Chapter 950

Chapter 950: The Old Soldier

Xu Fan looked at his good disciple Han Feiyu and felt a wave of emotion. It’s true, the environment really shapes a person.

If Han Feiyu had joined a small sect full of cutthroat competition and endless scheming, constantly moving around might have shaped him into someone like Han Tianzun.

But now, he’s in a sect that feels like a family, where brothers and sisters support and care for each other. His master is a peak master of the sect, and he’s been greatly favored by his Master Ancestor, the strongest in the sect.

What’s more, the entire sect doesn’t even glance at the endless wealth he has; even when he wants to give something away, he needs a good reason.

In such a place, running around aimlessly doesn’t make much sense. He can cultivate peacefully within the sect, guided by an extraordinary Master Ancestor, surrounded by trustworthy brothers and sisters, and with the Tree of All Things that can create anything he desires.

With all this, wandering around elsewhere would just seem odd.

"Go ahead, pick a suitable opponent. After you return to the sect, you can go out and train for a thousand years," Xu Fan said.

"Yes, Master Ancestor," Han Feiyu replied.

Hearing that he would train in the Immortal Realm for a thousand years, Han Feiyu first felt a bit of reluctance, but then his eyes grew determined.

He’s been in the nurturing environment of the sect for too long, leaving him with high cultivation and talent but without the ability to fully use his fighting strength.

Han Feiyu focused and started choosing his opponents at various spatial arenas.

Not long after, Han Feiyu returned to Xu Fan’s side, holding the rewards from conquering the arena.

At the same time, Xu Fan and his group caught the attention of other true immortals in the dojo. Some were curious, some looked down on them, and others seemed unconvinced. But many looked at them with admiration, and a few sociable true immortals came over to chat.

Just then, a grand voice echoed through the palace dojo once more.

"Dear friends, our merchant association is opening 10 arenas, all featuring the outstanding talents nurtured by our Outer Wind Hall. Anyone who can conquer these arenas will be richly rewarded."

"Here they go again, trying to fish for talent. Making friends with these talents is one thing, but recruiting them isn’t so easy."

"Don’t say that. The Tianding Merchant Association has no shortage of celestial tools, Spiritual Treasures, or Immortal Jade resources."

"True, but wild talents aren’t that common; it’s more like they’re shearing sheep."

Hearing this, the cultivators watching the spectacle in the dojo started chatting.

Ten massive spatial arenas rose in the center of the dojo, each spanning ten thousand miles.

"No wonder it’s a postnatal Spiritual Treasure. Just look at the size of these spatial arenas," Xu Fan said admiringly.

"Master, after Grape fused with the Peach Blossom Spring Map, it wouldn’t be inferior to this palace’s postnatal Spiritual Treasure," Grape’s voice echoed in Xu Fan’s mind.

"The road is long and the burden heavy; we’ll take it slow. We’ve just arrived in the Immortal Realm, and our sect’s foundation is still too weak," Xu Fan replied softly.

At that moment, each spatial arena was occupied by a true immortal wearing an Outer Wind Hall robe, exuding an aura as if they’d emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, their expressions cold and their gazes sharp as blades.

To the true immortals watching around the arena, they felt like ants.

"Master, I’m going to test my skills," Xu Gang said, stepping forward to challenge the arena.

"Don’t be the first to stick your neck out; let’s watch first," Xu Fan advised.

A gentle force pushed Xu Gang back.

“Master has asked Senior Brother to wait a bit. The atmosphere isn’t right yet; even if you win now, it won’t be impressive,” Li Xingci explained with a smile beside him.

“Then I’ll wait a bit,” Xu Gang said, glancing at the true immortal on the arena, battle intent flickering in his eyes.

He sensed a kinship within the aura of that true immortal.

The true immortal being stared at also felt Xu Gang’s gaze and looked back with a challenging expression.

At that moment, many true immortals who had just conquered the arena rushed forward to challenge, but they were all quickly knocked off the platform.

“Dear friends, there are at least 100,000 here; is there no one who would dare to conquer our arena?”

The defending true immortal, with the most vibrant aura, held a long spear and provocatively looked down at the true immortals below, as if his face shouted that they were all worthless.

“Is the atmosphere right yet?” Xu Gang rubbed his hands and asked.

“Almost there, just a little longer, Senior Brother,” Li Xingci replied from the side.

Xu Gang said nothing; he quietly gazed at the most arrogant defending true immortal, beneath a calm exterior lay a volcano ready to erupt.

At that moment, a true immortal stepped confidently onto the arena.

“Wan Sheng Immortal Sect, Lin Wushuang.”

A tall true immortal with a strong presence appeared, and soon, intricate celestial scripts floated around him, forming thick heavy armor. He also wore a massive pair of celestial tool gauntlets on his hands.

“You’re one of the hundred true disciples of this generation from Wan Sheng Immortal Sect. I’ve read your information; you seem pretty average,” the defending true immortal said to Lin Wushuang, his expression calm as if stating something very ordinary.

“Then your assumption might be wrong,” Lin Wushuang replied, as a massive heavy earth Law Form Golden Body emerged and punched towards the defending true immortal.

In an instant, thunder and fire erupted, and the entire arena space began to stir.

The furious Lin Wushuang, a master of boxing, caused the space to shake with each punch.

The defending true immortal, whose face remained calm but slightly provocative, continued to block Lin Wushuang’s heavy punches with spear thrusts.

“Windless!”

In that moment, the space seemed to freeze, with only a gentle breeze passing through.

The defending true immortal’s Law Form shattered like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the interior wall of the arena formation.

“Master Ancestor, do you think Lin Wushuang can win?” Jian Wujie asked from the side.

“He can’t win. Although their realms and cultivation are similar, how can a newcomer compete with a seasoned warrior who has been through countless battles?” Xu Fan observed the situation on the arena.

Indeed, in Xu Fan’s eyes, Lin Wushuang, who held the advantage in the arena, appeared like an inexperienced recruit lacking battle-hardened experience; the only praise he could give was that his usual training appeared quite good.

On the spatial arena, Lin Wushuang’s heavy earth Law Form Golden Body gazed cautiously at the defending true immortal sliding down from the formation’s inner wall.

His last thunder technique only displayed two-tenths of its power against the defending true immortal.

“You hundred true disciples of this generation haven’t seen the battlefield outside, have you?” the defending true immortal with the celestial tool spear stood up and said, casting a more appreciative glance at Lin Wushuang.

“Your fighting strength is decent; someone like you would easily survive on the battlefield.

“However, as an old soldier, let me give you a lesson.”

Without warning, the defending true immortal vanished, only to reappear before Lin Wushuang’s golden form, transformed into a Law Form Golden Body of equal size, holding a spear that seemed capable of piercing the skies. It struck directly through Lin Wushuang’s Law Form Golden Body, sending him flying out of it.

The celestial tool spear thrust into Lin Wushuang’s celestial spirit.