Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

"Ha! Brother Lu, your grand-disciple is quite impressive! He can directly smash a dragon elephant to death! Just my style, Old Fan!" Fan Chongshan clapped his hands in hearty praise.

Lu Tianying chuckled smugly, "Don't let Yuanjing's quiet demeanor fool you, he's incredibly capable! A mere dragon elephant is nothing to him!"

Fan Chongshan's eyes lit up. "Dragon elephants are nothing! Then when he takes the stage, won't he be on a rampage!"

Lu Tianying recalled Zhang Yuanjing's previous statement and smiled, "That's a given!"

Not far away, Qiu Wuying couldn't help but sneer, "Winning a round by luck, and he acts like he's invincible! Strength isn't something you can just brag about!"

Lu Tianying laughed heartily, "Fellow Daoist Qiu, a bet's a bet, hand over the Sword-Drawing Pill!"

Qiu Wuying took out a jade bottle, reluctantly tossed it to Lu Tianying, and said with a gloomy face, "Since Fellow Daoist Lu is so sure he can win again, how about we make another bet!"

A brilliant smile appeared on Lu Tianying's face, and he nodded repeatedly, "Since Fellow Daoist Qiu is so eager to give me treasures, I naturally can't refuse! What's the bet?"

Qiu Wuying almost choked with anger upon hearing this, and said resentfully, "Let's bet on whether Zhang Yuanjing can achieve a three-连胜! If he wins, I, Qiu, will give you a piece of Hundred-Refined Black Iron. Conversely, the same applies!"

Hundred-Refined Black Iron is obtained by Foundation Establishment cultivators using their Golden Core fire to repeatedly refine black iron a hundred times. It is an important material for refining high-grade magical treasures. Generally speaking, all Foundation Establishment cultivators can do this. However, because this kind of refining requires extremely high-quality Core fire, only Foundation Establishment cultivators in the later stages or above can successfully refine it a hundred times.

Lu Tianying shook his head, "Exchanging a Hundred-Refined Black Iron for three consecutive victories? This stake is a bit petty and not worthy of the stage! Fellow Daoist Qiu, are you afraid of losing and can't come up with anything better?"

Qiu Wuying's face flushed red, and he retorted, "I think it's Fellow Daoist Lu who lacks confidence and doesn't dare to bet!"

Lu Tianying raised his hand, a sword in his grip, and said proudly, "My sword is named Zhuo Tian, and it can be considered above high-grade. Fellow Daoist Qiu, do you have anything that can match it?"

Qiu Wuying had lost a 'Wave of Light' sword last time, which he felt quite pained by. Of course, as someone from a major sect, a high-grade magical treasure wasn't enough to cripple him. He wasn't without high-grade magical treasures in his storage bracelet, but with the competition about to begin, every high-grade magical treasure could potentially save his life at a critical moment.

His hesitation immediately drew the contempt of Fan Chongshan, "Fellow Daoist Qiu, if you want to bet, you need to be able to put up and let go. Your behavior is unbecoming, you shouldn't bet with others, it just makes people look down on you."

Qiu Wuying wanted to retort, but couldn't find a reason for a moment.

At this moment, a voice came from the side, "Fellow Daoist Lu, what do you think, can this jade seal of mine match your Zhuo Tian sword?"

Lu Tianying followed the voice and couldn't help but smile, saying, "So it's Fellow Daoist Yu from the Profound Serenity Palace. Is this seal perhaps the Qin King Subduing Demon Seal that Fellow Daoist used to be famous for?"

A blue-robed cultivator who looked only thirty years old approached the three, smiling and said, "Indeed, it is this seal. What does Fellow Daoist Lu think?"

This person's facial features were like carvings, each one exquisitely formed, and when combined, they had a detached and ethereal quality that made people feel close to him at first sight.

"Of course, it's very good. Fellow Daoist Yu also wants to make a bet?" Lu Tianying asked.

The relationship between the Thousand Swords Sect and the Profound Serenity Palace was no longer a secret in the Hengduan Mountains. Of course, there was also controversy about this within the Profound Serenity Palace, and not all Nascent Soul cultivators agreed to accept the Thousand Swords Sect as an ally.

The blue-robed cultivator nodded, "Your sect's Zhang Fellow Daoist has profound cultivation and powerful methods. Three consecutive victories should be no problem. Let Yu offer this seal as a prize. If he wins, it will belong to him. If he doesn't win, he doesn't need to give me anything."

