Chapter 482: How to Use the Rebirth Golden Pill

"Can a sword spirit also become a soul?"

"Ordinary sword spirits certainly cannot, but the Sword Tower Supremacy is different. He is a half-immortal, so his sword spirit must have been killing enemies for a long time, imbued with immortal blood, and thus possesses an immortal aura."

"Look at that Qilin Undying Medicine in the herb garden. Wasn't it soaked in the Qilin Immortal's blood, gaining sentience and becoming a spirit?"

As the human and the ghost ascended in power, reaching the position of acting sect masters, they also learned some secrets.

For instance, the Sword Tower Supremacy.

"Supremacy" is a title only half-immortal-level powerhouses can bear. Immortal beings can be referred to as Immortal Supremacies.

It's unknown what kind of nascent Dao Fruit the Sword Tower Supremacy possessed. The only thing known is that he perfected his nascent Dao Fruit and attempted to become an immortal, but failed, resulting in his complete annihilation.

No one was found worthy to inherit his legacy. The Sword Tower suffered repeated defeats, declining to its current status as a first-grade sect.

If Mingtai is the Sword Tower Supremacy's sword spirit, then it makes sense for him to inherit the Sword Tower Supremacy's legacy.

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

Lu Yang nodded; he knew this. Most of the current princes and princesses were born when Emperor Xia was young. It's not that Emperor Xia is old and frail now, unable to procreate, but rather that his cultivation is too high, making it difficult to bear children.

Of course, it's also possible he genuinely can't procreate anymore.

"Some half-immortal Dao companions would drip blood. When immortal blood mixes, if they're lucky, something akin to a sword spirit can be born from the blood. Over a longer period, it will gain sentience and become a soul, which is effectively the couple's child."

"Therefore, the higher a cultivator's cultivation level, the more careful they must be in battle, avoiding bloodshed."

"Why?"

"Think about it: two half-immortals fight with all their might, spilling their blood and brains, yet no victor is decided. Then they decide to resume the battle tomorrow."

"The next day, lo and behold, their spilled blood has gained sentience, and they have a child. What do you think they should do?"

Lu Yang: "..."

"That makes a lot of sense."

"In ancient times, half-immortal battles were conducted with restraint. They avoided bloodshed whenever possible. Even if blood was shed, they made sure to clean it up after the battle to prevent any complications later, making it unclear whose responsibility it was."

"Furthermore, this method of procreation is controversial. For example, the Qilin Immortal's family firmly refused to use this method."

On the arena, both sides stood ready for battle.

"Dao Seeking Sect, Li Haoran."

"Corpse Driving Sect, Zhao Po."

Both bowed with clasped fists, following proper etiquette.

"Senior Brother Li, please begin," Zhao Po said. His expression was solemn; his opponent was a senior brother from the Dao Seeking Sect, so he couldn't be careless.

He had witnessed Lu Yang's strength firsthand.

And the Life Controlling Master, Wei Nanfei.

However, he was no longer the same as before. After receiving guidance from the sect master, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, and his living corpse had also undergone a transformation.

"Junior Brother Zhao, you first," Li Haoran said.

Zhao Po didn't stand on ceremony. He attacked alongside his living corpse.

The living corpse had bones of steel and iron, fearless of pain. It charged violently towards Li Haoran, like a moving mountain. Li Haoran clapped his hands, and though he sent the living corpse flying, his own arms were left numb from the impact.

Before Li Haoran could recover from the pain, Zhao Po appeared, wielding a copper coin sword. Coin after coin lit up, igniting a soaring golden aura. It resembled sword energy, yet also flames, delivering astonishing attacks.

"Cleave!"

The golden aura condensed into sword energy, piercing through the air with a thunderous roar, dazzling like sparks.

Li Haoran was utterly fearless, meeting the copper coin sword with a palm strike.

The moment his palm met the golden sword energy, a sudden anomaly occurred.

Between his palm and the golden sword energy, there seemed to be a thin membrane. The membrane was composed of countless irregular fragments, light and delicate, yet incredibly difficult to penetrate, blocking the sword energy's attack.

