I Have a Cultivation Simulator

Before attempting Core Formation, you made a point to visit the various spirit stone lending factions across major immortal cities, borrowing over a million spirit stones.

Naturally, you did not borrow these spirit stones under the identity of Alchemist Wang.

The main reason was that Alchemist Wang could not have borrowed much anyway.

These lending factions also conducted their own risk assessments.

If they investigated and found that Alchemist Wang was nearing the end of his lifespan, had no descendants, and held no properties to his name, who would dare lend him anything?

Instead, you borrowed the spirit stones under the guise of a Foundation Establishment Perfection rogue cultivator who had lived in seclusion for many years.

While doing so, you conveniently revealed your skills in the Tier Two High-Grade talisman arts.

Seeing your vigorous vitality, the lending factions across the major immortal cities estimated you were still far from your twilight years. Coupled with your status as a Tier Two High-Grade talisman master, they knew you had ample ability to earn spirit stones.

Even though they could not trace your history or find any properties to your name, they were still willing to lend out the spirit stones.

Of course, when you borrowed the spirit stones, you signed Spirit Contracts. Through these Spirit Contracts, the lending factions could roughly lock onto your location.

You looked at the dozen or so Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators charging aggressively toward you.

Although you had changed your appearance and build, you had genuinely signed those Spirit Contracts back then, so it was perfectly normal that they had found you.

"Fellow Daoist, you borrowed two hundred thousand spirit stones from our merchant guild back then. Six years have passed, and with interest, you now owe 1.3 million spirit stones. I wonder..."

The leading Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator planned to try diplomacy before resorting to force.

"I'm not paying! I'm not paying it back!"

You didn't waste breath on nonsense and shot straight into the sky. "I borrowed these spirit stones with my own skills! Why should I pay them back?"

These lending factions were all local tyrants who had driven countless cultivators to ruin. Since you had borrowed from them, you never intended to return a single stone.

You prepared to give these tyrannical factions a taste of the cultivation world's sinister nature.

"After him!"

The leading Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator's expression darkened as he immediately gave chase.

Although you had sold off your valuable dharma artifacts and secret treasures, you rapidly shook them off by relying on your Foundation Establishment Perfection strength and numerous secret arts.

But you did not let your guard down. These lending factions held your Spirit Contracts; even after being shaken off, they could track you down again.

"This is a bit troublesome..."

You sighed inwardly. You hadn't borrowed spirit stones from just one faction back then—there were nearly ten of them.

Several months later.

A streak of escape light flashed across the wilderness.

Behind it, over twenty streaks of light pursued rapidly.

"Borrowing without returning isn't very good behavior, Fellow Daoist." Among the twenty-plus pursuing Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators, a gaunt man's eyes warped subtly.

An invisible divine sense attack crossed the distance in an instant, striking you from afar.

This gaunt man was a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, and his specialty was divine sense attacks. Even a cultivator at Foundation Establishment Perfection would have to tread carefully against him.

Over the past few months, nearly ten spirit stone lending factions had gradually crossed paths and realized they had been played.

Furious, they joined forces to hunt you down.

However, not a single Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator had managed to catch you.

If they had not been able to rely on your signed Spirit Contracts to lock onto your general location, they would have lost your trail long ago.

Left with no other choice, one of the spirit stone lending factions had invited this gaunt man, a unique Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivator.

Divine sense attacks were exceptionally fast. Once you were affected by one and your speed dropped, the horde of Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators would be able to seize the chance to surround you.

At that point, you wouldn't be able to escape even if you tried.

Hum—

The invisible divine sense attack descended upon you.

However, when it landed on you, it was like sinking into a deep abyss.

You had the talent Indomitable Will protecting you, granting you an innate and immense resistance against divine sense and divine soul attacks.

Coupled with the many auxiliary arts you cultivated, your own divine sense was incredibly powerful in its own right.

The gaunt man's divine sense attack could not shake you in the slightest.

"Hmph!"

Tracing the path of the gaunt man's strike, you fired back a divine sense attack of your own.

"Pfft—"

The gaunt man's sea of consciousness violently convulsed, and he plummeted straight out of the sky.

This left the dozens of pursuing Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators pale with shock. They hastily descended to check on his condition.

A moment later, the gaunt man barely managed to gather his wits.

"What a powerful divine sense!"

His face was pale, and a trace of lingering terror flickered in his eyes.

You had shown absolutely no reaction to his divine sense attack, yet a casual counterattack from you had left his sea of consciousness convulsing.

The gap between your strengths was clear at a glance.

"Who exactly are you people hunting?"

