Golden Core is a Star, and You Call This Cultivation?

The divine proclamation rolled through the air, majestic and captivating, carrying an inexplicable allure.

The villagers of Red Cloud Village, trembling in awe, dared not rise.

The buzzing steel constructs flying in the air shattered their comprehension of the world. Even ordinary Weapon Masters couldn’t command such a spectacle.

The ability to fly alone had already broken the boundaries of their understanding.

Li Xiaodan, overwhelmed by the sight, knelt and prostrated himself.

The Daoist nun, standing tall, her peach-shaped eyes tinged with suspicion, eventually looked at the man in the air and sneered, “What a charade!”

She couldn’t detect any trace of divinity emanating from him.

How could someone without divine aura claim to be a god?

In her mind, this man was a charlatan—skilled, perhaps, but still a fraud.

Chen Kangbao stepped forward and declared, “These are heavenly angels!”

The numerous flying constructs, resembling intelligent beings, hovered and danced through the air.

Most of the villagers didn’t dare to look directly at these "angels," though a few brave ones sneaked cautious glances.

“What kind of technique is this?” the Daoist nun muttered, clearly unconvinced.

Without divine aura, how could this man be a god?

Her skepticism deepened, unable to understand the scene before her.

“Heavenly powers are beyond the grasp of mere mortals!” Chen Kangbao proclaimed, adopting the reverence of a devout follower as he stood by Qi Yuan’s side.

The Daoist nun squinted, her eyes flashing red as she tried to discern the truth about Qi Yuan and Chen Kangbao.

Unfortunately, her skills in perception weren’t advanced, nor did she have any specialized tools for this purpose, leaving her unable to uncover anything unusual.

Seated loftily on his “platform” of mosquito- and bird-like constructs, created through Endless Transformation, Qi Yuan pondered his performance.

“This still isn’t perfect,” he mused. “I should add some entrance music, or maybe a dramatic BGM.”

To increase his “progress bar” in playing the role of a god, Qi Yuan knew he had to fully embody the part, complete with dazzling effects and grand illusions.

Colorful lights, divine music—such theatrics would easily fool this world’s inhabitants.

After all, while this world’s people possessed physical power and mystical abilities, they lacked true divine wonders.

On top of that, the laws of this world were peculiar; even spell scrolls crafted here were little more than useless scraps of paper.

This lack of understanding gave Qi Yuan the perfect opportunity to excel in his role as a “god.”

“The god has a heart of compassion! Unable to bear the suffering of mortals, he has descended to the world in his divine body to suppress the specters!”

“Red Cloud Village has been plagued by specters, its people’s prayers echoing day and night!”

“Today, the god has descended, bringing clarity and peace to the world!”

As the buzzing constructs added a droning backdrop, Chen Kangbao’s loud voice boomed, full of confidence.

Li Xiaodan, face full of awe and fear, knelt lower to the ground, trembling with emotion.

The other villagers, too, felt waves of gratitude fill their hearts.

For days, the specter had terrorized Red Cloud Village, leaving death and darkness in its wake.

Now, a god had descended to save them. How could they not be overjoyed?

“Is the god here to save us?”

“Oh, divine one, we offer our humble prayers!”

Their voices, trembling with reverence, echoed their gratitude.

Yet as Qi Yuan listened more carefully, his superhuman hearing picked up on some rather chaotic inner thoughts.

“Can I make a wish to this god?”

“I want to marry three wives!”

“I hope to get a free visit to the brothel’s top courtesan!”

“I wish my parents good health and lifelong prosperity.”

They’ve made me a wish-granting machine, Qi Yuan thought, feeling somewhat amused.

Though playing the role of a god required fulfilling the prayers of his believers, his role as the Divine Descent avatar limited him to answering the prayers of those with a divine idol. ṚáΝỔΒƐş

Anyone else? Out of luck.

“I didn’t expect my Purple Mansion breakthrough ability to be so useful in this world,” he thought.

When Qi Yuan had reached the Purple Mansion stage, he gained a peculiar ability: any words he spoke could randomly reach the ears of specific people. Additionally, any voices he overheard could produce strange effects when he responded.

For example, back in the Canglan Realm, he had once overheard a shut-in cultivator longing for a loyal and affectionate partner.

When Qi Yuan casually replied, “Granted,” a… peculiar toy suddenly appeared beside the cultivator.

Now, with this ability in a game-like world, its utility was unparalleled.

“You want to slay the specter plaguing Red Cloud Village?” the Daoist nun asked, startled.

