This is how immortals are cultivated

This is wrong!

This is totally wrong!

Are the people in the Jin family crazy? In a dispute over the head of the family, a dispute over the representative of the secular family, they would invite such a monster?

If he hadn't told him, he would have thought that he was participating in the great battle between the Dao veins.

I really am just here to work!

What on earth did the fourth daughter of the Jin family pay you? Why do you do this?

Everyone shows off their skills in a friendly manner, praises each other, and everyone has face. Isn't such a harmonious ending better?

When Mr. Gong was about to go crazy, Fang Suichu on the stage had already started to state his battle topic.

"Honestly speaking, I am just an ordinary person, and I don't have any exquisite skills when it comes to magic."

Fang Suichu said this very sincerely, and he really revealed his true feelings.

He has reached the realm of innate training, but has not yet developed any powerful mechanical skills.

On the other hand, although Guidao Lingmi is a group of monsters and demons, they have been able to develop many mechanical skills.

After all, I am just a numerical monster with ugly numbers, while most of those present here, especially those participating in the battle, are noble mechanical monsters.

If it weren't for his firm determination to spread love in this world, Fang Suichu would have almost felt inferior.

"So, the theme of my fight is simple and direct. In my hometown, there's a slapping fight where people slap each other until one of them can't take it anymore. My fight is inspired by that."

"Let's chop each other down. Whoever gives up first will lose."

With every word Fang Suichu said on the stage, Mr. Gong's face became paler, until it was extremely pale, without any blood at all.

Slap....

Cut each other with a knife....

No, man, do you know what you're talking about?

Do you know how terrifying your words are?

The multi-armed Taoist priest came from a higher Taoist lineage than himself, had a more profound cultivation than himself, and had cultivated more Dharma bones than himself.

However, the multi-armed Taoist brother was chopped into pieces by a single blow.

Here is the precedent, buddy, can I still keep my body intact after you kill me?

Even if we take a step back and say that you are just a glass cannon with high attack and low defense...who the hell would believe that!

The second battle was against Zai Ling. He swallowed so many horrible poisons, but nothing happened to him. Do you think I'm blind?

This isn't some Dharmakaya or spiritual organ, but rather a spiritual secret that has reached an extremely deep level, close to the 'Dharma Body'.

Can I break your defense with one move?

In Mr. Gong's eyes, the content of the battle proposed by Fang Suichu, combined with what the other party had said before, could determine the winner in this battle.

Mr. Gong knew that this fight was aimed at taking his life.

"I surrender!"

Mr. Gong admitted defeat without even thinking.

This is no longer a matter of face and reputation, but a matter of life and death.

However, just when Mr. Gong was about to admit defeat, a pair of eyes were staring at him.

That extremely cold and stern gaze, like death.

"You admit defeat without even getting on stage, what kind of thing is that? If you tell others about it, they'll think there's something fishy going on in this fight..."

"Mr. Gong, don't be so disrespectful. Come up quickly. We have already had a meal. Let's finish the feast quickly."

That look put enormous pressure on Mr. Gong, making his body extremely stiff, but he still had his sanity. He had made up his mind not to go on stage no matter what.

Turning his somewhat stiff neck, Mr. Gong could only look towards the organizer of the fight, Jin Chengqian who was also on the stage, as if asking for help, and cast a look as if asking for help.

Jin Chenggan naturally noticed Mr. Gong's request for help. He looked at Fang Suichu and sighed.

"Mr. Fang, please forgive others when you can..."

"Your actions, with two out of fifteen already gone, are really putting me in a very difficult position..."

The fifteen spiritual secrets that were painstakingly gathered together, when used as nourishment, were enough for the ancestor to obtain extremely abundant resources.

Even if two are removed, the standard can be met. If one more is lost, it will be a bit difficult.

"Is it difficult?"

Hearing Jin Chengqian's words, Fang Suichu turned his head, and his dark eyes fixed on Jin Chengqian.

