Cultivation: Immunity to Negative Effects

Meanwhile, there were also three masked Divine Palace Envoys at the scene, all of them at Golden Core Peak with powerful auras.

They were currently seated on the top floor of the City Lord’s Mansion, looking down on the crowd in the arena.

After making his announcement, the Haoyue City Lord also flew to the top floor of the City Lord’s Mansion and took his place beside the Divine Palace Envoys.

As for Nascent Soul Powerhouses, there were none present.

Zhang Chi confirmed this with a scan of his powerful Divine Thought; there were no Nascent Soul Powerhouses hidden in the shadows.

This was because Haoyue Immortal City was not the only one holding this competition today; other Immortal Cities of the same Level were doing so as well.

The Nascent Soul Powerhouses were simply spread too thin.

However, no one was worried about the situation spiraling out of control.

The three Divine Palace Envoys’ Combat Power far surpassed others of the Same Tier, and more importantly, they represented the Desert Divine Palace.

The City Lord, in turn, represented the Golden Wind Sect.

Here in the Golden Wind Oasis, no Cultivator dared to defy the Golden Wind Sect, and even fewer dared to challenge the authority of the Desert Divine Palace.

SWISH! SWISH!

Afterward, Number One and Number Seven were called out. They took the stage together and began fighting without a word.

Both contestants were Golden Core Peak Powerhouses with exceptionally high Combat Power. The resulting battle was incredibly fierce, lasting until nightfall before a winner was finally decided. In the end, Number One won by a narrow margin.

The competition didn’t pause; it continued on through the night.

After all, Cultivators barely needed normal sleep and possessed long Lifespans, so they cared little for day or night. Nor did they mind the lengthy battles; in fact, they watched with great relish.

The City Lord’s Mansion had long since used a Treasure Pearl Magical Artifact to envelop the entire square in a soft white light, making it as bright as day.

Next, Number Three and Number Thirty-Nine took the stage. They were also at Golden Core Peak, and their battle was just as intense.

It wasn’t until morning that the fight finally concluded with Number Three as the victor.

Next came Number Thirteen and Number Sixty-Six, who were also profound in their Cultivation and possessed immense Combat Power. They both fought with everything they had.

Zhang Chi, for his part, watched very intently and learned quite a bit.

He discovered that these contestants were not much weaker than him.

Unless he used his strongest trump cards, like his Sword Array, he would have to fight them for real to determine a victor.

He wasn’t surprised by this, however.

The first Spiritual Lands being contested were the best of the bunch.

For example, the Nanxing Lake Spiritual Land was considered top-tier even within the entire Golden Wind Oasis.

Therefore, not only were there many Golden Core influences vying for this Spiritual Land, but they were all extremely powerful.

The contestants they sent were naturally very strong as well.

In contrast, many of the lower-ranked Spiritual Lands were only chosen by a single Golden Core influence, or not chosen at all.

After three days and three nights, the first Spiritual Land, Lanxing Lake, was finally claimed by Number One.

Then came the next Spiritual Land.

And the competition for this one was just as fierce.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and it was finally time for the Qin Mountain Oasis, the one chosen by Zhang Chi and the Shang Family.

Although this miniature Oasis was decent, it wasn’t particularly popular compared to the top-tier Tier Three Spiritual Lands located deep within the Golden Wind Oasis, which didn’t have to face the direct threat of a Beast Tide.

Thus, besides the Shang Family, only two other Immortal Cultivation Influences had chosen this miniature Oasis.

Zhang Chi’s number this time was eighty-eight. The contestants from the other two factions were Number Two and Number Sixty-Seven, respectively.

Number Two was an elderly man in a green robe with a full head of white hair, at Golden Core Peak.

Although this Cultivator was old, his aura was incredibly powerful. He was clearly a top-tier combatant within the Golden Core Realm.

Number Sixty-Seven’s Cultivation was slightly lower, but he was still at the Golden Core Late Stage, just a step away from Golden Core Peak.

Moreover, this Cultivator exuded an incomparably sharp aura; his Combat Power was likely not weak either.

However, Zhang Chi was quite lucky this time. He received a bye, meaning Number Two and Number Sixty-Seven would fight first.

Number Two and Number Sixty-Seven took the stage, and the battle instantly became white-hot. Number Two not only had high Cultivation but also numerous Magical Treasures and a wealth of combat experience.

