Although golden cores and demon cores have different names, they share one common trait: both are the source of power within a cultivator’s body.
Whether demon cultivators or human cultivators, before forming the core their internal power comes from the demon liquid sea or spiritual liquid sea.
But once the core is formed, eight or nine tenths of the power in the liquid sea is extracted to condense into the core. Upon successful core formation, the golden core replaces the liquid sea as the cultivator’s power source.
Therefore, in Mo Fan’s view, if he could refine golden cores, his cultivation speed would surely surge in a short time!
After all, Black Wind Mountain already had living examples in Bai Tian Tian, Fire Spirit, and the others.
Seeing no one else around except Cang Gu, Mo Fan no longer hesitated. He immediately urged the spiritual power within his body to envelop the two golden cores in his palms, preparing to refine them and absorb their energy.
This action naturally fell into Cang Gu’s eyes not far away, and his expression instantly became strange.
As time passed, the aura emanating from Mo Fan grew increasingly intense, but to his frustration, he was still unable to refine the two golden cores in his hands.
He could clearly sense the vast power contained within the golden cores, yet they were like stubborn stones, impossible to refine, let alone absorb their energy.
“Something’s wrong. Why can’t I absorb them?”
“Which step went wrong?”
Mo Fan frowned and ultimately chose to give up.
Because through his divine sense he had detected cultivators rapidly approaching from afar, he naturally did not want others to know he had two golden cores, otherwise he would immediately become a target for all.
Although Cang Gu knew about this, Mo Fan did not think the other would spread the news.
In a certain sense, he and Cang Gu were the same type of being.
Both were the sort who stayed aloof from matters that did not concern them.
Moreover, with Cang Gu’s cultivation and strength, these two golden cores were not enough to make him envious.
Just as Mo Fan stored the golden cores, he saw a cultivator fly out from the dense forest not far away.
This cultivator was only at Foundation Building stage and not a disciple of any major sect, so he was considered a highly anticipated elite disciple within his sect.
Coming to the Dragon Ruins this time, he carried great expectations. He had planned to enter after the entrance opened, seek some treasures inside, and repay his sect’s nurturing. But then he heard about Jiang Wu’s bounty.
Who was Jiang Wu?
Young Master Thousand Illusions’ fame was renowned in the Divine Domain, and a minor cultivator like him had naturally heard of it.
After learning the bounty details, he immediately felt opportunity had come.
He did not hope to kill or capture the so-called monster.
After all, the other could easily slay core disciples of Tianlu Sacred Ground, meaning their cultivation far exceeded his.
So what this cultivator wanted was simply to locate the monster.
Because the bounty mentioned that as long as the information provided was genuine, he would receive a low-grade magical treasure.
If he could obtain this magical treasure, his status within the sect would surely rise greatly.
Originally, he thought the monster would hide very discreetly and be hard to find.
But the moment he arrived at the island’s centre, he saw the demon cultivator from the bounty, currently meditating calmly with ease.
The cultivator was overjoyed at this and quietly retreated back into the dense forest. With a pat to his storage bag at the waist, a transmission talisman instantly appeared in his hand.
“Hey!”
“Are you planning to send out news about me?”
Suddenly, Mo Fan’s voice rang in his ear, startling the cultivator into a shudder.
Immediately after, he saw the transmission talisman in his hand burst into flames.
Then an invisible giant hand gripped his body.
“Senior, spare my life! Senior, spare my life!!”
The cultivator was scared out of his wits and cried out for mercy.
“I had no intention of harming you, but unfortunately you want my life.
Since that is the case, you die first!”
Mo Fan’s indifferent voice sounded in the cultivator’s ear, then the invisible giant hand suddenly exerted force, and the cultivator instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
After the cultivator died, his storage bag at the waist floated up and shot through the air.
In almost an instant, a storage bag appeared in Mo Fan’s hand, and he withdrew the demon power he had emitted.
He swept the internal space of the storage bag with divine sense and, finding only some minor items of little use, stored the entire bag away.
Although he had no need for the things inside, the little demons of Black Wind Mountain coveted such items.
Following the principle of no waste, Mo Fan decisively became a collector.
Next, Mo Fan did not idle. With a wave of his hand, several piles of mid-grade fire spirit stones appeared beside him.
This scene left Cang Gu opposite him stunned, unsure what the fellow intended.
Showing off wealth?
There seemed no need for that.
Mo Fan was naturally not showing off wealth. He understood that even stronger cultivators would likely come troubling him next, so he wanted to prepare in advance.
