side, and the aura akin to a primeval colossal beast, and felt his battle intent surging in his heart.
He knew, this was the Everlasting Sect’s way of testing him, while also attempting to assert dominance over him.
But hasn’t Xiang Wuji been waiting for this opportunity all along?
Only then could he naturally imprint the image of himself being arrogantly unrestrained yet extraordinarily powerful into the minds of the Everlasting Sect cultivators.
That way, they wouldn’t dare to monitor him, and his subsequent actions could play out naturally.
Xiang Wuji’s eyes glimmered with battle intent.
Xiang Wuji has never neglected his Body Dao cultivation.
In past and present lives, Xiang Wuji absorbed a vast amount of Body Refining Technique Profound Techniques, infusing them into his Giant Spirit Ghost Body Refining Technique, completing the Golden Core Chapter according to his understanding; though perhaps not as powerful as the original, it was comparable to the core techniques of some Body Refining Majors.
Additionally, the Wood King Heart, stronger than the previous life, constantly infuses endless Vitality into his body.
The awakening of the Bai Ze Demon Body further propelled Xiang Wuji’s physical cultivation forward.
The Demon Race, known for their physical might, did not exempt even Bai Ze, known as the sage of the Demon Race.
Combined with the enhancement from the Blood Dao, despite not always relying solely on his physical body, Xiang Wuji could wield the power of splitting rivers and moving mountains.
The Red Blood Dragon King.
This senior he once looked up to in his youth now stood before Xiang Wuji in full strength, making Xiang Wuji’s entire being feel as though his blood was boiling.
Battle intent surged.
Xiang Wuji’s aura changed, sweeping away the cold, sinister aura from his cultivation of the Blood Dao and Shadow Dao, replaced by a Supremely Yang and Firm aura.
Without exchanging many words, the two collided violently under the watchful eyes of the crowd, resembling two human-shaped tyrannosaurs battling each other.
As soon as they landed, the ground trembled.
This was still the Everlasting Sect’s mountain gate, reinforced by arrays.
In the boundless Everlasting Sect, stretching for millions of miles, numerous Peak Masters and Pavilion Masters emerged, transforming into Flowing Light toward the mountain gate, many casting curious glances upon receiving word and turning back, while others displayed curious expressions.
"Array! Activate the array!"
"No way, can someone really fight the Dragon King with their physical body?"
"Damn it, that junior brother, where are you going? Get back here, you’ll die."
"To hear the Dao in the morning and die content in the evening; witnessing a clash between peak Body Dao experts has been my lifelong dream."
The disciples of the Everlasting Sect displayed various reactions, some excited, some fearful, and others in a hurry.
The Red Blood Dragon King’s slight probe and Xiang Wuji’s imposing demonstration had transformed into a real battle.
The Red Blood Dragon King’s eyes had turned into golden eyes, his face faintly showing scales, his stature rising to nearly ten feet, exuding the momentum of mountains collapsing with each gesture.