The gaunt man demanded, looking at the surrounding Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators, his tone far from calm.

"I don't know either. We only know he should be a rogue cultivator with Tier Two High-Grade talisman arts..." one of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators replied.

"A rogue cultivator? Utterly ridiculous! How could anyone with such a powerful divine sense be a rogue cultivator?"

The gaunt man didn't believe it for a second. It wasn't that he looked down on rogue cultivators, but given a rogue cultivator's means, merely reaching the Foundation Establishment Late Stage was an agonizing struggle. How could one possibly achieve such attainments in divine sense?

"I advise you to drop this hunt right now. Otherwise, with just the likes of you..." The gaunt man didn't finish his sentence. He simply turned and left.

He left the twenty-odd Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators staring at each other in dismay.

These twenty-odd Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators hailed from nearly ten different spirit stone lending factions across the major immortal cities.

"I lent out five hundred thousand spirit stones! I refuse to just swallow this loss!" a chubby Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator gritted out. "I'm going to ask the Patriarch to step in."

"The Patriarch?" The others exchanged looks. The Patriarch this chubby Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator was referring to was a False Core Master.

Among the clouds, a streak of escape light flashed past.

"Finally, a moment of peace." You glanced over your shoulder.

During the past few months of being hunted, you hadn't dismissed the idea of turning around and striking back at those Foundation Establishment Late Stage pursuers.

However, according to your Tier Two divinations, if you actually did so, the initial "omen of minor misfortune" would instantly escalate to an "omen of moderate misfortune."

You deduced that if you were to kill a certain cultivator among your pursuers, it would draw out a False Core Master.

As for why it would be a False Core Master rather than a Golden Core Master? If it were a Golden Core Master, your divination would not have merely shown an "omen of moderate misfortune."

"Still, I won't be able to drag this out for much longer..."

You performed another divination for yourself, only to discover that the hexagram was slowly shifting into an "omen of moderate misfortune."

In other words, after months of fruitless pursuit, those spirit stone lending factions had decided to hire a False Core Master.

"A path to survival... My path to survival lies in the west..."

You turned your gaze toward the west.

For the past few months, you had been constantly divining how to escape the pursuit of these spirit stone lending factions.

However, none of the hexagrams you obtained offered a concrete conclusion.

Under these circumstances, you steeled your resolve and directly sacrificed ten years of your lifespan to forcibly elevate your divination arts.

If the pursuit continued, your fate would not be pretty anyway. You were better off burning your lifespan to elevate your divination arts.

At the cost of ten years of life, you performed a divination that far exceeded your current level.

In the end, you obtained a hexagram indicating that your path to survival lay in the west.

As for exactly what that path to survival was, or where in the west it could be found, there were no specific indications.

The results of this divination were so exceptionally vague that you even questioned whether they were wrong.

But with no other options left, you could only continue rushing westward.

Half a year later.

A massive aura closed in on you from behind.

"Little friend, with your strength, why bother fleeing? Why not come back with me? We can slowly discuss the spirit stones you owe."

A dark-skinned middle-aged man with his hands clasped behind his back spoke up.

This dark-skinned middle-aged man was a False Core Master named Master Tonghai.

You ignored him entirely, continuing your frantic flight toward the west.

Go back with him? If you did that, you would likely spend the last dozen or so years of your lifespan drawing talismans to pay off your debts. In the end, they might even squeeze your corpse dry.

Seeing this, Master Tonghai reached out his right hand, and a massive, net-like dharma artifact came sweeping down to envelop you.

Logically speaking, a Master should use dharma treasures. However, as a False Core Master, Master Tonghai was weaker than a true Core Formation Realm cultivator, making the burden of wielding dharma treasures exceptionally heavy for him.

This net-like dharma artifact was a supreme-grade dharma artifact, which he could wield with effortless mastery.

You shot a glance over your shoulder and extended your right hand, swiftly tracing lines in the empty air. Seven Tier Two High-Grade talismans took shape in an instant. Fueled by your Mountain and Sea dharma power, they blasted violently toward your pursuer.

Blocked by the seven offensive talismans, the net-like dharma artifact stalled for a split second, giving you just enough time to slip past it.

"Void-Drawn Talismans?"

Master Tonghai could not hide his shock. This was an offensive technique that only a peak Tier Two talisman master could ever hope to master, provided they had the necessary cultivation base to support it.

"You truly make me see you in a new light, Fellow Daoist. To be capable of Void-Drawn Talismans... which talisman master are you? Perhaps we even know each other. Why don't you stop..."

Master Tonghai ceased his attacks.

He was worried you might be a talisman master from a major faction.

