Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 872: Great Yu’s Imperial Preceptor’s Dao Fruit

“But do you truly believe you have me in your pocket?!”

Although Guan Shanhai had been schemed against, he showed no panic. I’m simply unwilling to fight, not incapable of it! Moreover, Meng Junzi still doesn’t know what my Dao Fruit is.

However, Meng Junzi’s next words made his heart skip a beat.

“If I am not mistaken, Fellow Daoist Guan, the function of your Dao Fruit is ‘assimilation,’ capable of completely transforming one person into another. Otherwise, you could not possibly restore Great Yu.”

Long ago, Meng Junzi and Jiang Ping’an had noticed Guan Shanhai’s existence and his desire to restore the Great Yu Dynasty.

Guan Shanhai’s Dao Fruit wasn’t recorded in any historical texts. Restoring Great Yu wasn’t as simple as eliminating the Jiang Family and replacing them. After a hundred years of evolution, Great Xia was a completely different dynasty from Great Yu.

Both suspected that Guan Shanhai’s Dao Fruit could facilitate the restoration of Great Yu, and they had formed many conjectures about it. Having witnessed Guan Shanhai transform a corpse into the Second Imperial Preceptor earlier, Meng Junzi finally confirmed his hypothesis.

In fact, Meng Junzi’s guess slightly deviated from the truth. Guan Shanhai had named his Dao Fruit the “Imprint Dao Fruit.” For instance, he could use a Transcendent Tribulation cultivator’s corpse as a vessel and imprint his memory of the Second Imperial Preceptor onto it.

This wasn’t merely copying memories—even one’s appearance, bodily memories, Incipient Dao Fruit, instinctive reactions, and special physiques could be fully replicated, almost indistinguishable from resurrection!

However, he was unaware of what had transpired after the Second Imperial Preceptor entered the Dao-Seeking Sect. Hence, the imprinted version of the Second Imperial Preceptor lacked the memories of his final moments.

Using a living person as a vessel yielded better results. Imprinting on a corpse produced only a body with memories, whereas imprinting on a living person could completely alter that person’s soul into another’s!

The power of the national fortune was connected to Great Xia’s populace. This was precisely what Guan Shanhai valued.

In his mind, he held the full panorama of the early Great Yu era, the period Great Xia called the “Wu Yao Golden Age.” Every person, event, and object was etched clearly in his memory. The “Wu Yao Golden Age” lasted three hundred thousand years, and he remembered everything.

Leveraging the national fortune, he could imprint the people of the “Wu Yao Golden Age” onto present-day Great Xia, transforming its citizens into people of that era!

For example, he could employ his Imprint Dao Fruit to turn Lu Yang into a genius from the Wu Yao Golden Age. Only then could he call it the restoration of Great Yu.

In reality, he didn’t need the national fortune to transform Great Xia into the Great Yu he envisioned, but that process would be tremendously slow, and Jiang Ping’an would undoubtedly intervene. It was far less efficient than using the national fortune.

However, he hadn’t even begun the preliminary refinement of the national fortune. Since Meng Junzi appeared, he had been on high alert, not daring to divide his attention to the refinement process.

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A figure was anxiously directing an army into the imperial city.

“Hurry, hurry! Everyone, quickly take the positions I’ve assigned! Deploy the great array! If there’s the slightest mistake, be prepared to face military discipline!”

This was the Imperial City Army Guard, stationed in the vicinity of the imperial city. Now that the imperial city was in peril, though they couldn’t influence the outcome of an immortal battle, they could erect a barrier to prevent the city from being swept up in the clash.

The person commanding them was none other than Meng Jingzhou’s third uncle, Meng Poci, the former frontier grand general who had guarded the Demon Confinement Pass, known as a “scholar-general.”

Meng Poci looked up at the two prominent figures in the sky. He clutched the transfer order he had just received and murmured softly, “I was transferred from the Demon Confinement Pass to the imperial city last year—could it have been for today’s battle?”

