The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

The space of the Colosseum is not very large, about the same size as a large auditorium in modern society that can accommodate five or six thousand people.

However, the seats here cannot be as densely packed as those in auditoriums and stadiums in modern society.

There was at least two feet of space between each seat, so the room couldn't hold too many people.

This place is not like the auction venue of Sihai Trading Company. The seats here are marked with numbers, so people who come in can sit wherever they want.

Of course, this is for entertainment, and you won't be given any cloaks or other disguises. If you want to conceal your identity, please prepare yourself before entering.

Ye Qi and Xiao Han had no reason to hide their appearance and identity, so they walked in and found a seat in the middle near the front.

Seeing the words on the screen, Xiao Han said with some concern: "Could this be Fellow Daoist Qiu, a female cultivator who has reached the Great Perfection of Qi Training?"

Ye Qi shook his head. "I don't know either. After all, there are many cultivators who trade their lives for spirit stones. Although the spirit stone income from each appearance is considerable, they signed a life-or-death contract with the Colosseum, which means they are truly exchanging their lives for money."

"Then how many spirit stones can you get for each appearance?" Xiao Han couldn't help but ask again.

Ye Qi said, "The specific price seems to depend on the monster's cultivation level and aggressiveness. The most dangerous ones seem to cost tens of thousands of spirit stones per fight. You should know that if we cultivators encounter monsters of similar cultivation level and strong aggressiveness, if we don't use magic weapons, talismans, or other auxiliary means, and rely solely on magic, especially for independent cultivators without powerful spells, we are basically doomed to lose."

Although Xiao Han was a weak fighter, she also knew that the monsters relied on their own thick skin and high defense, their awakened innate magical powers, their own sharp teeth and claws, their powerful bite force, etc., to crush the fragile mages of the same level who were not even allowed to use talismans as shields.

Sure enough, she heard Ye Qi say, "To ensure a more evenly matched spectacle, the monsters in the Colosseum are usually three points weaker than the cultivators, so that the combat power of both sides is roughly equal. But even so, if a cultivator is not careful, they may be bitten by monsters and have their arms and legs broken. And many cultivators who come to watch the beast fights are looking for this kind of bloody excitement."

Xiao Han was silent. Who could say otherwise? Regardless of time and space, the good and evil, the inferiority of human nature, were the same.

The slaves who fought with wild beasts in the ancient Roman Colosseum, whether they were forced to do so or were fighting for their freedom, fought for their lives because the nobles in the stands liked such bloody and exciting scenes.

And here, these monks in the stands, although they are not nobles, are the kind of monks who have no worries about food and clothing, do not have to fight for meager resources for cultivation, and want to watch the bloody and exciting scenes of monks fighting monsters.

What's more, you can gamble and place bets here.

Xiao Han had not been sitting here for long when he saw low-level Qi-cultivating monks wearing uniform Colosseum uniforms walking around with boxes of betting chips.

She heard someone nearby asking, and then the errand-running monk staff member of the Colosseum introduced the various odds of the beast fighting results.

She and Ye Qi naturally wouldn't place any bets, so they didn't listen carefully.

As more and more monks came in, the entire auditorium of the Colosseum was soon filled with monks.

She observed the fluctuations of spiritual power from those people and found that the cultivators who came included not only Qi-cultivating cultivators, but also foundation-building cultivators.

It is said that a foundation-building cultivator should look down upon the fight between humans and beasts at the Qi-training level.

Of course, Ye Qi is different. Ye Qi came here to broaden her horizons.

However, Xiao Han soon realized that not everyone in the world of immortal cultivation practiced as hard as she did.

Pursuing a long life is one thing, but one should still enjoy the pleasures of everyday life. The foundation-building cultivators who come here to watch the beast fights may be here purely for the bloody and exciting spectacle of others fighting for their lives, or perhaps they are here to satisfy their gambling addiction.

Many people probably came with acquaintances and friends, and the buzz of conversation in the venue was very noisy.