Fan Chongshan smiled contemptuously and said bluntly, "Nephew Zhang is fighting for our human race, why does he need Yu Guangchen's prize! A bet is a bet, don't do these fancy things! You have a Demon-Subduing Seal, and I have a Demon-Reflecting Mirror! I'll bet the Void Sun Demon-Reflecting Mirror with you!"

There has always been a legend in the Central Region of the three great Golden Core Supremes, referring to Han Longfa of the Heavenly Dao Sect, Yu Guangchen of the Profound Serenity Palace, and Tan Yuqian of the Heavenly Capital Sect, saying that these three have reached the extreme of Golden Core, the supreme of this realm, and can be undefeated below Nascent Soul.

Of course, this is the self-praise of the Central Region cultivators. There are so many hidden experts in the five regions of the world. Not to mention those great sects in the Eastern Region, even Fan Chongshan is not convinced. Unless he fights him and wins, he will never admit the so-called three great Golden Core Supremes.

On the stone platform, Zhang Yuanjing couldn't hear the surrounding sounds, nor did he know about Lu Tianying's bet. He took the dragon elephant's inner core, dug out three sharp horns and two jade-like translucent ivory tusks, and cut off several pieces of good meat from its corpse, putting them into the spirit beast bag, leaving them for Ape Thirteen and the Azure-Eyed Suanni Beast to eat.

This action was naturally seen by the surrounding demon beasts, which made them roar in anger. If there were no arena separating them, they would have pounced on him and torn Zhang Yuanjing into pieces.

Zhang Yuanjing didn't care, cleaned up the blood mist on the arena, and began to take pills and meditate to recover.

The next day, the demon race sent another beast, a black tiger with a head as big as a cow, a long and thin tail, barbs on its back, and scales covering its abdomen. Its eyes were red, with a bit of evil, a bit of cruelty, and a bit of cunning.

This was a Black-Scaled Tiger demon, one of the strongest types among the tiger groups in the Hengduan Mountains.

Zhang Yuanjing didn't attack rashly. He didn't have many offensive methods, so he would save as many as he could for emergencies.

The Black-Scaled Tiger was strong, fast, and had a sturdy armor with no obvious weaknesses, making it extremely difficult to deal with.

As soon as it stepped onto the stone platform, it began to circle around Zhang Yuanjing, looking for an opportunity to attack. Zhang Yuanjing used earth as armor, supplemented by the Source Stone, standing still and waiting for the enemy.

The Black-Scaled Tiger circled a few times and didn't find any obvious loopholes in Zhang Yuanjing's defense, so it launched several strong attacks, moving extremely fast when charging and even faster when retreating. The power of its claws was also not small, causing the earth armor on Zhang Yuanjing's body to tremble constantly, with dust falling.

However, these attacks couldn't hurt Zhang Yuanjing. As long as the tiger didn't attack his vital points, he wouldn't dodge, and he wouldn't use any magical treasures or defensive small spells. And if the tiger wanted to attack his vital points, it would have to take risks, which would naturally leave openings.

The black tiger attacked several times without success, so it shrank back again, still adopting a circling tactic. Zhang Yuanjing remained in place, closed his eyes and rested, looking like he was in complete control.

The black tiger couldn't bear it and began to launch attacks again, mostly three or five probes, then attacking his neck or head once with its claws, but not decisively.

Zhang Yuanjing used his hand as a pillar, condensed earth into a shield, and directly collided with the black tiger's claws attacking his head and neck, blocking them back forcefully.

The black tiger tried several times but failed to find an opportunity to break through, so it shrank back again, still adopting a circling tactic.

Zhang Yuanjing was the defending side. As long as he didn't lose, the time spent was all for the human race, so the black tiger's fighting style suited him. If it didn't attack, he wouldn't move. If it probed, he would defend firmly. If it took risks, he would counterattack. In this way, the black tiger was almost helpless unless it risked its life.

The one man and one tiger fought from morning to night, with no more than ten truly fierce and intense confrontations, and the rest passed in the black tiger's feigned attacks.

The surrounding cultivators and demon beasts all felt bored, and there were bound to be those who cheered and made noise.

Zhang Yuanjing was in the arena's great formation, so he couldn't hear these sounds, and even if he could, he wouldn't care. He had already made up his mind to take the initiative in this battle and not be controlled by any force, whether that force belonged to the demon race or the human race!