Crossing into Immortal Cultivation

  Xu Ziqing was here to advise Su Xun, actually a good intention, but Su Xun knew he was kind, yet felt embarrassed and hated that he couldn't have kept his mouth shut earlier.

  The tube in mid-air shook again, and two more divining sticks flew out to left and right.

  Su Xuan stood up and said: "Zi Qing brother, look quickly, the second round has also selected opponents for a duel!"

  Xu Ziqing turned his head to look back and indeed two more people walked out of the seat and stood in the great hall.

  Su Xun saw that he had successfully shifted the topic, and secretly wiped away a bead of sweat. He smiled and said: "This time's gamble, let Zi Qing brother guess first."

  Xu Ziqing thought he was a bit dissatisfied in his heart, so he smiled with a very good 'nature': "Alright then."

  The two of them came to watch again, each going to compare the strengths and weaknesses of the two sides.

  This time, two men took the stage, also with a cultivation base of ten layers of Lianqi that caused the Purple Light to emanate from the Gathering Spirit Treasure.

  One man was nine feet tall, a robust and majestic figure with a tiger's back and bear's waist, but he had no weapon in his hand; the other was slender, with thin eyebrows and lips, and a red long whip wrapped around his waist.

  That nine-foot tall Han man clenched his fists: "Qian Tian Men, Roar!"

  The slender eyebrow and thin-lipped man drew out a long whip and cracked it loudly: "Lei Huo Pai's Xiao Zi Mo."

  Luó Hǒu and Diāo Zǐ Mò are both men, who seem to have had a past encounter with each other. As they face off, their eyes are filled with vigilance.

  The spiritual energy of both sides surged around their bodies, gradually forming two enormous whirlpools that collided in mid-air!

  "Boom!"

  Both whirlpools were shattered, Luo Hou arched his back and heavily pounded the ground with both fists! However, his feet remained firmly in place, without moving an inch. Xiangzi Mo, on the other hand, took a step back, his spine straight as a rod.

  This time it was indeed half a catty and eight taels, fighting evenly matched.

  Xu Ziqing also couldn't help but focus, while sinking his consciousness into the seal: "Yun brother, this is my first time seeing such a battle. Are you probing?"

  Yun Liao said with a nod, "Yes," and continued, "Since their cultivation is similar, aura becomes especially important."

  Xu Ziqing secretly made a mental note, thinking: Indeed, at the beginning of the fight, if one can suppress the opponent from the start, they will surely gain the upper hand. And for the opponent to regain the initiative, it would be extremely difficult.

  He recalled that when his good friend Yun Liao fought against others, the aura was almost enough to freeze people's souls, let alone resist, even struggling a bit was impossible. Although it can be said that there is strength oppression, how do you know there isn't any intimidation from momentum? Indeed, he needs to learn from this experience.

  Luó Hǒu and Diāo Zǐ Mò probed each other before Diāo Zǐ Mò steadied himself, his wrist shaking as he made the first move!

  That red whip suddenly danced out a residual shadow, and in an instant it transformed into hundreds and thousands of whip shadows, surrounding Luo Hou from all sides!

  Luo Hou still hadn't retrieved his magic tool, and with a loud crash, he slammed his fists together. Suddenly, a massive force burst forth from within him, forming a long dragon of spiritual energy that shook its head and swung its tail before pouncing straight into the whip's shadow to kill!

  The dragon is very agile, although it doesn't know which whip shadow is true and which one is false, but it rushes in recklessly! Soon, it dives into the surrounded whip shadows!

  The whip shadows were extremely dense, and just as the spiritual dragon's head was raised, thousands of them merged into one in an instant. Everyone's eyes saw a "flower", and when they came to their senses again, they saw that the long dragon had been tightly bound by a red-colored long whip, struggling restlessly in the middle.

  "Give me its neck and I'll strangle it!"

  That long whip instantly locked in place, brutally strangling the spiritual energy dragon's body, making it unable to reassemble!

  Luò Hǒu's face sank, he indeed knew that this dragon could not do anything to Xiǎo Zǐ Mò, but did not expect it to be so easily dispersed, which really surprised him.

