Wuliang Immortal Clan

"Before the start of today's arena battle, I, who have been presiding over the arena for decades, must ask, as you are all patriarchs of Qi Refining families, whether you wish to reconcile."

The tournament was hosted by the patriarch of another family who had no connection with the shores of South Lake. He had white hair and a white beard and looked quite ethereal.

At this moment, on the shore of South Lake, the three arenas were packed with people, with members of various families and independent cultivators all looking up and watching eagerly.

Xu Yuanlang followed He Yanjia to the scene, and the referee bowed to the crowd below.

"This is to be expected. Sometimes families regret their decisions, so they ask three times before the arena battle officially begins. If the question is asked three times, the contestant still has to go to the arena."

After that, regardless of victory or defeat, life or death, you will have to bear the consequences yourself.

He Qingsheng explained from the side, and next to him was He Wenzhi, who had the strength of the third level of Qi Refining. All three of them were going to the arena.

"The He family cannot reconcile."

"The Bai family will not reconcile."

"The Xi family is willing to reconcile."

"The Shui family is willing to reconcile."

Ok?

He Qingsheng was stunned for a moment, then looked up. Xu Yuanlang was a little confused, so he quickly explained from the side.

"The dispute over fishing grounds is related to the family's development over the next ten years, so reconciliation is rare in general. I didn't expect to encounter it this time."

Then, the two parties willing to reconcile proposed a settlement in the presence of many monks.

"Our two families are willing to divide the fishing grounds equally. We hereby swear that if either of us violates this oath, may heaven and earth cease to exist."

The two companies appeared to have already privately agreed on how to handle the fish farm, and the process was very smooth and quick.

"Neither of them was confident of victory, and they didn't have any deep-seated hatred for each other, so a reconciliation is normal."

He Qingsheng explained while trying to convince himself.

"Two clan leaders, if you lose, you will lose a fishing ground in the next ten years. You should think carefully."

"Baek Kyung-soo understands."

"He Yanjia knows."

The two family heads looked unusually determined as they finished their second round of questioning.

"Two clan leaders, swords and spears have no eyes on the arena. Wouldn't it be a pity if your fine young men were injured? Do you still want your clansmen to go up to the arena?"

After the third admonition, all the cultivators fell silent and looked at the two clan leaders. If the two listened to the advice now, their trip would have been in vain.

"Swords have no eyes. If someone gets hurt and dies, it's because our young men are not skilled enough. Of course, it also depends on whether Chief Bai is willing to step down."

He Yanjia spoke calmly with a cold expression.

"Haha, the He family isn't afraid, but do you think the men of our Bai family are afraid of death? Of course, our Bai family is unwilling to back down."

"Since both sides have made up their minds, there's nothing more to say. For the first match, please come up to the stage if you are both early-stage Qi Refining cultivators."

The onlookers breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and at that moment, many people moved among the cultivators in the crowd.

"Opening betting! Opening betting! Bet on He Jiasheng at 3 to 1, bet on Bai Jiasheng at 1.5 to 1!"

Once it was decided that they would go into the ring, the betting immediately began.

"I'm betting on the Bai family."

"I'm also betting on the Bai family, fifty spirit stones."

"Fifty spirit stones are not enough. I'll bet my entire fortune on Bai Jiasheng."

"I do trust the He family; they're not easy to mess with. I'll buy 100 spirit stones from them."

"Hmph, you've forgotten that the Bai family not only has members who are inner disciples of the Qingming Sect, but they also invited a member of the Cao family to help them this time."

I think the Bai family is destined to win this time. I'll borrow money and make a killing, even if it means betting my entire fortune.

The cultivators who ran the gambling den were now somewhat worried. They had all bet on the Bai family to win, and in the end, they might lose everything.

"I heard that the He family has also brought in an outside helper, so they must be quite confident."

"Yes, if they weren't confident, why would they insist on going into the ring?"

"The first match is between cultivators in the early stages of Qi Refining, which is a bit boring. By the way, what are the odds?"

"The He family will pay three times the amount, while the Bai family will pay one time the amount!"

"hiss!"

The cultivators present gasped in surprise, not expecting that even the Zhuang family was so pessimistic about the He family.

"Alright, I'll buy from the Bai family!"

"Me too!"

Despite the crowd's overwhelming demand for Bai family property, the He family members in the crowd were somewhat indignant, as they were willing to wager spirit stones on their own family.

On the arena, cultivators from both sides stepped onto the stage from one side.

He Wenzhi of the He family, Bai Daoqi of the Bai family.

Both of them were at the third level of Qi Refining. He Wenzhi remained silent, while Bai Daoqi had an honest and simple look on his face.

The two bowed to each other.

"Gentlemen, in the arena, fists and feet have no eyes; you can use anything, whether it's pills or spirit beasts."

However, self-destructing magical artifacts are not allowed. Violating the rules results in a loss. If one side falls out of the arena, it also results in a loss. Being unconscious also results in a loss.

Furthermore, if one side concedes defeat, the other side cannot continue attacking.

As the referee announced the rules, the cultivators present became increasingly quiet, and all eyes were focused on the arena. At the referee's command, both sides instantly sprang into action.

He Wenzhi held a long spear, but unexpectedly Bai Daoqi also wielded a spear. The two spears in their hands were like white ribbons, heading towards each other's throats.

Just as the blow was about to hit, Bai Daoqi suddenly changed his move, raising his spear like a serpent and striking He Wenzhi's spearhead hard.

He Wenzhi felt a tremendous force coming at him. He used the force to change his move, and with a flick of his wrist, the red tassels turned into phantoms, like lotus flowers slowly falling down.

"In the early stages of Qi Refining, spiritual energy is scarce and cannot be released externally, so using a long weapon is a good choice."

Xu Yuanlang watched the two fighting on the stage and nodded silently. They both seemed quite skilled, and their moves were ruthless and aimed at each other's vital points.

"Fellow Daoist He, I find He Wenzhi's spear technique quite extraordinary. Every move he makes carries the air of a master. He must have honed his skills for many years, right?"

Generally speaking, cultivators rarely practice swordsmanship or spear techniques. Wouldn't it be better to spend that time cultivating diligently and breaking through to the early stage of Qi Refining as soon as possible? After all, by the middle stage of Qi Refining, one can control magical artifacts and release spiritual power, making spear techniques less useful.

No matter how skillful your marksmanship is, if someone attacks from outside your firing range, you're completely helpless.

"Yes, Wen Zhi has been training for over twenty years, all for the purpose of using this arena."

Indeed, it seems that both companies have been preparing for this day for decades.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sounds of spears clashing on the arena blended together, keeping everyone on the edge of their seats.

The two families were there to determine the winner of this round, while the others were there for the betting.

"ha!"

Suddenly, He Wenzhi roared, his spear suddenly changed shape, and he charged straight into Bai Daoqi's spear shadow.

"Pfft!"

In an instant, he was shot three times in the chest and thigh, but this caught Bai Daoqi off guard, and Bai Daoqi's marksmanship became chaotic.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, He Wenzhi swept his sword sharply, and even though Bai Daoqi blocked it, his body was involuntarily sent flying out of the arena.