After all, a rogue cultivator reaching such heights in talisman arts was something Master Tonghai had never even heard of.

You did not respond, simply keeping your head down as you continued rushing west.

Half a month later, Master Tonghai completely lost his patience. Even if you were a talisman master from a major sect, you should not be so insolent when facing a Master.

"Since you refuse to stop, Fellow Daoist, don't blame me for what happens next..."

Master Tonghai's expression turned solemn as he brought out a small, gray flying knife.

The knife exuded a faintly soul-shaking aura. It was a genuine dharma treasure.

Although it was only a low-grade dharma treasure, the explosive aura it unleashed completely transcended the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Go!"

With a thought from Master Tonghai, the gray knife vanished in a flash.

You suddenly halted. As your Mountain and Sea dharma power surged, you reached out and began drawing in the void once more.

This time, however, the positions of the talismans you sketched out faintly interlinked, forming an array formation.

Using the talismans as an array, it violently erupted with a power that shattered your limits, forcefully repelling the gray knife.

"Talisman Array Arts?"

Master Tonghai was flabbergasted. If Void-Drawn Talismans were something a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator might still theoretically achieve...

...then Talisman Array Arts were another matter entirely! It required comprehending both talisman arts and array arts up to the Tier Two level, with at least one reaching the absolute peak of Tier Two, before the two could ever be combined...

A Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator only lived for two hundred-odd years. Reaching the peak of Tier Two in talisman arts was hard enough, but pushing array arts to Tier Two on top of that?

Shatter—

After blocking the gray knife's strike, your face turned slightly pale.

Talisman Array Arts were exactly what you had managed to comprehend over the past few decades.

However, while you had successfully blocked Master Tonghai's strike, the toll on you had been massive. If not for the vast reserves of your Mountain and Sea dharma power, you probably would have plummeted from the sky by now.

Swoosh—

You continued to fly forward.

Master Tonghai pursued you hotly. You deflected his every attack using a myriad of methods. For a time, this False Core Master was actually unable to quickly suppress you.

Above the clouds, your aura rapidly weakened.

Having deployed your Talisman Array Arts multiple times, if not for your immense reserves of Mountain and Sea dharma power and a physical body comparable to the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, you would have collapsed long ago.

Master Tonghai, on the other hand, had merely consumed some dharma power. He was completely unharmed.

"This place is..."

You looked down. Fleeing blindly, you had unknowingly crossed into the Mortal realm.

Specifically, the Mortal Lie Kingdom—very close to where the Zhou Family had once resided.

Ever since Zhou Hai had reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, he had relocated the entire Zhou Family away from this place.

Hum—

The gray knife struck once again.

At this point, you no longer had the strength to deploy another Talisman Array to block it.

"Forget it. I'll just pour every last drop of my remaining lifespan into elevating the Dao of Divination."

The moment you made this decision—

Suddenly!

Dozens of miles away lay a dark, gloomy mountain range.

"Young Master!"

A furious, earth-shaking roar tore through the air.

From the depths of the mountain range, a burly figure came striding out.

The aura radiating from this burly figure was utterly terrifying. Invisible waves of vitality churned around him, shrouding an area of one to two li. Every step he took crossed a kilometer.

In just a handful of breaths, the burly figure arrived right before you.

"An ancient body-cultivator divine ability—Shrinking the Earth to an Inch?!"

Master Tonghai froze, horror gripping his heart.

However, before Master Tonghai could even react, the burly figure raised a fist and smashed it toward him.

Crack...

Layers of spiritual light flared across Master Tonghai's body, accompanied by a ceaseless cacophony of shattering sounds. A split second later, he plummeted into the distance like a shooting star.

His life force completely extinguished.

"Dachun?"

You blinked, staring at this burly figure who looked like a demon god incarnate—a man who had just blown a False Core Master to death with a single punch.

It was none other than Dachun, who had been missing for over a hundred years.

"Are you alright, Young Master?"

Dachun looked at you anxiously. Suddenly raising his right hand, he lightly slashed his own arm. A wound split open, and drops of golden-tinged blood flowed out.

Without another word, Dachun poured the fresh blood directly into your mouth.

As the blood slid down your throat, you felt your entire body enveloped in an incredibly rich surge of vitality.

Within a single breath, every injury on your body was completely healed.

"Young Master."

Seeing this, Dachun rubbed the back of his head and spoke with a simple, honest smile.

You composed yourself, looking at this somewhat unfamiliar version of Dachun standing before you.

After calming your racing heart, you finally asked the question you cared about most—

"Dachun... what exactly is hidden inside Youshan?"

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