The Colosseum staff who were responsible for arranging the bets were also busy running around the arena.

Finally, the time for the beast fighting began.

A monk dressed in Colosseum attire drove a giant pangolin that was over seven feet long onto the stage.

Xiao Han sensed it and discovered it was a demonic beast equivalent to a human at the eighth level of Qi training, or mid-third stage according to the demonic beast classification. The pangolin had a magical instrument around its neck that could tame beasts, so even though the demonic beast was agitated, it didn't dare resist.

Then, a female cultivator in a light white coat came on stage.

Xiao Han and Ye Qi sat up straight in an instant, both with serious expressions.

Because this female cultivator was none other than Qiu Yinong!

As soon as Qiu Yinong came on the stage, he saw a circle of white translucent light curtain light up on the stage in front of him. This was the protective prohibition light curtain of the stage.

The beast tamer in the Colosseum took back his beast taming weapon and quickly left the arena.

The pangolin, feeling free, immediately stood up the scales all over its body and became like a hedgehog.

Seeing the pangolin enter the attacking state in an instant, Qiu Yinong did not dare to be careless. He moved quickly and retreated to the edge of the ring, keeping a distance from the pangolin.

Pangolins not only have the innate magical power of earth attribute, but their tongue is also as flexible as a long whip.

It can be said that the pangolin's highly defensive scales are useless to many monsters with much higher cultivation than it. It is really difficult for Qiu Yinong, who has no magic weapon and only relies on magic attacks, to defeat it.

The freed pangolin did not want to fight to the death with the human monks at this moment. Its first thought was to escape.

Unfortunately, the restrictive light curtain of the formation left it with nowhere to escape.

Qiu Yinong took action first, and a golden spear condensed with magic power shot towards the pangolin at a rapid speed.

When the pangolin senses danger, it quickly curls up its head and feet, restores its scales, and turns into a large stone ball with a hard shell.

The spiritual golden spear shot at the pangolin's scales, making a sound like metal collision.

There was a delay between spells, so Qiu Yinong's attacks couldn't be continuous. The pangolin, attacked, naturally wouldn't just defend itself without fighting back. It lunged forward, its tongue like a deft whip, lashing out at Qiu Yinong.

If Qiu Yinong's body is caught by its tongue, it can quickly drag it back and then tear it into pieces with its sharp front claws.

Qiu Yinong quickly dodged and narrowly avoided the long tongue.

Without the light body talisman, even if a cultivator has achieved great perfection in Qi training, it is difficult for him to match the flexibility of many monsters known for their speed.

Fortunately, the pangolin's advantage wasn't speed. After its strike missed, the pangolin's long, thick tail lashed out against the ground. Suddenly, a rain of stones rained down from the sky, attacking Qiu Yinong.

This rain of stones is the pangolin's innate magical power.

Qiu Yinong hurriedly used his spiritual power to condense a golden shield to block the rain of stones that was attacking him.

Seeing that his two attacks were ineffective, the pangolin was unwilling to give up and directly used his killer move.

Its body shook, and a piece of its scales, which were originally as hard as a shield, suddenly fell off, and then it attacked Qiu Yinong at a rapid speed.

Qiu Yinong had just finished resisting the rain of stones and had no time to condense a spiritual shield to resist again, so he had to dodge.

But the scales attacked too quickly. She only had time to move her body slightly. The scales flew past her arm and cut it like a sharp blade, tearing the clothes on her arm and exposing her skin.

Blood immediately gushed out, staining the light white shirt red.

To create a thrilling, bloody visual effect when fighting monsters, the Colosseum didn't allow monks to wear protective vestments, only inner armor that covered the upper torso. Therefore, the outer garments worn by gladiators were ordinary and offered no defensive qualities.

Therefore, the visual effect of tattered clothes and blood-stained white robes can be easily presented.

Seeing that the gladiator was injured in just three or two moves, many monks in the stands immediately cheered and roared.

This is a bet on the monster to win, or a monk who is seriously injured by the beast fighter.