And these fire spirit stones were the best material for making fire crystal bombs!
Making fire crystal bombs required his own gentle fire fused with the fire spiritual energy contained in heaven and earth.
At present, Mo Fan did not have much time to slowly absorb the free spiritual energy in heaven and earth, so these mid-grade fire spirit stones became the best source of spiritual energy.
As the immortal method operated, a huge vortex seemed to appear around Mo Fan, frantically absorbing the fire spiritual energy within the surrounding fire spirit stones, covering an area several zhang around him with a massive fire tornado.
The appearance of the fire tornado also prevented Cang Gu from seeing the activity within, causing him to frown slightly.
Although he could directly probe forcefully with divine sense, doing so would surely displease Mo Fan, and the loss would outweigh the gain.
Moreover, since Mo Fan dared to cultivate something in front of him, it meant this was not an important secret to that fellow.
Thinking of this, Cang Gu ultimately abandoned the idea of probing, growing increasingly curious about Mo Fan, this mysterious demon cultivator.
The making of fire crystal bombs lasted a full half day before ending.
During this period, indeed more cultivators arrived.
Because the fire tornado concealed his form, these cultivators could not determine who was cultivating within.
Coupled with the astonishing might of the fire tornado, they understood that the one inside must be a powerhouse proficient in fire methods, and for a time none dared to provoke.
It was not until Mo Fan finished making the fire crystal bombs that the fire tornado concealing his body gradually dissipated.
When his appearance was fully revealed to everyone, all the cultivators’ eyes lit up!
“It’s the fellow bounty hunted by Young Master Thousand Illusions!”
“Who’d have thought he was here, this is a gift delivered to our door!”
“… ”
The cultivators were ecstatic, and many had already begun taking out transmission talismans to send messages, wanting to be the first to send out Mo Fan’s location and claim the bounty reward.
As for Mo Fan’s life or death, they did not care.
Of course, among these cultivators were some with profound strength, who almost instantly chose to attack without any superfluous words.
“Come on!”
“This time, this king will kill until you tremble in fear!”
Feeling the cold gazes around him, killing intent boiled in Mo Fan’s heart!
In almost an instant, he vanished from his spot. When he reappeared, he was already before a Core Formation cultivator.
Immortal method, Earth Walking Battle Armour!
Little Thunder Sound Fist!
Mo Fan threw a punch, thunder roared loudly, and in a moment he blasted this Core Formation cultivator, who had yet to react, into a cloud of blood mist.
“Damn it, how is this fellow so strong!”
“Everyone attack together, kill him first! Then discuss distribution!”
“Good!”
“Agreed!”
Upon feeling the pressure Mo Fan brought, all the cultivators’ faces changed, and they attacked simultaneously, striking to suppress Mo Fan.
However, even before entering Core Formation, Mo Fan’s speed was already not much inferior to the late Core Formation Master Yun Ting. Now, having broken through to Core Formation with the aid of a golden core, his speed far exceeded that of ordinary late Core Formation cultivators!
How could this motley crew compare?
He practically turned into a bolt of lightning, moving through the crowd. Every punch exploded someone.
This pained Mo Fan greatly, after all, these cultivators were cultivation resources to him.
But under the siege of so many cultivators, he dared not use the Heaven Swallowing divine ability to devour, because it required a certain wind-up time, and in this situation that time could be fatal for Mo Fan.
His physical body was very powerful, nearly comparable to magical treasures, but it could not withstand the mad bombardment of numerous magical treasures.
To solve this problem, Mo Fan directly sacrificed the Life and Death Sword, turning solid to gas. Rolling poisonous fog instantly engulfed all the cultivators.
“Ah!”
“Not good, this fog is deadly poison!!”
Almost the instant the poisonous fog appeared, cultivators screamed. Some weaker Foundation Building cultivators directly melted into pools of pus and blood on the spot.
With the breakthrough in Mo Fan’s cultivation, the toxins in his body naturally became even more terrifying. This was the horror of the Myriad Poison Body!
Although the Life and Death Sword had been refined into an artifact, it was the essence of all the toxins in Mo Fan’s body, nurtured within him all along, and had long become part of his body.
Therefore, compared to offensive power, the poison of the Life and Death Sword was the most terrifying!
Listening to the screams and furious shouts in his ears, the corners of Mo Fan’s mouth curved slightly upward, and the killing intent in his eyes reached its peak.
“The real battle has only just begun!”
