Game Lord's Cultivation System

"W-What nonsense are you spouting?" Di Tianluo stuttered when he heard Jiang Ming saying he could fix his broken meridians.

Everyone here knows that once a cultivator's meridians are broken, they are then crippled for life. No medicines or herbs are able to cure a broken meridian in their knowledge.

"Seems like you were just trying to buy some time to escape." Di Tianluo snorted coldly.

Jiang Ming breathed out a defeated sigh as he remained still on the field. Not a single sign showed that he was trying to escape from the scene.

"I'll say… you're an old man already yet your brain hasn't grown an inch. If I say I have the capability of fixing his meridians, then I can." Jiang Ming said coldly.

"Of course, you can believe I'm spouting nonsense right now, so how about we have a bet." He suggested.

"What kind of bet? You're going to die either way." Di Tianluo shrugged, his eyes remained locked on Jiang Ming. He was ready to attack Jiang Ming if he tried to pull something funny.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ming took a few steps forward as he announced loudly, "If I can't cure his broken meridians, then you can take my life right here and now. However, if I cured him, then you must kneel and apologize for your offense at me."

"Hilarious! Me apologizing to a greenhorn brat? Are you joking with me?"

"It's your choice to gamble or not. Either way, I'm not the one at a loss here since you aren't capable of killing me."
"Hmph, we'll see about that then."

"If you make a move on me now, then your nephew can only say goodbye to his cultivation path. So let me ask you again, are you willing to risk it in exchange for your nephew's cultivation back or attempt to kill me?"

Di Tianluo was stunned for a brief moment as he could tell the confidence in his tone. He pondered for a few minutes, debating whether it was worth it to risk his nephew's future.

'This greenhorn brat does have some skills… Even now, I can't tell what moves he used to break my nephew's meridians. Forget it, if he can cure my nephew, then so be it. We have a lot more opportunity to kill him once we get inside the ancient ruin.' He thought.

"Hmph, a bet it is, but remember, the consequences of deceiving the Di Clan is not something you can afford." Di Tianluo threatened one last time before moving back a little, allowing Jiang Ming to walk forward to attempt to cure his nephew.

"Is this fellow cultivator Jing for real? How can he cure a broken meridian?"

"I don't even think Alchemist Ren, who is a 4th rank alchemist could cure Di Qiaowei's injuries. Just how is fellow cultivator Jing going to cure him?"

As the crowd started debating among themselves on whether or not Jiang Ming could fix the broken meridians, Zhao Tong was pondering what to do.

'Such a genius was unable to land a single hit on this Jing person and got crippled in the end. Just what are Jing's background and the master behind him.?' He wondered silently. He was an emperor yet he had zero news of such a powerful expert lurking in his country.

Sometime later, Jiang Ming knelt down on one knee and placed his palm on Di Qiaowei's chest.

"Brat, let me remind you. If you fail to fix my nephew's meridian, then you would receive a fate worse than death." Di Tianluo warned on the side.

"Can you please shut up for a moment? I'm here trying to inspect his injury and here you are, yapping your filthy mouth. At this rate, I think you're the one that doesn't want Di Qiaowei to heal."

"Nonsense! How dare you accuse me of wanting my nephew to suffer!"

"If not, then please do me a favor. Zip your damn mouth." Jiang Ming scoffed coldly.

He was here trying to showcase his skills, and Di Tianluo's constant yapping was irritating him. Just a bit more from him, and he was close to killing Di Qiaowei out of annoyance.

Once Di Tianluo kept his mouth shut, Jiang Ming could finally concentrate on the broken meridian's wound.

Of course, he had purposely crippled the meridian in a special way using his sword force. The sword force was inlaid on his internal organ, making a false sense that Di Qiaowei's meridian was crippled for life.


In reality, all Jiang Ming needed to do was release his sword force that was impaled into his internal organs. However, that wasn't the main objective Jiang Ming was looking for.

Not only did he want others to think he was someone that could cure a broken meridian, but he also wanted to poison Di Qiaowei in the meantime. In an ancient ruin where you are separated from the world, everyone would be killing each other.

By poisoning Di Qiaowei secretly, Jiang Ming would be the same as holding a knife at the throat of the Di Clan, forcing them to submit and obey.

'Di Tianluo you old fogey. Back when I was scheming in the days in Cultivation Omega, you were probably still drinking milk. Dared to threaten me constantly, then watch how I'll toy with your entire Di Clan.' Jiang Ming sneered secretly.

To make the scene more realistically, Jiang Ming retrieved numerous herbs and a cauldron. After that, in front of everyone, he started refining.

"What the- This Jing is an alchemist?"

"Heavens… a genius in martial arts and an alchemist as well. Just who is this Jing?"

The crowd went into shock when they could tell the refining skills of Jiang Ming were at a high level. The hand movement and control of the flame were enough for these people to understand that he might be on par with Alchemist Ren.

At the same time, Di Tianluo held an indescribable expression. 'Damn it, this brat is actually an alchemist as well… Did I make a mistake this time?'