Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

259: Chapter 259 First, let’s demonstrate martial arts, then preach!For a Mortal, ten years is a long span of time.

But for the living beings rushing to Mount Buzhou from all corners of the Supreme Creation Daluo Grotto-Heaven at this moment, these ten years passed both quickly and slowly.

The current layout of the Mount Buzhou summit is vastly different from when it was still the Xiaoluo Cave Heaven.

The original platform has long since disappeared, replaced by a perfectly leveled circular summit.

In the center of the summit lies a massive Martial Arts Training Ground; the ground is not ordinary rock, but a translucent crystalline layer condensed from pure Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, smooth as a mirror and indestructible.

Surrounding the Martial Arts Training Ground are tiers of rising observation stands.

Every step is wide enough to place a table and a prayer mat, and the whole structure looks like a giant funnel inverted on the summit.

As for the size of the grounds, let’s put it this way: the Mount Buzhou summit during the Xiaoluo Cave Heaven period could hold about one million people.

Now, this circular summit wouldn’t feel crowded even with hundreds of millions of people standing on it.

Those able to ascend to the Mount Buzhou summit within ten years are naturally not ordinary characters.

At the very, very least, they must have the cultivation of the Soul Transformation Stage.

In a certain spot on the innermost circle of the observation stands, Xuan Chenzi and Yun Chenzi sat side by side.

Spiritual fruits and spiritual tea were placed on the table in front of them, but neither had touched them.

Xuan Chenzi had stepped down as the Xuan Chenzi of the Taiyi Dao Sect several years ago; now, like his Junior Martial Uncle Yun Chenzi, he held the title of Grand Elder, and his days were much more leisurely than when he was the Sect Master.

His cultivation had also naturally stepped into the Early Stage of the Mahayana in this leisure.

”Junior Martial Uncle.” Sect Master turned his head and whispered, ”This scene is much grander than I imagined.”

Yun Chenzi stroked his beard, his gaze sweeping over the dense crowd of figures on the circular summit.

He looked up at the faint, flickering Auras in mid-air, his expression as calm as water as he said:

”Longevity Dao Lord is now at the realm of the Immortal Emperor; how could a grand event hosted by him be small?”

Xuan Chenzi nodded and said nothing more.

Just then, two figures appeared out of thin air directly above the Martial Arts Training Ground.

One was dressed in a profound black robe with a cold and stern face, his Aura as deep as an abyss; this was Gu Yan’s evil body—Ming He.

The other was dressed in a moon-white robe with a gentle smile, his Aura upright and peaceful like a spring breeze; this was Gu Yan’s good body—Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang.

As the two External Incarnations appeared simultaneously, the over one hundred thousand people on the summit suddenly fell silent.

It wasn’t because they were scared, but due to that natural suppression of Aura, just like a Mortal standing beside a ten-thousand-foot waterfall; no one needs to shout for silence, one naturally holds their breath.

Ming He spoke first: ”This Daluo Dao Discourse and Martial Arts Conference will be hosted by Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang and me.”

Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang took over: ”We shall have the Martial Arts first, and then the Dao Discourse.”

”The Martial Arts will be divided into three rounds: the first round is the elimination round, the second is the ranking round, and the final round will determine the top one thousand.”

”The rules are simple: you must not take lives, and you must not destroy a person’s Dao foundation; everything else depends on your own ability.”

”Each of the top one thousand will be awarded one ten thousand dreams dao fruit, and those with higher rankings will receive additional rewards from Longevity Dao Lord himself.”

As his voice fell, the crystalline ground in the center of the Martial Arts Training Ground suddenly lit up with a soft glow.

Clearly defined arena areas divided themselves out, and each arena was shrouded in a layer of transparent Restriction light curtain.

This could prevent the aftermath of the battle from spilling over, without affecting the viewing of those on the observation stands.

”The first round of the elimination tournament, begin.”

Following Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang’s command, countless figures darted out from the observation stands and landed in their respective arenas.

Just then, a figure flew out from the innermost circle of the observation stands and came straight in front of the two.

The person was a man who looked to be about thirty years old, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, his Aura condensed and unscattered; his cultivation had reached the Late Stage of the Human Immortal.

It was Ming He’s Disciple, Feng Bage.

”Revered Master, Revered Master Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang.” Feng Bage bowed respectfully, the address rolling off his tongue easily.

Ming He was the Revered Master he had formally apprenticed to, and Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang was Gu Yan’s good body, so naturally, he was also a Revered Master; as for the True Body Gu Yan, he was even more so a Revered Master.

Anyway, they were a trinity, so no matter how he addressed them, it wouldn’t be wrong.

Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang smiled and said: ”Are you not going down to try?”

Feng Bage scratched his head and grinned: ”Disciple is at the Late Stage of the Human Immortal at least; if I were to go down in the first round, it would be too much of a bully.”

Just at this moment, another figure flew over from the direction of the observation stands.

It was a woman dressed in green, with a beautiful face and an ethereal temperament.

Her Aura was a notch stronger than Feng Bage’s, clearly already at the Early Stage of the Heavenly Immortal cultivation.

It was the Disciple personally taken in by the True Body Gu Yan—Shen Qingyi.

Back then, Gu Yan had sent her to a Middle Thousand Worlds to digest the tribulation qi, and that departure lasted for a long time.

