Primordial Cultivator

Chapter 83: Body Cultivator

Elder Pan Cheng twitched his mouth slightly as he was unable to handle Elder Jing’s sharp tongue that was poisonous.

Cough

Elder Pan Cheng coughed slightly to regain his composure as he glanced at Elder Jing before smiling.

“Elder Jing is the same as always and indeed, bad seeds are in every sect, and depending on their quality, some sects may have more than just one.” Elder Pan Cheng said as he walked to the side and stared at the Feather Wind Sect.

His eyesight soon landed on Yang Wei and when he sensed his cultivation realm, Elder Pan Cheng laughed heartily.

“Haha, Elder Jing’s sect seems to be struggling since even a Qi Condensation realm cultivator is sent to this mysterious realm.” Elder Pan Cheng made a wide grin as he couldn’t imagine Elder Jing having this kind of disciple with them.

At the same time, the Purple Scorpion Sect started laughing together and the disciple who had been smacked to the tree by Elder Pan Cheng also started laughing after getting help from his fellow disciples.

“Hahaha, Elder Pan Cheng punished me because I was disrespectful to the senior but a trash Qi Condensation realm dared to be in the same level as us who are nearing the Core Formation realm is hilarious.” The disciples wiped away his blood in his mouth as he sneered at Yang Wei.

Lian Xinyue couldn’t handle their trash talk as she tried to rush forward but Yang Wei held her back.

“What are you doing, Yang Wei? Can’t you see they’re bullying you for your low cultivation base?” Lian Xinyue turned around and glared at Yang Wei.

However, Yang Wei shook his head and smiled. “Why would you get irritated by a dog’s bark?”

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Lian Xinyue was dumbfounded by his response and the disciple who was sneering at Yang Wei heard that. He started having veins popping out of his forehead as he clenched his fist.

“Foul-mouth brat, who let you talk?” The disciple roared at Yang Wei and Elder Pan Cheng merely stood still without any intention of stopping him.

Previously, the disciple didn’t know his manner and roared at Elder Jing so he had to punish him ruthlessly.

‘Elder Jing’s cultivation is too profound where even I have to struggle against her so I’m not willing to fight with you. But your disciple is mere trash so let’s see if you want to cause a fight by defending him.’ Elder Pan Cheng sneered inwardly.

Alas, Elder Jing’s thinking was the same but just not the outcome Elder Pan Cheng has.

‘Yang Wei may be in the Qi Condensation realm but he got a trump card and a sturdy true qi to help him, unlike your disciple whose foundation is clearly shaky.’ Elder Jing smiled inwardly.

The disciple from the Purple Scorpion Sect was in the 8th Foundation Core realm but with Elder Jing’s years of alchemy, she can tell it’s achieved through an alchemy pill.

Thus, Elder Jing didn’t interrupt their farce and watched on the sideline with Elder Pan Cheng.

“Hehe, that brat is going to get thrash by Han Ming.” A disciple in the Tyrant Lion Sect sneered.

“Thrash? More like that brat is going to walk out with a few broken bones if their Elder still watches on the sideline.” Another disciple added as he laughed merrily.

In their eyes, Yang Wei poses no danger at all and they even question if he got here by accident or by mistake from the sect.

Meanwhile, Han Ming was laughing evilly as he wanted to use this opportunity to regain his face since he got smacked by Elder Pan Cheng previously.

“Brat, I, Han Meng is a generous man so if you kowtow to me and apologize then I shall forgive your words.” Han Ming shouted.

“This bastard,” Lian Xinyue cursed aloud as she wanted to attack him already. She couldn’t handle Han Ming being arrogant simply because of his cultivation base being higher than Yang Wei.

“Enough, Lian Xinyue. If I still need your help after this kind of provocation then aren’t you telling the Tyrant Lion Sect that we are weak.” Yang Wei said calmly as he unsheathed his sword.

Afterward, he stepped forward, facing Han Ming directly, and said, “Han Ming right? I have heard rumors about your durable bodies that can deflect all swords so shall we test if the rumors are true?”

Han Ming was dumbstruck before laughing crazily. “Ahahaha, I thought the Feather Wind Sect became muddle-head and gave a slot position to a Qi Condensation realm cultivator by mistake. But it seems like they chose you specifically to… die.”

Han Ming sneered as he ripped his clothes out, revealing his sturdy and tough skin.

His chest was spotless and clean which caused the disciples in the Feather Wind Sect to pale as that means no sword has ever managed to land a proper strike on it.

After all, as cultivators, most of them use swords as weapons and if Han Ming doesn’t even have any sword wounds, it just shows how durable his skin is.

Meanwhile, Han Ming started clenching his fist as he glanced at Yang Wei with a prideful expression, “Since you’re pathetic with that low cultivation base, I shall let you have three moves to show my magnanimous self.”

Yang Wei’s eyes flickered in excitement as he couldn’t wait to fight against a body cultivator.

“If that’s the case then I won’t be polite either.” Yang Wei said as he kicked the ground, accelerating himself faster to Han Ming as he raised his sword in a slicing motion.

Han Ming didn’t even flinch as he stood still for Yang Wei to strike him.

CLANK!

Yang Wei’s sword clashed with Han Ming’s body but it was unable to penetrate his skin even a little bit.

Han Ming smirked as he pushed the sword away with his bare hand, causing Yang Wei to retreat back slightly in caution.

“If that’s the best you can do, then I must say that I’m sorely disappointed.” Han Ming wiped off the place that Yang Wei struck in his body slightly as he sneered.