Cultivation: From Poor Peasant to Celestial Lord

Chapter 122: Chapter 93: Upper Grade Dharma Artifact, Instantly Refined

’Walking on air... This is simply astounding! Could it be he was holding back during the daily assessments? Is this his real trump card?’

Lü Qing’s heart was filled with bitterness. He had only known that Primordial Magnetic Spiritual Power was strange and tricky, but he never imagined it could be used in such a miraculous way. How was this a competition among peers? This was clearly a Dimensional Strike!

However, before they could give it another thought, a heart-stopping wave of Spiritual Pressure suddenly pressed down from above.

"Since you’ve decided to act, you can leave something behind before you go."

Ji Li muttered coolly from midair, casually pressing down with one hand.

HUM!

A dull hum resonated through the air.

In that instant, Lü Qing felt as if his legs had been filled with molten lead as an invisible magnetic field of immense gravity enveloped him. His once-nimble Body Technique failed completely. Each step became a monumental effort, and even his bones creaked under the strain.

Wu Jianfei, who was beside him, fared no better. The sturdy man’s ruddy face turned a deep, purplish red. He gritted his teeth, forcing his legs to move as veins bulged on his forehead, but his speed still slowed to a crawl, as though he were wading through a swamp.

Primordial Magnetic Reprint!

At some point, Ji Li had cast the Spell. The two were caught, unable to take another step.

In a single exchange, two powerhouses who had been strong contenders for second and third place were completely taken out of the running.

Meanwhile, Ji Li continued to walk on air, passing over the heads of the others as if on a leisurely stroll. In an instant, he had pulled ahead by several dozen yards.

His white robes whipped about in the wind, making him look like an Exiled Immortal descending upon the mortal realm.

Just as he was about to reach the Dharma Artifact area, he suddenly stopped. Hovering in place, he turned to look back at his peers, who were still struggling desperately. He grinned, flashing a set of chillingly white teeth.

"Everyone, I shall begin the refinement process now. If anyone else wishes to stop me, by all means, give it a try!"

With that, Ji Li didn’t even bother sparing them another glance. He turned, faced the depths of the Dharma Artifact forest in the distance, and called out:

"Come!"

HUM!

In the furthest depths of the wasteland, a silver longsword embedded in a massive boulder began to tremble violently, as if answering a summons. The entire blade radiated a biting, cold light.

The next moment, the longsword freed itself from the stone and shot into the air, transforming into a silver streak of light that flew backward. In a flash, it was in Ji Li’s hand.

The refinement began!

The entire field fell deathly silent.

In that moment, everyone’s pupils contracted violently.

"This... How is this possible?"

"He’s clearly still hundreds of yards away from the Dharma Artifacts, yet he can retrieve one from a distance?!"

"A lead like that isn’t just a small advantage! He’s completely upended the entire competition!"

Despair and frustration filled everyone’s hearts. According to the rules, they all had to run to a Dharma Artifact and commune with it, yet Ji Li had simply snatched one into his hand. The gap in their abilities was wide enough to cause despair.

And yet, no one dared to step forward and stop him. Not a single person even dared to cast a spell to interfere.

After all, Lü Qing and Wu Jianfei, who had just made their move, were a bloody and potent warning.

Their speed had been so drastically reduced that the two had fallen from the lead group to the middle of the pack, and they were still being overtaken by others. As for this round, they were utterly finished.

Unlike Wu Jianfei’s earlier empty threats to "save some Spiritual Power," Ji Li was using decisive, ruthless action to send a clear message to everyone:

’Whoever dares to reach out, I’ll cut off their hand!’

’If they provoked him, he would take out the first person to act, even at the cost of injury to himself. Anyone who tried would probably walk away from this trial empty-handed. Ji Li had a deep foundation; even if he failed this round, he’d have other chances to make a comeback. But them? If they were injured now or exhausted their Spiritual Power, they would be lambs to the slaughter in the next two brutal rounds of Demon Hunting and arena battles, completely unable to compete.’

And so, in an instant, the once-raucous and chaotic procession fell eerily silent.

Everyone wordlessly detoured around the patch of sky Ji Li occupied. They didn’t even dare let their gazes linger for too long, terrified that this God of Slaughter might misinterpret their intentions.

Such was the intimidating power of absolute strength.

One man, dominating the entire field!

With Lü Qing and Wu Jianfei falling behind, the formation of the lead group changed instantly.

As if wind were at his heels, Chu Bai seized the opportunity to surge ahead, solidifying his place in the top ten.

Another dozen or so breaths passed.

A Wind Cultivator at the very front was the first to reach the outer edge of the Dharma Artifact field. He didn’t stop, however. After a mere glance at the Low-Grade and Middle-Grade Dharma Artifacts near his feet, he gritted his teeth and continued to race deeper into the field.

After all, they didn’t possess Ji Li’s heaven-defying ability to retrieve objects from a distance. If they wanted a good prize, they had to rely on their own two legs.

Chu Bai followed close behind, his gaze locked on a crimson ring suspended above a massive boulder eight hundred yards away.

Soon, the other front-runners had all chosen their targets.

One chose a Flying Sword that glinted coldly, while another claimed a large, ancient-looking bell. They each sat down cross-legged and, racing against time, began infusing their chosen artifacts with Spiritual Power to refine them.

With a final flash of movement, Chu Bai took his last stride and snatched the Fire Element Ring, which radiated a scorching heat, into his hand.

It was searing hot to the touch, like grasping a branding iron.

’I have to gain complete control of its power to advance to the next trial.’

Chu Bai extended his Spiritual Sense into the ring and immediately felt the turbulent circuits of Fire Spiritual Power within. ’I need to hurry...’

He chose not to sit and meditate. Instead, he remained standing, dividing his focus between keeping a vigilant watch on his surroundings and circulating the Fire Element Spirit Power in his body to forcibly purge the Restrictions within the ring.

Just then, the sounds of a fierce struggle erupted not far away.

"Get lost! I saw this Water-Splitting Needle first!"

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