While she couldn’t see through Qi Yuan’s theatrics, defeating the specter was no trivial matter.

One misstep could lead to death or even hasten the village’s destruction.

“Specters commit evil deeds, and the prayers of believers have reached the heavens. Thus, the divine has descended to eradicate the specter!” Chen Kangbao continued as Qi Yuan’s self-proclaimed herald.

The Daoist nun approached Qi Yuan, her gaze scrutinizing him.

Nearby, Zhou Hu finally arrived, his expression a mix of doubt and astonishment as he took in the scene.

Having never met Qi Yuan, and with Qi Yuan’s face partially obscured by glowing light, Zhou Hu failed to connect him to the infamous former live-in son-in-law.

“I don’t know what your intentions are,” the Daoist nun said sternly, “but the specter in Red Cloud Village is no ordinary foe.

“It has touched upon the domain of the divine soul. Without a Xuan-Tier Weapon Master, there’s no way to counter it.”

She explained the tiers of power:

• Mortal-tier Weapon Masters were still within human limitations.
• Yellow-tier Masters were considered transcendent.
• Xuan-tier Masters, however, had refined their divine souls, making them nigh invulnerable to specters.

Red Cloud Village’s specter, while technically Yellow-tier, had gained some access to the divine soul realm. Its soul attacks were devastating—ordinary Weapon Masters wouldn’t stand a chance.

Qi Yuan smirked at the warning.

“Defeating a mere specter requires so much deliberation? What a disgrace! A god must act like me—with style!”

The Daoist nun rolled her eyes.

Godly beings might be mysterious and grand, but what kind of “god” brags about their own elegance?

“Divine powers don’t need weapons. The god has his Divine Spear!” Chen Kangbao declared, his voice booming.

Then, he shouted into the heavens:

“Specter of Red Cloud Village! Come forth and meet your end!”

The Daoist nun’s expression darkened instantly.

“Are you insane?!”

Her fears were realized as a faint red mist began rising from the village.

From the ancient well came a haunting wail, interspersed with soft, eerie sobs and labored breathing.

The well overflowed with water as an ethereal figure emerged—a woman with cascading black hair, her pale face twisted into an expression of seductive malice.

Her tattered robes barely clung to her body, revealing whip marks crisscrossing her flesh. Her bloodied back radiated both cruelty and allure.

The Daoist nun shivered at the oppressive aura.

Her thoughts raced. This specter must have been the victim of heinous acts—a life snuffed out in violence, her body discarded in the well.

Meanwhile, Chen Kangbao’s eyes lit up.

“Master, grant me your blessing! I must hold this specter close—tight and proper!”

Qi Yuan ignored Chen Kangbao’s antics, gripping his spear.

“Bold fiend! I can tell at a glance—you’re no human!”

He charged forward, spear in hand, stepping onto his flying constructs for support.

The Daoist nun shouted a warning: “Be careful—her attacks target the soul!”

The specter’s laughter filled the air as the world seemed to twist and warp, her soul attacks plunging all who dared to fight her into an endless nightmare.

But Qi Yuan strode forward, unfazed.

“Is this all?” he taunted, breaking through her illusion.

The specter faltered, confusion flashing in her ghostly eyes.

Her greatest weapon had failed.

“Why is he immune to her attacks?” the Daoist nun whispered, stunned.

From the well came the sound of rushing water, followed by more ghostly figures.

One after another, pale women with flowing black hair and whip-marked bodies climbed out, their hollow eyes burning with hatred.

Eighty-seven in total.

The Daoist nun’s face went pale.

“This isn’t just a specter. This is a breeding ground for evil spirits!”

Qi Yuan’s response? A wide grin.

“What luck—so many white moonlights in one place!”

With a wave of his hand, crimson armor enveloped his body, his figure towering over the battlefield.

“Today, I will show you what it means to be a god!”

Clad in divine crimson armor, Qi Yuan unleashed devastation.

His spear pierced through specter after specter, each strike precise and lethal.

The villagers knelt in awe, chanting their praises:

“Praise the god! Praise the divine!”

Even the Daoist nun was dumbfounded.

“What... kind of power is this?”

After a relentless quarter-hour of combat, only one specter remained.

Qi Yuan approached, his voice cold.

“In your next life, remember to serve as my white moonlight.”

With a single thrust, the final specter fell.

Turning away, Qi Yuan left behind only one last remark:

“Next time, bring all your sisters.”

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