Jin Chenggan did feel tremendous pressure. It felt like he was facing a terrifying monster hidden in the darkness, whose shape was unknown.

Jin Chenggan couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but when his hand under the wide sleeves touched the object in the sleeves, he calmed down again.

"My fourth sister has invited you here, which has indeed caused a lot of complications. If this is the case, you might as well just die outside."

"It's a little different from the plan. It's a little early now, but it's enough."

When Jin Chengqian finished speaking, all the strange cultivators present felt a palpitation in their hearts and a tightness in their chests. It was as if the sky was falling, and something extremely heavy was pressing on their hearts.

"Everyone, my Jin family wants to lend you something..." Jin Chenggan smiled and said.

This sentence was not said to Fang Suichu, but to the people present.

PS: My cat’s broken system crashed again. I could have posted it earlier.

Chapter 65 Let’s see how long you can hold on

Among the many strange cultivators present, the Confucian scholar was the first to notice something was wrong.

He had the highest family background here and had studied in the "Academy" in the capital of Wu State. At this moment, a heavy sense of foreboding came to his mind, and his inspiration seemed to be obscured by a deep black fog, accompanied by a creepy and frightened feeling.

"Jin Chengqian, what are you doing!"

The Confucian scholar shouted sternly, and waved the wide sleeves of his Confucian robe. A puff of white smoke poured out from his sleeves, and in the blink of an eye it turned into several skeletons who were also wearing Confucian robes, but with white bones inside, holding green and yellow bamboo slips in their hands.

"What do you want to do... Didn't I tell you I'd lend you something?"

"I'll borrow your wisdom... and my life."

As he spoke, the eldest son of the Jin family, or the person who controlled the Jin family's lineage, had skin surging on his face like melting wax, his skin flowing like meat paste, and his eyes turned bronze.

When a strange cultivator displays such an inhuman appearance, it often means that he is about to take action and mobilize his supernatural powers.

A black cube the size of an inkstone fell out of his sleeve, and the next moment it was thrown into the sky over the open courtyard.

Like the black smoke released when burning coal, the dark smoke surged out from the block, surrounding it, causing it to expand in size until it eventually became the size of a monument.

The black smoke filled the sky, as if replacing the entire firmament. The reality began to become unstable, as if falling into some kind of demonic realm.

A subtle murmur sounded in the ears of many strange cultivators, accompanied by a strange low sound like fetal movement.

"Real weapon!"

The Confucian scholar was obviously well-informed and recognized what it was at a glance.

The strange ways of this world also have the skills of refining elixirs and weapons. After the death of a strange cultivator, his strange spiritual energy will often be released to form strange objects. For the strange cultivators of this world, these are also spiritual materials that can be used.

Of course, the quality of the strange weapons made from strange materials of different grades also varies greatly.

The strange weapon equivalent to the Spirit Induction Realm is called a spiritual weapon.

The equivalent of a mysterious weapon in the spiritual realm is called a secret weapon.

Above the spiritual secrets, the strange weapon equivalent to the true evil realm is called the "true weapon".

There is a huge difference between a real weapon and a secret weapon. A real weapon can even give birth to some kind of strange spirit.

In a truly top-grade Taoist lineage, the Taoist master can die, but the real weapon must never fail, because it represents the foundation and is the thing that suppresses luck.

It is obvious that the Jin family, with only a spiritual secret lineage, cannot possess a real weapon.

Black smoke billowed down, engulfing the entire courtyard. Tables and stone platforms vanished, leaving only the numerous treacherous cultivators. The black, turbid air settled, transforming the surrounding reality into a chaotic egg.

The scholar thought of something else, and his expression changed drastically: "This is... the Black Sky Transformation Divine Stele!"

"You actually got involved with the White Lotus Demon!"

The scholar screamed, as if he had recognized the real thing. There was even more fear in his words, as if this real thing held some kind of great terror.

