Cultivating To Immortality

Fang Hong shook his head and smiled, not paying attention to their teasing, deciding to just stick to his own plan.

Seeing that Fang Hong didn't reply, only looking confident, Long Xia and Long Qiu, the two sisters, said nothing more.

The two of them also stood quietly to the side, watching the battles on the arena, occasionally teasing Fang Hong, but Fang Hong just ignored them.

As time passed, the arena defense battles became increasingly fierce.

Some experts who had been hidden in the crowd gradually couldn't hold back and stepped onto the arena to challenge.

The nine Nascent Soul Peak disciples who had been steadily occupying the main positions on the arena also began to feel pressure.

Three of them, due to excessive consumption from continuous battles, ultimately failed to defend their arenas and were defeated by later challengers, leaving the arena with regret.

Soon, only the last half an hour remained until the end of the assessment, and the atmosphere in the square became even more tense.

At this time, all the current arena masters on the ten arenas were at the Nascent Soul Peak cultivation level.

Long Wei still firmly occupied one of the arenas; she had just defeated ten challengers in a row.

Although her aura fluctuated slightly, her eyes remained firm, clearly indicating she still had reserves of strength.

Fang Hong had carefully watched several of Long Wei's battles just now and had to admit that Long Wei's strength was indeed impressive.

Her Moves were sharp yet flexible, balanced in offense and defense, and her combat experience was also very rich.

Among these ten current arena masters, her strength was definitely in the top three.

Fang Hong estimated the time and felt it was about right; if he didn't act soon, it would be too late.

He scanned the ten arenas and quickly locked onto an arena master who appeared relatively weaker.

That arena master had just fought two consecutive matches, and his aura was already somewhat chaotic, clearly indicating significant consumption, making it a good time to strike.

Having made up his mind, Fang Hong no longer hesitated and slowly walked onto that arena, signifying his challenge.

"Sister Qiu, look quickly. That scoundrel Long Ren actually went on stage. He actually dared to challenge an arena master."

Long Xia, standing below the stage, immediately saw Fang Hong's actions and exclaimed in surprise.

Long Qiu also showed a surprised expression; she had thought Fang Hong was just here to watch.

Fang Hong's ascent to the stage instantly attracted the attention of many disciples in the square.

Disciples who had been focusing on other arenas all shifted their gaze to this arena.

Long Wei also couldn't help but cast her gaze over, curiously sizing up Fang Hong, wanting to see what abilities this scoundrel possessed.

Many disciples quickly judged Fang Hong's cultivation level through his aura—he was merely in the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

The disciples all showed expressions of disdain and began to whisper among themselves.

"A Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm dares to challenge a Nascent Soul Peak arena master?"

"Exactly, didn't you see how many Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm disciples failed just now?"

"I bet he won't last more than three rounds before being knocked down."

Questions arose one after another; everyone thought Fang Hong had lost his mind.

Fang Hong, however, was completely unconcerned, simply standing quietly on the arena, awaiting his opponent's response.

His opponent was a tall, thin young man named Long Gao, with a hint of untamed arrogance in his eyes, clearly a difficult character.

"Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm? Hmph. Just a small fry."

"Hurry up and get down, don't make a fool of yourself here, lest I beat you down later and you lose all your face."

Long Gao sized up Fang Hong, and after sensing his aura, a scornful smile immediately appeared on his lips.

After speaking, Long Gao stopped talking nonsense and unleashed his full aura, a powerful surge of Qi spreading outwards from him.

It was directed straight at Fang Hong, clearly intending to use his cultivation advantage to directly blow Fang Hong off the arena with his aura.

The surge of Qi struck Fang Hong, but he remained firmly in place, his body unmoving, completely unaffected.

"Hmm? You can still stand steadily on the stage? It seems you really do have some skill."

Long Gao stared at Fang Hong, raising an eyebrow slightly, a bit surprised; Fang Hong's foundation was much more solid than he had expected.

No sooner had Long Gao finished speaking than Fang Hong pulled out a purple pill from his storage bag, flicked it with his finger, and the pill flew towards Long Gao.

Long Gao was just about to concentrate and respond when he heard a dull bang.

The pill exploded in front of him, and a thick cloud of purple gas instantly spread, enveloping him completely in the smoke.

"Cough cough cough. What in the world is this?" Long Gao's urgent and angry coughing came from within the purple smoke.

When he saw the pill flying towards him, his first reaction was to activate his internal spell power, condensing a layer of light golden protective shield around his body.

This protective shield was a protective spell he had cultivated for many years; ordinary attacks simply couldn't break through it.

But he never expected that this seemingly ordinary purple gas could easily penetrate the protective shield and seep directly into his body.

What shocked Long Gao even more was that as soon as the purple gas entered his body, a strong sense of numbness spread through his limbs and bones.

His internal spell power, which had been flowing smoothly, suddenly seemed to freeze; no matter how he tried to activate it, he couldn't Move it in the slightest.

His whole body felt weak and powerless, and he was even losing the strength to lift his hand.

"This is a poisonous pill refined from a thousand-year-old Purple Star Grass; for an hour, you won't be able to use your spell power."

Fang Hong said with a smile, standing outside the purple smoke.

"Poison, poisonous pill! You scoundrel, to use such a despicable move."

Long Gao's Face instantly turned ashen when he heard the words poisonous pill, filled with unwillingness and anger.

But the numbness grew stronger, his legs gave out, and with a thud, he knelt on one knee on the arena.

Only then did he regret his carelessness; he had been too negligent and had been tricked by the opponent's seemingly insignificant method.

"Hehe, the rules didn't say you couldn't use poison."

Fang Hong chuckled, and before his words finished, he slammed out a light blue wind palm with his right hand.

With a bang, the wind palm solidly struck Long Gao, directly sending him flying and heavily crashing onto the ground outside the arena.

Long Gao lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth, eyes rolling back, and fainted on the spot.

The surrounding spectators were dumbfounded; the previously noisy venue fell silent for a moment, then erupted in gasps of disbelief.

"My heavens. Long Gao, a Nascent Soul Peak, was taken down like that?"

"This Long Ren is too insidious, to actually use a poisonous pill."

"But then again, he didn't violate any rules; the assessment really didn't say you couldn't use poison. One can only say Long Gao himself was careless."