Number Sixty-Seven, on the other hand, was a Sword Cultivator who wielded three Magical Treasure Flying Swords with an incomparably sharp offense.

At the start, Number Two was nearly defeated by his sudden, fierce assault.

Unfortunately, it was not quite enough. Number Two successfully weathered the storm and quickly settled into a battle of attrition.

After two days and one night, Number Sixty-Seven, whose Cultivation was not high enough and who had exhausted too much energy with his ferocious attacks, was finally defeated by Number Two’s slight advantage.

"Number Two, Number Eighty-Eight."

Afterward, Number Two meditated for two hours to recover his breath and signaled that he was ready to continue. Only then did the Haoyue City Lord call the next match.

Under the gazes of the numerous spectators, Zhang Chi finally made his move, his figure blurring as he flew onto the stage.

"Things aren’t looking good for this Fellow Daoist Zhang."

At this moment, the audience below clearly favored Number Two, including Cen Huayun, who had come to watch the battles.

For one, everyone had just witnessed Number Two’s Combat Power.

For another, Zhang Chi didn’t seem particularly special.

Many Cultivators had already inquired about him. Zhang Chi was from the Black Origin City area and had participated in a Tier Two competition over half a year ago.

At that time, the Body Refining strength Zhang Chi had used, while powerful, was not worth mentioning in front of a Golden Core Cultivator.

If Zhang Chi didn’t have any new tricks, or if he hadn’t hidden more of his Body Refining strength, then there would be little suspense in this battle.

Even Shang Deyi was extremely nervous right now, because he didn’t know the true extent of Zhang Chi’s abilities.

Furthermore, because Flying Dragon No. 1 had been used as the Shang Family’s Honored Guest Elder to meet the registration requirements, it couldn’t participate this time. Zhang Chi had to face Number Two alone.

Of course, Flying Dragon No. 1 was only at the Golden Core Middle Stage, and the arena was too small for it. Even if it could fight, it wouldn’t be of much help.

"Junior, just surrender!"

Number Two was brimming with confidence.

Even so, he remained cautious. He immediately summoned a pair of Silver Halberd Magical Treasures, activated a Tier Three Peak Vajra Talisman, and conjured a Golden Small Shield to hover protectively around him.

BOOM!

Zhang Chi said nothing. He simply stomped a foot on the ground. Amidst a tremor that shook the stage, he shot forward like lightning, closing the distance in an instant and throwing a vicious punch through the air.

"You overestimate yourself!"

The elderly Number Two sneered. He retreated rapidly and pointed a finger, causing the Golden Small Shield to expand into what looked like a golden wall, blocking the space between him and Zhang Chi.

At the same time, his pair of silver halberds were not idle. They instantly transformed into two Silver Light Flood Dragons, each several dozen meters long, that lunged at Zhang Chi with bared fangs and claws.

CLANG!

The next moment, Zhang Chi’s fist smashed violently against the Golden Shield, producing a metallic clang like the striking of a great bell. The Golden Shield trembled violently, but its light only dimmed slightly.

The two Silver Light Flood Dragons, however, seized the opportunity to strike Zhang Chi viciously. He was immediately sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, hurtling toward the edge of the arena.

Just as he was about to fly off the stage, however, his entire body suddenly dropped straight down, landing right on the edge.

Looking closer, not only was Zhang Chi alive, but he didn’t have a single scratch on him, and his expression seemed quite relaxed.

Evidently, though his opponent’s attack was impressive, it was not enough to break through the five layers of Celestial Net Gang Force protecting his body.

Of course, he had also failed to break through the opponent’s Magical Treasure Golden Shield.

"He took on Magical Treasures with his bare body, without using any other means? This fellow Daoist’s Body Refining Cultivation is much stronger than we expected!"

The audience was stunned by the sight. Cen Huayun’s eyes lit up, and he looked at Zhang Chi in a new light.

"Yes!"

Shang Deyi was overjoyed.

"Not bad, but this bit of strength alone isn’t enough to impress. If you don’t have any stronger moves, then you might as well get off the stage!"

The elderly Number Two was also somewhat surprised, but he quickly let out a cold laugh. He immediately urged his silver halberds on again, unleashing his true killing move.