  However, those who hold up the 'gate' of heaven have never feared the sharpness of the law!

  The two had already fought several rounds, and Su Xun exclaimed "What a wonderful show!" as he turned to Xu Ziqing and said: "Let's make another bet, Brother Ziqing, quickly choose one!"

  Xu Ziqing nodded after reading it and said, "I'll take care of that wicked Taoist then."

  Su Xun himself thought that Luo Hou was the one to watch, as his temperament had a few parts of violence and ferocity. He naturally liked those kinds of overbearing and powerful fellow practitioners, so he hastily spoke up: "I'll bet on Brother Luo, with such strength, he's sure to win!"

  Xu Ziqing smiled slightly: "You'll know later."

  The two men stopped talking and looked back at the hall again.

  The war between Naruo and Duan Zimu was already raging like wildfire.

  The disciples of the 'Gate of Heaven' have the most solid physical bodies, never relying on magical tools, but instead using their fists to resist. Suddenly, he charged forward, his two fists raised high, about to smash onto Xiezi Mo's head!

  Di Zi Mo was not flustered or busy, with a long whip wrapped around him. He was fiercely whipping towards the fist, while his body leaned forward and his legs crossed over, already dodging the frontal attack.

  "Hah!"

  But just then, Luo let out a loud roar and with his right fist striking the long whip, his left fist changed its move, using force to grab onto the tail of the whip!

  The next moment, he was stiff in shape and fell to the ground, retreating continuously for seven or eight steps!

  The crowd was shocked, and the long whip in Xiezi Mo's hand was clearly a top-grade magic weapon. It was originally extremely sharp, but after Luo Hou's punch landed, not only did it retreat continuously, but the fist also had a patch of charred blackness on it!

  Xiao Zi Mo's lips slightly curled up, a long red whip cracked with a loud "crackling" sound. Upon closer inspection, the whip was covered in blue-purple electric arcs, crackling incessantly.

  It was only then that everyone realized that his whip had electricity on it.

  "That's lightning!"

  "Di Zi Mo is actually able to attach lightning to his artifact, I don't know how he did it?"

  "No wonder he's a high-ranking disciple of the Lei Huo Sect, he can actually summon lightning! Luo Hou is probably going to lose for sure..."

  "Brother Luo, your luck is really bad!"

  The monks saw this and were all discussing it.

  Even Tang Wenfei seemed somewhat unexpected.

  "What kind of skill is this?" Xu Ziqing exclaimed in surprise.

  He thought for a moment and said, "It should be a remnant of the 'Heart Sutra of Ten Thousand Thunderclaps' that has been passed down."

  Xu Ziqing listened to Yun Liao's narration, only then did he understand that all thunderbolt techniques were mostly derived from the "Wàn Léi Xīn Jīng" (Ten Thousand Thunder Heart Scripture). However, this "Wàn Léi Xīn Jīng" was a legendary qigong method that had long been lost, leaving behind only many fragmented pieces. These fragments were carefully supplemented and developed by various sects of the Orthodox School, giving rise to numerous thunderbolt techniques.

  However, not everyone can learn Reiki.

  It is well known that there are countless methods under heaven, but ultimately they all fall within the Five Elements.

  Lei Fa is an extremely difficult technique, and some demon beasts have this innate divine ability. However, if a cultivator wants to practice it, the requirements for their talent and spiritual root are extremely high.

  For example, first of all, you need to have both water and fire spirits at the same time, and it must be that the fire spirit root is thicker than the water spirit root. Otherwise, you can't practice thunder methods either.

  Secondly, those who practice Lei Fa must first introduce the natural thunder into their spiritual root and endure the suffering of being scorched by the thunder fire. After repeated refinement, they still need to comprehend the natural thunder path before they can proceed.

  The two points mentioned above, one relies on innate talent, and the other requires not only talent but also ruthlessness and perseverance, so those who can truly master the art of thunder are extremely rare.

  Once having achieved some small success, not only can one gain an advantage in many future calamities, but also among people of the same cultivation level, one can sweep away all opposition.

  The moment Lei Fa appeared, this duel was no longer in doubt.

