Cultivating To Immortality

"Oh, you, Long Xia, you actually dared to deliver yourself to my doorstep today."

Fang Hong's eyes flashed with a hint of playfulness, and his tongue slowly licked his lips.

Imitating Long Ren's usual lecherous tone, he said, "Since that's the case, today I'll capture both you sisters and have a good time, letting you know what it means to fall into your own trap."

"Sister Qiu, look at him, he's extremely arrogant, simply shameless and vulgar to the extreme."

Long Xia's face flushed with anger, her hands clenched, and her chest heaved rapidly.

"His lustful heart hasn't changed, his mouth is full of foul language."

"It seems today I can only castrate you, lest you go around harming other women." Long Qiu said fiercely.

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her hand, and her magic power surged instantly, striking a palm towards Fang Hong.

This palm strike was like thunder, as fast as lightning, with a sharp Qi enveloped in its wind.

If it were the real Long Ren, he would probably be truly inescapable at this moment, perhaps even truly castrated on the spot.

Unfortunately, they were not facing Long Ren, but Fang Hong.

Fang Hong's figure moved lightly, his toes touching the ground, and he soared into the air like a swallow, instantly leaping into mid-air.

Fang Hong's movements were graceful and unhurried, with a hint of playfulness, easily avoiding Long Qiu's swift palm.

"Don't even think about escaping." Long Qiu roared, her eyes wide.

She hadn't expected Fang Hong to easily dodge her attack, which startled her and made her feel surprised.

Before she finished speaking, Long Qiu rushed up, intending to pursue him.

But just as Long Qiu had just soared into the air, Fang Hong's figure flashed again, appearing behind Long Qiu like a ghost, and gently patted her shoulder.

"Ahhhh."

Long Qiu screamed, having no time to react, her shoulder suddenly sank, and she lost her balance, her body plummeting from mid-air.

Long Qiu crashed onto the ground, sending shattered rocks flying, and the ground instantly collapsed, forming a human-shaped pit.

"Qiu, Sister Qiu. How could this be?"

"When did you advance to Nascent Soul Late Stage?" Long Xia saw this scene, her mouth agape, utterly shocked.

"What? Can't I advance to Nascent Soul Late Stage?" Fang Hong slowly descended from mid-air, his posture elegant.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his aura revealing itself as Nascent Soul Late Stage.

Just then, a coughing sound came from the pit.

Long Qiu crawled out of the rubble in a disheveled state, her face covered in dust, her hair disheveled, looking completely grimy, and she had even lost two teeth.

"You hateful Long Ren You actually hid your strength and ambushed me. You despicable scoundrel."

Long Qiu's face was filled with indignation, and she no longer dared to underestimate Fang Hong. Her eyes gradually showed a serious expression, intending to fight Fang Hong with all her strength.

"You two came at just the right time. It's perfect for you to try my newly learned ultimate move."

"Storm Fist." Fang Hong shouted, raising his hand and unleashing an invisible fist shadow.

The fist shadow was as fast as a gale, carrying a sharp whistling sound as it shot out with a swoosh.

Bang.

With a loud explosion and roaring airflow, it directly struck Long Qiu's body.

The next moment, Long Qiu's skirt around her legs suddenly burst, fabric fragments scattering, and a pair of long, fair legs were exposed to the air, dazzling and eye-catching.

"Ahhhh. You lecher." Long Qiu shrieked, her pretty face instantly flushing crimson, filled with shame and indignation.

She hastily used spiritual light to quickly cover her beautiful legs, not allowing Fang Hong's burning eyes to gaze upon them for another second.

"Hehehe not bad, not bad." Fang Hong stared at her, his smile growing more lewd, looking utterly detestable.

"Damn Long Ren. Don't you dare bully Sister Qiu." Long Xia, standing by, turned pale with anxiety, seething with anger.

"Alright then, I'll bully you. Take this. Storm Fist."

Fang Hong threw a punch at Long Xia with another roar.

Bang.

Long Xia didn't even have a chance to react, as the skirt around her legs also instantly burst open, fabric flying.

She shrieked, her pretty face blushing crimson, and immediately covered herself with her hands and spiritual light, flustered and no longer caring about anything else.

"Listen up, you two. This next punch will directly blast all your clothes off, along with your protective spiritual light."

"By then, even if you don't want me to see, you'll have to let me see clearly." Fang Hong licked his lips, his fist gathering power.

"You big lecher. You actually specialize in such vulgar moves." Long Qiu was both ashamed and angry, almost trembling with rage.

The two sisters were overcome with shame. Long Qiu hastily grabbed Long Xia's hand and suddenly turned to flee into the distance. She was finally afraid of Fang Hong.

Watching the two women flee in a panic, Fang Hong laughed heartily, retracted his fist, and no longer pursued them.

Fang Hong turned and returned to his Immortal Cave, sat cross-legged, and continued to meditate on refining qi, quietly awaiting the arrival of the Elite disciple assessment.

…

A month passed in a flash, and the Dragon Clan's Elite disciple assessment was held as scheduled.

Fang Hong had already arrived at Heavenly Dragon Plaza, which was the assessment location for Elite disciples.

Heavenly Dragon Plaza was immensely wide, paved with huge bluestone bricks.

In the very center of the plaza stood ten circular arenas, grand and imposing, with layers of stone steps surrounding them.

At this time, many Dragon Clan disciples had already come to watch, the crowd was bustling, and the atmosphere was extraordinarily lively.

The disciples participating in the assessment gathered near the arenas, all eager to show off their skills.

Fang Hong was also among them, his hands crossed over his chest, his expression calm, patiently waiting for the assessment to begin.

After a while, three streaks of light flew from a distance, landing directly in the plaza.

Fang Hong's gaze lifted slightly, and upon closer inspection, his heart instantly filled with amusement.

The arrivals were none other than the sisters Long Qiu and Long Xia, and between them, a green-robed woman followed.

The woman had a beautiful appearance, with a heroic spirit in her eyes and eyebrows, an ethereal temperament, and a sharp aura in her every move.

"Ah. Long Ren. You big lecher, you actually dare to come and participate in the Elite disciple assessment?" Just then, Long Qiu spotted Fang Hong in the crowd.

The three women immediately walked towards Fang Hong, and the disciples in the plaza all turned their heads.

Fang Hong's expression remained calm, allowing the three women to approach, his eyes showing no fluctuation.

The green-robed woman looked at Fang Hong coldly, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"You are Long Ren? I heard you dared to bully my two sisters a while ago."

"It's still not too late to apologize now, otherwise I'll show you how I'll deal with you on the arena later."

Long Qiu, hiding by the green-robed woman's side, smiled triumphantly.

"Long Ren, scared now, aren't you? Let me tell you, this is my eldest sister, Long Wei."

"Her cultivation has reached Nascent Soul Peak, let's see if you still dare to be arrogant this time."

"Eldest sister Long Wei? Hmm, indeed very large." Fang Hong chuckled, his gaze very restless.

"You lecher, where are you looking?" Long Xia pointed at Fang Hong and angrily rebuked him.

Facing Fang Hong's wanton gaze, Long Wei frowned, looking at Fang Hong with a disgusted expression.

"Hmph. He's indeed a scoundrel. I'll show you how I'll deal with you once we're on the arena."

After speaking, Long Wei glared fiercely at Fang Hong, then walked away with Long Qiu and the other woman.