Cultivating To Immortality

As soon as Fang Hong and Zhang Zhuang arrived at the peak, they heard shouts and the roar of Immortal Arts colliding.

Many disciples were fighting on the various arenas, with Immortal Light of different colors blooming on the stages, creating a lively scene.

Fortunately, each arena was equipped with a special restriction, which could block the impact generated during the matches.

Otherwise, with the commotion of these disciples fighting, the entire peak would probably have been torn apart.

Fang Hong and Zhang Zhuang did not linger around, walking directly towards an empty arena.

Upon reaching the edge of the arena, the two leaped up, landing steadily on the stage, each standing on one side, their gazes meeting.

Their arrival quickly attracted the attention of many disciples nearby.

Disciples who were originally watching other arena matches all turned their attention over, looking towards their direction.

"Look. Isn’t that Zhang Zhuang, ranked tenth on the Hidden Dragon Roll? I remember he rarely comes to the battle arena; he’s actually here to compete today."

"That’s right, it’s Zhang Zhuang."

"Then who is his opponent? Why have I never seen this person before; I have no impression of him at all."

"This person is only at the True Immortal eighth-layer cultivation; he actually dares to challenge Zhang Zhuang? His guts are too big."

The disciples around the arena discussed animatedly, many pointing at Fang Hong, their eyes filled with curiosity and skepticism.

There were also some disciples who enjoyed gambling, who had already begun secretly betting Immortal Stones, wagering on who would win between Fang Hong and Zhang Zhuang.

Most people bet their Immortal Stones on Zhang Zhuang, believing that Fang Hong had no chance of winning.

Facing the discussions and pointing of everyone, Fang Hong’s expression was very calm, completely unmoved.

The Hidden Dragon Roll mentioned by those disciples was a strength ranking list specially set up by the sect for Outer Sect Disciples, listing the names of fifty Outer Sect Disciples.

The sect holds a disciple assessment once a year, which is voluntary, and any Outer Sect Disciple can sign up.

If one performs exceptionally well in the assessment and successfully enters the Hidden Dragon Roll, they can receive additional cultivation resource support from the sect, such as Immortal Stones, Immortal Artifacts, Immortal Pills, and the like.

Therefore, many Outer Sect Disciples actively sign up for the assessment, striving with all their might to enter the Hidden Dragon Roll.

Zhang Zhuang being able to rank tenth on the Hidden Dragon Roll indicates that his strength is indeed quite good among the many Outer Sect Disciples; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to stand out from so many disciples and achieve the tenth position.

It’s a pity, however, that his opponent today is Fang Hong. From the moment he decided to compete with Fang Hong, it was destined that he wouldn’t have a good outcome today.

Fang Hong noticed a humanoid puppet standing beside the arena.

This puppet looked no different from a normal person, wearing a gray robe.

If one sensed carefully, this puppet’s strength was not weak; it should be a Golden Immortal puppet.

In fact, this puppet was a Puppet Elder specially used by the sect to preside over matches.

Whenever disciples were to compete on the arena, it would proactively take responsibility for presiding, explaining the rules, activating restrictions, and all such matters.

The Puppet Elder saw that Fang Hong and the other person had arrived and immediately triggered its task of presiding over the match.

It raised its head, its gaze level with the two people on the arena, and spoke in a steady voice.

"This match is an ordinary battle. Anyone who falls off the arena during the match loses; anyone who voluntarily surrenders loses; anyone who is knocked unconscious and loses consciousness also loses."

"Weapons can be used during the match, but lethal moves are strictly prohibited; you must not harm the opponent’s life. Have you both understood these rules clearly?"

Fang Hong and Zhang Zhuang both nodded towards the puppet Elder, having no objections.

At this moment, Fang Hong looked at Zhang Zhuang and teased, "Zhang Zhuang, aren’t you going to quickly hand over the one hundred thousand Immortal Stones to the Elder for safekeeping? Could it be that you can’t even produce one hundred thousand Immortal Stones?"

Zhang Zhuang snorted coldly, not arguing with Fang Hong, and directly took out a black storage bag, handing it to the Puppet Elder.

"Here are one hundred thousand Immortal Stones, as the prize for this match. Please, Elder, help me keep them safe."

The puppet Elder extended its iron hand and took the storage bag.

Seeing that both were ready for the match, the Puppet Elder no longer delayed. It raised its right hand, palm facing the direction of the arena, and pressed lightly.

With its movement, a light blue barrier suddenly rose from around the arena, quickly enveloping the entire stage.

This was the arena’s protective restriction. With this layer of restriction, no matter how fiercely the two fought on the arena later, the arena would not be damaged, nor would it affect the disciples around the arena.

"The match begins."

The Puppet Elder shouted loudly. After shouting, he stood quietly by the arena, carefully supervising the competition to prevent any violations from occurring.

"Kid, if you know what’s good for you, just stand there and let me beat you up. It’ll save me from being heavy-handed and making you suffer more, and I can also go back and report earlier."

Zhang Zhuang’s face was full of excitement. As he spoke, he flipped his wrist, and a golden spear landed steadily in his hand.

Immediately after, his True Immortal Perfection Cultivation was released without reservation, and a vast Immortal Power swept through the surroundings.

The disciples watching the battle around felt Zhang Zhuang’s aura and immediately let out exclamations of surprise, whispering among themselves.

"What a sharp aura, the tenth rank on the Hidden Dragon Roll truly lives up to its reputation."

"That kid is only True Immortal eighth-layer; how could he possibly beat Zhang Zhuang? I think he’s definitely going to get a black eye today."

Everyone thought Fang Hong was definitely going to get beaten, and their eyes were full of sympathy as they looked at him.

Fang Hong’s gaze fell on the golden spear in Zhang Zhuang’s hand; it turned out to be a fourth-grade Immortal Artifact. No wonder he could rank tenth on the Hidden Dragon Roll; his aura was indeed much sharper than Wang Hu’s, whom he had encountered before.

Even so, Fang Hong’s face showed no trace of panic.

He slowly raised his hand, and a pitch-black long sword appeared in his hand, which was the nirvana divine thunder sword.

To deal with an opponent of Zhang Zhuang’s caliber, there was no need to use the fifth-grade Immortal Artifact soul severing sword; the nirvana divine thunder sword was already sufficient.

Zhang Zhuang saw Fang Hong’s sword, first stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha. I didn’t see wrong, did I? Your sword is actually only a first-grade Immortal Artifact?"

"Kid, I thought you had some great skill to dare to come up on stage and compete with me. Turns out you only have this much in your family fortune." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Zhang Zhuang’s face was full of disdain. After he had laughed enough, he tightened his grip on the golden spear in his hand, preparing to activate his Immortal Power and strike first to teach Fang Hong a lesson, to let him know what a difference in strength was.

But just as Zhang Zhuang was about to move, Fang Hong’s figure vanished from his original spot like a ghost; Fang Hong had actually struck a step faster than him.

Whoosh.

A black and white interwoven sword light suddenly flashed across the arena, moving with extreme speed, leaving only a faint afterimage. The surrounding watching disciples didn’t even clearly see how Fang Hong moved.

By the time they reacted, Fang Hong’s figure had already appeared behind Zhang Zhuang at some unknown point.

Zhang Zhuang froze in place, his body trembling uncontrollably. The golden spear in his hand fell to the ground with a clank, clearly no longer able to be held tightly.

The next instant, he fell straight onto the arena.