The tribulation qi hadn’t been digested much, but after returning to the Grotto-Heaven, her cultivation had surged significantly.

”Disciple Shen Qingyi greets the two Revered Masters.” Shen Qingyi bowed, her posture respectful.

When Feng Bage saw the newcomer, he cupped his hands and said: ”Senior Sister.”

Shen Qingyi nodded slightly, acknowledging him.

Come to think of it, Shen Qingyi had entered the sect much later than Feng Bage.

But she was the Disciple personally taken in by the True Body Gu Yan, while Feng Bage had apprenticed to the External Incarnation Ming He.

According to the rules of the cultivation world, between the True Body’s Disciple and the Incarnation’s Disciple, the True Body’s Disciple is naturally held in higher regard.

Therefore, even though Feng Bage had entered the sect earlier, he still had to honestly call Shen Qingyi Senior Sister when he saw her.

Feng Bage had no hard feelings about this.

The cultivation world is all about this, and furthermore, he had long heard Revered Master Ming He say that Dao Lord held the Disciple Shen Qingyi in high regard.

How could someone personally accepted as a Disciple by Dao Lord be bad?

”Senior Sister, are you not going down to try your hand?” Feng Bage took the initiative to speak.

Shen Qingyi’s gaze swept over the already bustling Martial Arts Training Ground below, and she shook her head slightly: ”No rush.”

Feng Bage nodded and did not try to persuade her further.

He knew this Senior Sister had a cold personality, so saying more would be useless.

The three of them watched the competition below, chatting casually from time to time.

Suddenly, a slight commotion came from the edge of the Martial Arts Training Ground.

It wasn’t because of any mishap in the competition, but because of two figures who were busy.

To be precise, it was an Ice Phoenix and a Snow Fox.

It was exactly the Nine Nether Ice Phoenix Bing Chen and the Nine-Tailed Snow Fox Snow Abyss.

These two were originally Old Ancestors of the Yao Race who could be considered overlords in the Spirit Realm; they had previously been brought from the Spirit Realm by Ming He to the Supreme Creation Daluo Grotto-Heaven, where they were doing the job of maintaining order at the venue.

Bing Chen transformed into a half-human, half-phoenix form, over two zhang tall, with ice-blue wings spread behind him; he was currently stern-faced, separating two Soul Transformation Stage Cultivators who were almost fighting over a spot.

His cold and stern face, combined with the Aura suppression of a Yao Race Old Ancestor, was extremely effective.

The two Soul Transformation Stage Cultivators were glared at by him, their legs went weak, and they apologized repeatedly, slinking back to their seats.

Snow Abyss transformed into a woman in white, her nine snow-white fox tails swaying slightly behind her, patiently guiding a group of low-level Cultivators.

Feng Bage watched this scene from afar, his mouth twitching: ”Revered Master, you brought two Yao Race Old Ancestors from the Spirit Realm to act as... as menial servants?”

Ming He’s expression did not change: ”They volunteered.”

Feng Bage was silent for a moment, thinking that the word ”volunteered” sounded so unreliable coming from you.

But on second thought, he felt relieved.

Working for an existence at the Immortal Emperor level, let alone Yao Race Old Ancestors, even if an Immortal King or Immortal Emperor came, they would have to be polite.

It is true that Bing Chen and Snow Abyss are top existences in the Spirit Realm, but placed in the Supreme Creation Daluo Grotto-Heaven, in front of Longevity Dao Lord, they are truly destined to be workers.

Besides, the two were also Revered Master Ming He’s spiritual pets.

It is only natural for spiritual pets to work for their Revered Master.

And to be honest, being able to show one’s face at a grand event of this level is in itself an Opportunity.

How many living beings break their heads trying to get in, yet these two, on the contrary, directly blended into the staff team.

Just then, a streak of light flew out from somewhere on the observation stands and landed directly in front of Ming He and the others.

The light faded, revealing a young face.

”Disciple Ye Chen greets the two Seniors.” Ye Chen bowed to Ming He and Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang.

Ming He nodded slightly, while Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang smiled and waved his hand.

Ye Chen straightened up, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards Bing Chen and Snow Abyss who were maintaining order in the distance, his expression somewhat complex.

Feng Bage noticed his gaze and asked in a low voice: ”What, still feeling awkward?”

Ye Chen gave a wry smile: ”Brother Feng, it would be a lie to say I don’t feel awkward.”

”Back when I was adventuring in the Northern Plains of the Spirit Realm, these two were the Yao Race Old Ancestors who had protected me.”

In his heart, Bing Chen and Snow Abyss were high and mighty Yao Race Old Ancestors, the benefactors who had secretly protected him many times in the Northern Plains in the past.

Now that he knew these two benefactors were actually Senior Ming He’s spiritual pets, this disparity in status had taken him a long time to digest.

At this moment, the battle on the Martial Arts Training Ground was becoming increasingly intense, and the first round of the elimination tournament had reached a white-hot stage.

The light of various Spells bloomed on the arenas, and the sound of weapons clashing came through the Restriction light curtain, weakened a lot, but the danger within could still be heard.

Ming He and Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang stood side by side, their gazes sweeping over the entire scene, occasionally exchanging a few words in a low voice, making judgments on the competitions of certain rounds.

Feng Bage, Shen Qingyi, and Ye Chen retreated to the side, no longer disturbing the two hosts.