"Refining space?" Luo Hongxia recognized the artifact refining technique Li Haoran was using.

Master artifact refiners can refine space for their own use, making it part of a weapon, but this was definitely not an artifact refining technique that an early Golden Core stage cultivator could master!

The Fifth Elder watched Li Haoran with a smile, highly satisfied.

Li Haoran hadn't been cultivating for promotion lately. Instead, he had been focused on comprehending this artifact refining technique.

Zhao Po was inexperienced and had never seen such an artifact refining technique. He was momentarily flustered. Li Haoran wouldn't give Zhao Po a chance to react.

He shattered the spatial membrane, and lightly flicked the copper coin sword with two fingers. A subtle rhythm was embedded within his movements.

With each flick, the copper coin sword's power diminished. After three consecutive flicks, the sword energy of the copper coin sword had become dim and lusterless.

Zhao Po's pupils contracted; he couldn't activate the copper coin sword anymore.

"Junior Brother Zhao, you must have just acquired this copper coin sword, as it's not fully refined yet. Next time you fight, remember to use a weapon that truly belongs to you," Li Haoran said unhurriedly, temporarily severing the connection between the copper coin sword and Zhao Po.

This was also a common technique used by artifact refiners.

Zhao Po gritted his teeth. Since things had come to this, he had to resort to a risky method.

He bit his wrist and poured the blood onto the living corpse. The living corpse's pores opened, absorbing the blood.

Blood flowed beneath the living corpse's pale skin, making it appear as if it had truly come alive.

"Attack together!"

The living corpse charged like an elephant, while Zhao Po soared into the air like an eagle.

Ordinarily, when two individuals or entities try to coordinate against one opponent, perfect synchronization is difficult to achieve due to a lack of experience between them.

But Zhao Po and his living corpse were different. Their bond was intimate, and their coordination was seamless.

The living corpse was like a martial arts master. Its fists and kicks were powerful and fierce, like a sword cleaving or an axe smashing. Each strike carried a fatal threat, resounding on the arena like bolts of thunder.

Meanwhile, Zhao Po remained in the air, holding a peachwood sword and talismans, targeting the gaps in Li Haoran's defenses.

The human and the corpse overwhelmed Li Haoran, pushing him onto the defensive.

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

Zhao Po panted heavily. This offensive method was extremely taxing for both him and the living corpse, so they had to finish the fight quickly.

Clap, clap, clap...

Isolated applause echoed from below the stage. Both Zhao Po and the spectators below looked towards the sound with confusion.

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

It was Li Haoran!

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

Only the sect masters and elders from major powers smiled, seemingly understanding something.

"Junior Brother Zhao, you fought well," the Li Haoran below the stage said. "It seems a single clone indeed isn't enough to defeat you."

"Clone?" Zhao Po frowned, still not understanding how Li Haoran had managed it.

"Was it a wood clone, like Senior Brother Lu Yang's?"

Li Haoran calmly explained, "My Golden Core is called the Rebirth Golden Core, and as the name suggests, it allows for the regeneration of severed limbs, heads, or legs."

"So if I chop off all my body parts, wouldn't I be able to assemble a complete new body?"

Zhao Po's pupils constricted; there was such a method?!

"Then I sought advice from Senior Brother Man regarding corpse driving techniques. I use corpse driving techniques to control my own corpse. Although its combat power isn't as strong as my main body, it still has about seventy to eighty percent of its strength."

Li Haoran's lips curved into a smile, radiating a gentle charm. "Since my clone alone couldn't defeat you, how will you respond if both I and my clone attack together?"

Zhao Po's heart sank. Fighting just one clone was already so difficult. If Senior Brother Li's main body joined in, how could he possibly win?

Other early Golden Core stage cultivators also grew uneasy. Li Haoran's displayed combat power was clear for all to see and extremely troublesome. And this was just a clone; if the clone and the main body joined forces, who could possibly defeat them?

The gaunt referee glanced at Li Haoran, who was standing below the stage, and announced the match result.

"According to the competition rules, if a contestant is off the stage after the match has begun, they are considered to have lost."

"Zhao Po wins."

Li Haoran's smile froze on his face.