The Imperial City Guard’s commander wasn’t originally Meng Poci. However, after the Xia Emperor’s feigned death and Guan Shanhai’s appearance, Meng Poci suddenly received an auditory message from Meng Junzi, ordering him to swiftly go to the imperial city’s barracks and take command of the Imperial City Guard. He was even given a transfer order stamped with the imperial jade seal.

Meng Poci was dumbfounded upon seeing Meng Junzi. He hadn’t expected his old ancestor to appear at this time. Setting aside his shock, he rushed to the military camp outside the imperial city.

Great Xia’s army had many veteran generals whose seniority and cultivation surpassed Meng Poci’s. But when it came to defensive arrays, Meng Poci was unrivalled.

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Guan Shanhai hadn’t noticed the commotion below. He didn’t care about the imperial city’s reaction. All this time, his only formidable foe was Meng Junzi.

“Fellow Daoists of the Heavenly Court, how about leaving this matter to me?” Meng Junzi politely addressed Ao Ling’s trio. He also knew they were on the same side.

Ao Ling’s trio couldn’t intervene in an immortal battle, and Ao Ling’s time in her immortal body was nearly up. Staying here would only become a hindrance to Meng Junzi, so the three tactfully withdrew from the battlefield.

“It seems a battle between us is inevitable,” Guan Shanhai said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

At the same time, the Second Imperial Preceptor erased his own karma, vanished into thin air, and suddenly appeared behind Meng Junzi. He raised a dagger forged from immortal stone and fiercely plunged it toward Meng Junzi’s head.

Meng Junzi reached out his hand to seize the Second Imperial Preceptor’s wrist and crushed it. “The Karma Incipient Dao Fruit is indeed tricky to deal with, but that’s for half-immortals. For an immortal, it’s not even worth a glance!”

The Second Imperial Preceptor’s wrist shattered, and the dagger fell along with it. Meng Junzi extended a hand to pick up the spoils. This thing can be considered an immortal treasure and is quite rare.

Boom!

The dagger exploded without warning, spreading poisonous green smoke around Meng Junzi.

This was a venomous mist condensed from the lingering resentment of hundreds of millions of the dead at the end of the Great Qian era. Those poisoned would be plagued by this resentment, leading to their self-destruction and death.

The Second Imperial Preceptor seized this opportunity to flee far away, also leaving the battlefield. He excelled at ambush and curses, but neither was effective against immortals. The true purpose of his earlier ambush was to make the dagger self-detonate.

Meng Junzi heard countless wails around him, blaming Heaven for its injustice and bringing war to the world, and blaming the dynasty for its tyranny and disregarding the people’s lives.

“Stop wailing. You make it sound like these matters were my fault.” Meng Junzi was completely unaffected by the resentful energy. He directly inhaled all the rancorous mist.

No matter how my opponents judge me, I’ve always acted with integrity and have a clear conscience.

After Meng Junzi absorbed the mist, he discovered five figures standing behind Guan Shanhai—General Yu, the Nightmare Supreme Lord, the Myriad Spells Daoist Lord, the Wooden Seal Savant, and the Yu Emperor Wu Yao when he was a half-immortal.

Five half-immortals!

Apart from General Yu, the other four were imprinted with Transcendent Tribulation corpses as vessels. General Yu knew what was happening, but the other four were clueless.

Wu Yao’s expression changed drastically. I remember my teacher and I had dealt with the Nightmare Supreme Lord, and we were about to conquer the final province. Also, Teacher should be a half-immortal.

But here, the Nightmare Supreme Lord is still around, Teacher has already become an immortal, and the massive city below doesn’t belong to any place in my memory.

Connecting this to Teacher’s Imprint Dao Fruit, it isn’t hard to guess that I’m an imprinted person.

“Teacher, what time period is it now? Who are you fighting?!”

Guan Shanhai frowned almost imperceptibly. This is the drawback of imprinted people—they are identical to the real person and not under my control.