After hearing the Confucian scholar's words, many strange cultivators became even more panicked, obviously knowing the effect of the Divine Monument of Transformation.

But this black strange domain finally took shape. The three white bone skeletons summoned by the Confucian scholar did not break out of this strange domain. Instead, when they touched the black turbid air, they gradually dissolved into it.

"No! This isn't the real fetal transformation monument!"

Seeing his own supernatural powers slowly dissolving, the Confucian scholar seemed to have an epiphany.

"Let's not even talk about how the White Lotus Demon Sect's real weapon would be lent to an outsider. If it was really the murder weapon, I would have turned into a pool of pus by now."

"This is a replica!"

"What an insight! After all, you're from an academy..."

Jin Chenggan's voice echoed in this strange place, rising and falling, appearing and disappearing, and his direction was no longer known.

"However, even though it's just a replica, it still carries a hint of the true meaning of the original. Even if it can't kill you right now, the result will be the same in a moment."

Black, turbid energy flowed through the air. The spirit secrets were fine, holding on tightly to themselves and maintaining their path. But the younger spirit guides brought here by the spirit secrets to witness the ceremony were in dire straits. They felt their spiritual energy leaking out uncontrollably, and even their own selves were struggling to maintain control.

The shocking changes in the Jin family were something that no one could have imagined before the strange cultivators came here.

"Don't even think about escaping. Since my Jin family dares to do this, we will definitely not leave any room for maneuver."

While many strange cultivators were barely holding on, Jin Chengqian, who was in charge of the replica of the real weapon, kept speaking, saying heart-wrenching words to shake everyone's defenses.

Even though the sound was right in front of them, as if they could attack Jin Chenggan with just a move, no one dared to do anything in this situation.

Since this imitation is a replica of the real thing, it naturally has a terrifying sealing effect. Whenever someone makes a move and reveals some of his own spiritual inspiration, that inspiration will quickly flow out and dissolve into this.

But at this moment, in the dark and strange area, a ray of light lit up.

The cold blade light slashed towards a certain direction with a murderous intent that seemed to split the sky and split the earth.

With this slash, even the endlessly pervasive deep black air stopped for a moment, as if it was going to split this strange area in half.

"This is...."

If it had been before, the strange cultivators would have felt terrified and retreated away when they saw the sword light filled with annihilation and murderous intent.

However, in such a dangerous situation, when they saw the sharp sword light and the slender figure in the blue Taoist robe, the strange cultivators felt as if they had seen their relatives and saviors.

The sword light was finally lost in the dark airflow, but the cracks created by the black turbid air did not recover for a long time.

Jin Chengqian's persuasive words paused for a moment, and after a moment, a voice filled with some doubt and uncertainty rang out:

"Can you see me?"

"I can't see it, but I can feel it..." Fang Suichu put down his arms.

Although the black air obscured the foreground, he could still sense the black stele hanging high above on the left side in front of him, and the location of Jin Chengqian behind it.

Jin Chengqian's face looked a little unhappy at this time.

Although he had seen Fang Suichu's sword strike during the fight, facing it head-on was another matter.

The cold blade light seemed to sacrifice its own body and soul, making him feel a sense of panic as if he was about to fall into extinction.

However, the knife did not hit him in the end, but was blocked by the black square monument.

"Good, good! It's indeed a replica of the real thing, and indeed it has a hint of the true meaning of the real disaster."

"True Evil...After today, my Jin family will also be able to produce a True Evil 'True Person'."

Jin Chengqian laughed loudly, then looked down at the many strange cultivators struggling below.

Fang Suichu can be said to stand out from the crowd, his posture is still upright and his expression is still calm.

But in Jin Chengqian's eyes, this scene was just a bluff.

"Under normal circumstances, I would definitely stay away from someone like you."

"But now that you've made your move, your spiritual energy is flowing. I want to see how long you can hold on."