Immortality System: Cultivating with Girls-Chapter 468 - 285: Shameless Qin Family

On the Martial Arts Stage, the air seemed to freeze.

Qin Hao and Leng Yuanfei stood facing each other, the space between them slightly distorted by the agitation of Spiritual Power.

[Fortune Fragment detected, would you like to expend life-span to acquire it?]

[Current acquisition of Fortune Fragments is unlimited, life-span consumption limit: -2.]

"Collect!"

Wen Zhixing, having nothing better to do, began collecting Fortune Fragments again.

He now possessed a life-span of a whopping 14,059 years, what a concept this was.

It is said that below immortals, even the best can live for only ten thousand years.

Of course, Wen Zhixing was selective in collecting Fortune Fragments, avoiding those topped with grey and white aura.

This gathering with so many people was just the right time for him to gather opportunities.

[Blue Fortune Fragment +99...]

[Purple Fortune Fragment +70...]

[Golden Fortune Fragment +29...]

[Black Fortune Fragment +1...]

[Black Fortune Fragment +1...]

[Black Fortune Fragment +1...]

[...]

Regrettably, Black Fortune Fragments were still too scarce.

The collection probability was too low.

[Life-span -400.]

[Current life-span: 13,859.]

Expending 400 years of life-span, only 3 Black Fortune Fragments were collected.

"Keep collecting! I have plenty of life!"

Su Xun gritted his teeth.

This time, he must collect to his heart's content!

At this moment, the battle on the stage grew more intense.

The void behind Leng Yuanfei suddenly cracked open, as another Bronze Giant stepped through time and space.

—— The Ancient War God True Spirit descended!

This True Spirit stood over three zhang tall, fully clad in bronze battle armor etched with war patterns.

Every line on the armor plates flowed with dark golden light, as if bearing the glory of countless ancient battles.

The most heart-stopping part was the golden flame flickering in the True Spirit's eyes, an indomitable battle intent.

"Qin Family brat, today I shall show you what a true War God looks like!"

Leng Yuanfei let out a long howl, and the eyes of the two War God True Spirits snapped open, four beams of golden light piercing the void like the first ray of dawn at the beginning of creation.

Where the golden light passed, space rippled, seemingly unable to withstand such power.

Qin Hao's expression changed slightly, hurriedly activating the Heaven-Suppressing Stele.

The ancient stone stele spun rapidly above his head, casting heavy golden light barriers: "Just a mere True Spirit..."

Before he finished speaking,

one of the War God True Spirits had already stepped forward.

This step seemed slow, yet contained supreme Dao rhythm, as though traversing the river of time and space.

As the bronze giant's fist pounded, countless phantoms of gods and demons battling appeared around the fist's edge, those ancient warriors wailing and vanishing in the wind of the punch!

"Boom——!"

In a deafening roar, the Heaven-Suppressing Stele trembled violently.

The character "Suppress" on the stele erupted with a blinding golden glow, yet still was shaken to its core by the punch.

The terrifying shockwave swept outward, the green jade bricks within a ten-zhang radius were lifted completely, crumbling into dust in mid-air.

Qin Hao let out a muffled groan, a thread of blood emerging from the corner of his mouth,

his feet plowed two ditches over a foot deep on the platform, halting only as he collided with the edge of the enchantment.

"This, this can't be!"

He looked in disbelief at the web-like cracks on the golden light barrier of the Heaven-Suppressing Stele, his face deathly pale.

On the spectator seats, the faces of the Qin Family members were grim.

Qin Zhengming's clenched fists bulged with veins, his eyes burning with fury nearly ready to combust.

"Hahaha!"

Laughter, undisguised, came from the Lu Family's seats, "The young master of the Qin Family holds a Spiritual Treasure, yet he can't even defeat a Genius Spirit Realm fighter?"

"No matter how strong the Spiritual Treasure, it depends on whose hands it's in."

The elders of the Yin Yang Demonic Sect echoed mockingly, "Just like a three-year-old wielding a hundred-jin greatsword, not only can he not harm others, but he might also injure himself!"

Disciples from other branches of the Purple Cloud Divine Sect murmured:

"I've heard that the Heaven-Suppressing Stele needs at least a Primordial Fetus Realm cultivator to unleash eighty percent of its power..."

"With Qin Hao's strength, he probably can't unleash even ten percent, right?"

"Qin Hao truly doesn't compare to Qin Tian..."

"The gap between these two brothers is vast."

"Two heroes in one family?"

"One's a hero, and the other's a bear."

"Such a rare treasure wasted..."

Qin Hao, hearing the taunts from all around, turned pale and flushed by turns.

How could he not know that his realm was insufficient, and forcefully activating the Heaven-Suppressing Stele consumed heavily.

His Spiritual Qi inside was now mostly depleted, and his hand clutching the stone stele trembled slightly. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

No matter how strong the Spiritual Treasure, it still depended on the user.

Qin Hao was not a Primordial Fetus Realm cultivator, how could he perfectly wield it?

The Spiritual Qi consumption for him was immense.

"Trash is trash."

Leng Yuanfei stood with arms folded, the two War God True Spirits behind him emanating monstrous battle intent, "Today, I'll show you that a true God pride doesn't need to rely on external objects!"

Before he finished speaking,

both True Spirits raised their hands simultaneously, their bronze giant palms descending toward Qin Hao like eclipsing the sky!

At the Qin Family's seats, several Elders were already restless.

Qin Zhengming abruptly stood up, murderous intent swirling around him, one hand already pressed onto the sword hilt at his waist.

His eyes gleamed with killing intent, fixating on Leng Yuanfei in the arena.

"Elder Qin, do not break the rules."

A cold voice suddenly rang out.

On the main seat of the high platform, an elder with snow-white hair and beard slowly opened his eyes.

In those seemingly murky eyes, there was a pressure that made one's heart palpitate.

It was none other than the current Great Elder of the Purple Cloud Divine Sect!

Though Qin Zhengming was strong, compared to the Great Elder, he dared not act recklessly.

"On the Martial Arts Stage, life and death follow fate."

The Great Elder snorted coldly, "If each branch intervened whenever their disciples were inept, could this Godson Competition continue?"

Qin Zhengming's expression flickered, the veins on his hand bulging.

But ultimately, under the Great Elder's pressure, he loosened his grip on the sword and sat heavily back into his seat.