Immortality and Cultivation: This old man seeks enlightenment through mere survival.

The time for preparing for the competition flew by.

Lu Zaian and Fatty Han also made a fortune.

After deducting the cost of materials, Fatty Han made a profit of about three thousand spirit stones.

Lu Zaian, on the other hand, made a fortune of seven thousand spirit stones.

The cost is only ten days and a small amount of spirit stones that quickly restore mana.

Such a large sum of spirit stones is a considerable income, even for a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

However, no Foundation Establishment elder or late-stage Qi Refining disciple considered taking action to seize or suppress the two.

Thanks to the harmonious relationship between the sect and the sect, the cohesion of the entire sect is very strong, and there are no scandalous incidents of high-level cultivators exploiting and suppressing low-level cultivators.

Before we knew it, the year-end disciple competition was approaching.

The entire Valley of Spirit Medicine was enveloped in a tense, exciting, and exhilarating atmosphere.

On the training ground, a huge plaza nearly a thousand feet long and wide unfolded like a scroll painting, divided into several arena battlefields.

The total number of disciples in the inner and outer sects of Lingyao Valley is as high as 460.

At this moment, apart from those disciples who were in seclusion or unable to return from their travels, there were approximately 390 people gathered here.

The scene was lively and bustling with noise.

Above the training ground, a high platform made of bluestone stands out.

A dozen or so high-ranking members of the Spirit Medicine Valley, all at the Foundation Establishment stage, sat scattered around.

They exuded a terrifying and powerful aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Some are cold and obscure, some are domineering and passionate, some are restrained, and some are gentle and kind...

"The hour of Chen has arrived; the competition shall begin!"

As the morning sun shone down, Elder Wei, standing on the high platform, rose and, with a wave of his sleeve, announced the start of the competition.

"Around Arena A, Match 1: Huang Han vs. Fu Liwen!"

"Arena B, Match 1: Dong Fangxue vs. Wei Ning!"

"Arena C..."

The referee's voice came from several arenas at the same time.

The disciples whose names were called were already eager to jump onto the stage.

Lu Zaian mingled among the spectators, without having signed up.

He was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and had just switched to a water-based cultivation method. His combat strength was mediocre, so he naturally didn't bother to join the fun and become a stepping stone.

"Although I have been on the path of cultivation for seven and a half years, I have rarely fought with anyone..."

Cultivating immortality is only for self-cultivation; one should live a life of ease and comfort. Fighting and killing are really not suitable for an older cultivator like myself.

Lu Zaian rested his chin on his hand, observing the battle that had already begun in the arena.

"The Cloud-Parting Sword, parting the clouds to reveal the sun!"

A disciple at the fifth level of Qi Refining recited an incantation and bent his arm, pointing one finger.

A golden flying sword shot out from under the disciple's sleeve in an instant, stirring up the wind and clouds, and slashing towards his opponent.

"The wind echoes, its notes turning a hundred times!"

A graceful female cultivator plucked the strings of her magical zither, and enchanting notes floated out, creating a gust of wind in the air to deflect the flying sword!

A moment later, the ripples of sound waves created a gust of wind that swept the flying sword backward, throwing it and the disciple with the flying sword out of the arena.

Given that their cultivation levels are roughly the same, it is clear that this stringed magic weapon is far more powerful than the flying sword.

……

"Wind, flowers, snow, and moon!"

A female disciple gently shook the flower basket magic weapon, and the petals fluttered down like snowflakes, each petal filled with a tragic and murderous intent!

"Solid as a rock!"

The male disciple opposite him had a resolute face. He planted his legs in a horse stance, lowered his center of gravity, and his whole body shone with an earthy yellow luster, like a rock.

He seemed to become one with the ring floor.

Petals fell from the sky.

The male disciple stood calmly among them, his clothes were torn, but his strong muscles were unmarked.

He was a body cultivator!

The female disciple immediately showed a look of resentment, thinking, "What a crude and uncouth man!"

She excels at large-scale, dense attacks, but cannot break through defenses by focusing on a single point. What she hates most are body cultivators who are both stubborn and unyielding.

……

"Chichi!"

The two disciples' spells clashed fiercely, their fire and metal magic intertwining and emitting hissing sounds.

Fire overcomes metal.

With both sides having similar cultivation levels, the metal-element disciple's spells became much less powerful, causing him to retreat steadily and ultimately lose.

……

The competition proceeded in an orderly manner.

Lu Zaian below was truly amazed, his eyes following every clash of spells and battle of magical artifacts, he was overwhelmed by the sights.

There are so many details in a battle between cultivators at the Qi Refining stage.

Those with equally matched magical abilities would immediately exchange more than ten spells, neither willing to give in.

There are also those who rely on magical treasures to overcome the weak, even when their cultivation is insufficient, they use treasures to make up for it.

Alternatively, techniques, moves, and attributes may counter each other, often resulting in a swift and decisive victory over the opponent, or the defeat of the opponent.

At this moment, Lu Zaian was like a dry sponge, constantly absorbing valuable combat experience.

The disciples' combat strategies, methods, timing of attacks, and coordination of magical artifacts are all worth careful observation.

If this were a game, you would see "Insight +1" constantly appearing above Lu Zaian's head.

"I really didn't expect this. It seems everyone is really serious about the rewards."

Suddenly, Han Pangzi's somewhat muffled voice came from behind.

Lu Zaian turned around in surprise, only to be startled.

"Holy crap, Senior Brother Han, what are you doing?"

What a fat Han!

At this moment, Fatty Han was completely covered by a layer of solid, airtight golden armor, like an indestructible fortress.

Even the armor itself was just a piece of transparent glass.

The golden armor was somewhat bulky, engraved with several flying dragons in motion, and also somewhat ornate and shiny.

On the shoulder armor, two menacing golden dragon patterns crisscross the back, their heads vying for a round treasure mirror in the chest cavity!

The sunlight shone down, making the entire golden armor glitter and almost blinding Lu Zaian.

"Hehe, the Golden Dragon Armor is made up of five separate Tier 1 high-grade helmets, breastplates, chest protectors, arm guards, and leg armor. It's comparable to a Tier 1 top-grade magic weapon!"

"How about it, isn't it awesome?"

"...Damn, Senior Brother Han, you're going to participate?"

Lu Zaian squinted to avoid being blinded by the reflection of the armor.

"Hehe, of course."

Han the Fat Man, hidden beneath his golden armor, let out a deep, muffled chuckle.

"I didn't have this idea before, but after earning some spirit stones with Junior Brother Lu, I had someone forge this set of golden dragon armor."

Anyway, I frequently travel in and out of the Black Soil Mountains. With the recent rampage of the bandit cultivators, this armor is enough to protect me even if I don't use it in the competition.

Lu Zaian's lips twitched. Good heavens!

Wearing this golden armor and strolling around outside, are you afraid that the Jie Xiu won't know you're a fat sheep?

However, on the other hand, with this top-tier armor, it seems quite difficult for anyone below the Foundation Establishment stage to break through it.

"Athle B, Han Yu and Shi Junfei!"

At that moment, a sound came from Arena B.

Upon hearing this, Fatty Han straightened up and smugly patted the breastplate on his chest, making a clanging sound.

"Junior Brother Lu, watch my performance! I guarantee a win!"

The next moment, Fatty Han walked onto the arena wearing a suit of gleaming golden armor, immediately attracting the attention of countless disciples.