  Luō Hǒu was indeed very powerful, and his physical body was also extremely strong. However, Duān Zǐ Mò had learned the Thunder Technique, so after three rounds of fighting, Duān Zǐ Mò struck out with a thunder whip, and Luō Hǒu was defeated!

  Xiaozi Mo put away his long whip, and the corner of his eye slightly raised: "Wait until you've mastered the 'Gate' of 《Vajra Unbreakable Great Law》, then you'll have the qualifications to fight me."

  Luo Hou didn't dwell on it either, defeat was defeat, and he conceded with a carefree smile: "Let's fight again another time!"

  Di Zi Mo smiled and said: "By then my Thunder Arts will have made great progress, don't lose to me again."

  "Roar with fierce eyes, don't give an inch: 'Today's winner will be tomorrow's loser if you're not careful.'"

  The two men said a few words and then returned to their seats, also taking the winning or losing slips.

  Two consecutive games, both of which were extremely exciting, and the players on both sides also showed great sportsmanship, never resorting to any dirty tricks, naturally making all the spectators feel very satisfied.

  Then come the last two cultivators of the tenth layer of Qi Refining, one is Tian Yan 'Men' Shao 'Men' master Yan Bo Shang, who made the Ling Tong treasure appear with a deep purple light, almost only one line away from the foundation period; The other is Zhuo Han Yan, one of the only two 'female' among the six top masters.

  The last two of them had a flying sword hovering above their heads, with a hint of spirituality that seemed ordinary yet unmistakable.

  Su Yun, who had been enthusiastic all along, sighed at this time.

  Xu Ziqing thought he was annoyed because he had just lost another bet, but if he wanted to speak to comfort him, he was afraid of being suspected of showing off, and really didn't know how to start the conversation.

  Su Xun did not notice Xu Ziqing's predicament, but was very worried: "Brother Ziqing, I've lost two games in a row, and this game is likely to be lost again."

  Xu Ziqing was taken aback, it turned out that he wasn't annoyed about losing the bet... but why did he say that?

  Su Xun didn't wait for him to ask, and already had a bitter smile on his face: "This time, Zhuo Shixiong will definitely lose."

  Xu Ziqing suddenly realized.

  Indeed, Zhuo Han's cultivation is indeed 'refined' and deep. When they first gathered at the Ling Tong treasure, one person was deep purple, three people were medium purple, and two people were light purple. She and Ji Banlian were both female disciples, but Ji Banlian was only a light purple, while she was a medium purple, not inferior to the male disciples, showing that she is extraordinary.

  Unfortunately, the transportation is not good.

  The first two rounds were light purple vs light purple and medium purple vs medium purple, but only when it came to her was it medium purple vs dark purple.

  Yan Bo's current cultivation can be said to be the first person below the foundation building, and fighting against him, where does Zhuo Han have any chance of winning? Su Xun's worries are indeed not unreasonable.

  Su Xun continued, "Zhuo Shixiong is the most powerful expert among the younger generation of our Loose Cultivation Alliance and also the one who can take out the most. Although I know she's already lost, I still want to bet on her winning. Even if it means accompanying Brother Zi Qing for nine days of sparring, I'm willing."

  Xu Ziqing heard this and sighed inwardly. After a moment's thought, he said, "Ah Xun, my younger brother, your words are not quite right." He didn't wait for Ah Xun to respond before continuing, "Of course, Ah Xun is a member of the Scattered Cultivators' Alliance - does that mean I'm not? Since it's a competition between allies, naturally I also want to bet on her winning."

  He smiled and said: "In this case, all bets are on one side, no matter what, you and I are even."

  Su Xuan's eyes flashed with a hint of shock, and he also smiled: "Then... let's call it a draw!"

  The two guessed correctly, Zhuo Han Yan indeed lost.

  Even this time's comparison, the distinction between victory and defeat was unexpectedly swift.

  Just as the fight was about to begin, the two flying swords had just touched when Yan Bo Shang bent his fingers and shot out a single finger!

  A strong gust of wind passed by, and an invisible object hit Zhuo Han Yan's chest, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood. Her complexion suddenly turned pale.

  "True Yuan!" someone blurted out!