Cultivating To Immortality

Long Xia's eyes were wide and round, her mouth agape, and it took her a long time to recover.

She had thought Fang Hong would at most last a few Moves, but she never expected this outcome, which completely exceeded her expectations.

"He's truly a treacherous scoundrel, only capable of such underhanded tricks."

Long Qiu stood to the side, letting out a soft snort, but envy was hidden in her eyes.

No matter what method was used, a win was a win. To be able to knock Long Gao, a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator, off the stage, this skill and cunning were not something just anyone possessed.

Fang Hong stood steadily on the arena, his gaze sweeping over the audience below.

Many ordinary cultivators around, seeing that Fang Hong was only at the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, could not suppress the restlessness in their hearts, their eyes filled with eagerness to try.

In their opinion, Fang Hong's victory over Long Gao was merely due to a sneak attack with a poison pill. If they went up, they might be able to seize the arena.

Thus, in the next half an hour, many bold disciples successively ascended the arena to challenge Fang Hong.

But unfortunately, all were easily defeated by Fang Hong and knocked off the arena.

Long Wei had been standing on an arena not far away, her gaze fixed on Fang Hong's every battle.

Watching Fang Hong calmly handle the situations on stage, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Fang Hong's combat experience was far richer than she had imagined, and his control over spells was extremely precise. He was definitely not a mediocre person who only knew how to use underhanded tricks.

No wonder he dared to provoke her before; he truly had some strength.

Half an hour quickly passed, and the arena defense battle officially ended, with Fang Hong firmly holding the arena.

"I announce that Long Jun, Long Ren, Long Heng, Long Mao, Long Hai, Long Shan, Long Wei, Long Yan, Long Xin, and Long Hua are promoted to Elite disciples."

Elder Long Qi stood up from his seat, his voice clear and resonant, amplified by a spell to spread throughout the entire venue, ensuring every disciple heard him clearly.

The ordinary cultivators around, hearing this list, all cast envious gazes towards Fang Hong and the others.

Becoming an Elite disciple was not just a symbol of status; more importantly, it also granted the opportunity to cultivate in the Sky Dragon Pool.

The Sky Dragon Pool contained mysterious powers of creation.

It could not only rapidly enhance one's realm but also nourish one's bloodline, a coveted opportunity for all ordinary cultivators.

Long Qiu and Long Xia stood in the crowd, looking at Fang Hong, who was the center of attention, their faces also filled with envy.

After Elder Long Qi finished his announcement, he quickly formed hand seals and sent out ten gentle green lights towards Fang Hong and the other ten people.

As the green light landed on each person, a warmth instantly spread throughout their bodies.

Fang Hong could clearly feel that the qi consumed during the battle was rapidly recovering, and in a short while, he returned to his peak state.

Immediately after, Elder Long Qi waved his hand, and the ten previously scattered arenas slowly began to move towards the center, eventually merging into one giant arena ten times larger than before.

"Next, we will proceed with the competition for the top three Elite disciples, which will determine the cultivation duration in the Sky Dragon Pool."

"Now, come forward and draw lots."

Elder Long Qi said, taking out an ancient bamboo tube from his storage bag and casually tossing it in front of the ten disciples.

Although everyone could enter the Sky Dragon Pool to cultivate after passing the Elite disciple assessment, the cultivation time varied.

The clan rules clearly states that the first place could cultivate in the Sky Dragon Pool for one month, the second place for twenty days, the third place for ten days, and disciples after the third place could only cultivate for three days.

Therefore, the higher the ranking, the more beneficial it was for cultivation, and Fang Hong naturally wanted to contend for first place.

A moment later, the lot drawing was complete.

Fang Hong drew number one, meaning he would be the first to appear.

According to the drawing rules, the opponent for number one would naturally be number ten.

"The drawing is complete. For the first round, first match, Long Ren versus Long Hua. Step onto the stage," Elder Long Qi announced loudly.

Fang Hong leaped onto the large arena.

As soon as he stood firm, a beautiful young girl jumped onto the opposite side—it was Long Hua.

She wore a light pink dress, with fair skin and smiling eyes, looking very cute.

"Match begins."

Elder Long Qi stood at the edge of the arena and announced loudly.

As soon as the Elder finished speaking, Long Hua immediately summoned a palm-sized cyan jade pendant.

The jade pendant instantly emitted a soft cyan glow, forming a translucent cyan shield that firmly protected Long Hua within it, clearly a good defensive spiritual artifact.

"Long Ren, my Green Spirit Jade Pendant can block most toxins, so your poisonous Qi is useless against me. Just admit defeat." Long Hua said with a confident smile.

After speaking, she summoned a cyan longsword, tapped her toes, and rushed towards Fang Hong like a gentle breeze, sword light flashing, directly aiming for Fang Hong's face.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

Long Hua's swordsmanship was quite good, her Sword Qi turning into threads.

The longsword in her hand hummed and vibrated, its spiritual light suddenly surging, and countless threads of Sword Qi burst forth from the sword tip.

These threads of Sword Qi crisscrossed in mid-air, weaving into a dense net of Sword Qi, its sharpness fully revealed.

Fang Hong's footsteps did not stop, his body repeatedly dodging and retreating, avoiding one incoming thread of Sword Qi after another.

Seeing Fang Hong only able to passively avoid, Long Hua's face immediately showed great joy.

She wielded her longsword even faster, her sword Moves becoming increasingly fierce, and the surrounding threads of Sword Qi continuously increased, compressing Fang Hong's dodging space smaller and smaller.

In just a moment, Fang Hong was forced to the edge of the arena.

All around him were the threads of Sword Qi that Long Hua had already arranged, almost sealing off all his escape routes. If he took one more step back, he would fall off the arena.

"Admit defeat, Long Ren. I don't want to hurt you." Long Hua said with a triumphant smile, holding her longsword.

"Hehe, the outcome isn't decided yet. Feel free to try your best." Fang Hong's expression remained calm, and he even smiled.

"Since you insist on being stubborn, don't blame me for being impolite."

Seeing that Fang Hong refused to admit defeat, Long Hua suddenly exerted force in her wrist, fiercely slashing her longsword towards Fang Hong.

In an instant, countless threads of Sword Qi swept towards Fang Hong, and wherever they passed, the air was cut, making a sizzling sound.

Just as the Sword Qi was about to strike, Fang Hong's figure suddenly became strange, flickering like an afterimage.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and when they looked again, Fang Hong had actually swapped positions with Long Hua.

He, who had originally stood at the edge of the arena, now stood where Long Hua had been.

And Long Hua was moved to the edge of the arena, directly facing the countless threads of Sword Qi she had just unleashed.

"What?" Long Hua's pretty face changed, and she quickly halted the Sword Qi to avoid being injured by her own Move.

"This is the Dragon Shadow Technique."

Long Hua recovered, her eyes filled with disbelief as she looked at Fang Hong.

She had also cultivated the Dragon Shadow Skill, but at most, it could only make her speed a little faster. To achieve instantaneous spatial displacement like Fang Hong was simply a fantasy.