Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 736: Contests

“Old Lu, don’t worry, I won’t make your defeat too embarrassing.” Meng Jingzhou valued their brotherhood and promised to show Lu Yang some mercy to maintain his dignity.

Lu Yang’s face darkened. Meng Jingzhou, you really have no shame! I can’t use my Seven Star Sword Set or Village in Palm. Do you want me to blast you with a mouthful of Three Flavor True Fire?

The Seven Sword Star Set and Village in Palm were moves he had used under the identity of Young Creed Leader Lu, so he couldn’t deploy them as Lu Yang in public. The Immortal-Exterminating Sword Array was also reserved for Young Creed Leader Lu and couldn’t be brought out.

If his opponent were another cultivator of the same level, Lu Yang was confident he could win without resorting to those trump cards.

But it was different against Meng Jingzhou. He had no chance if he didn’t get serious.

“Then I’ll make a compromise—I assure you I won’t use the Single’s Curse Fist. How’s that?” Meng Jingzhou proposed magnanimously.

Lu Yang suspected no one dared to fight Meng Jingzhou because no one dared to risk being hit by the Single’s Curse Fist. Getting struck would mean suffering a fate as tragic as Meng Jingzhou’s for the rest of their lives.

Of course, Lu Yang wasn’t much better; his Lu-Style Arhat Fist was equally fearsome.

“...How about you don’t make a compromise? Try using it on me. Let’s see whose fate is tougher.” Having survived numerous immortal trials, Lu Yang refused to believe the Single’s Curse Fist could harm him.

Meng Jingzhou pretended not to hear him.

I’m not stupid. This grandson Lu Yang stirs up trouble all the time and encounters endless fortuitous opportunities. Who knows if he might form a marriage bond with a half-immortal or an immortal one day? I dare not use the Single’s Curse Fist on him.

“Old Lu, if you don’t speak, I’ll take it as you’ve agreed to our fight!” Meng Jingzhou smirked.

Once the fight starts, it doesn’t matter whether Lu Yang agrees or not!

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“Junior Sister Tao, it has been a year since we last met. I wonder how much your cultivation has progressed. It can’t have stagnated, right?” Lan Ting flicked her fingers, launching countless air vortices. Despite appearing weak, they could actually severely injure an ordinary Intermediate Nascent Soul cultivator.

Tao Yaoye spun her umbrella and pivoted on her toes, deflecting the cyclone attacks from all directions. Her movements were graceful, as if she was dancing.

“Junior Sister Lan, you’ve overly concerned yourself. Cultivation emphasizes perseverance; consistent effort will eventually pay off. Countless people in this world yearn for the chance to cultivate but never obtain it. Compared to them, I am very fortunate.”

Lan Ting chuckled and took a gentle step. Faint glows lit up across the arena stage, setting up several interlocking great arrays.

“Junior Sister Tao, you do know how to be content. Speaking of which, you actually invented that marvel, the Dreamlike Bubble Mirage, which is very popular among mortals. I see it’s developing rapidly; you must have invested considerable effort, right? If you had focused that attention on cultivation instead, you might have achieved even greater results.”

Tao Yaoye smiled sweetly, her hands not slowing as she closed the red paper umbrella and transformed it into a spear that struck the great array’s focal point.

“The Dreamlike Bubble Mirage is the fruit of Senior Brother Lu Yang’s and my wisdom; he even gave its name. If I didn’t pour some effort into it, wouldn’t that have let our hard work down?”

Lan Ting used her waistband to prepare for battle, blending reality and illusion and using softness to overcome hardness.

“I’ve also watched the Dreamlike Bubble Mirage a few times, especially the Longevity Affinity, which depicted fellow disciples marrying and accompanying each other for eternity. It must have made many others envious.

“Illusions are like dreams. Junior Sister Tao, for you to have conceived such a heartfelt illusion, one can’t help but wonder how many times you’ve experienced it in your dreams. I heard those who master illusions often struggle to distinguish them from reality. I hope you don’t follow in their footsteps and become trapped in illusions.”

Tao Yaoye smiled sweetly again. “Thank you for your concern, Junior Sister Lan. However, you’ve had few interactions with Senior Brother Lu Yang. I’m afraid you don’t know that he’s the most adept at seeing through illusions. With him around, there’s no risk of me being trapped in illusions.

“Even if I were truly trapped, Senior Brother Lu Yang would come to rescue me.”

Lan Ting activated her nascent soul to deploy the Two Genesis Qi as weapons in an attempt to snatch Tao Yaoye’s red paper umbrella. “Senior Brother Lu Yang has the interests of the world at heart. If you were in trouble, he would naturally help. But the world has countless people in distress. I’m afraid he might not be able to spare you the attention then. It’s best that you learn to save yourself.”

Tao Yaoye moved lithely as she twisted her wrist to evade the Two Genesis Qi attack and enveloped Lan Ting in an illusion.

“My senior brother and I will roam the world with our swords, punishing evil and rescuing those in distress together. If I were to encounter trouble then, he would naturally help me. Junior Sister Lan, since you’re an outsider, you probably won’t experience such scenarios.”

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As someone with a Five-Elements Immortal Physique, Bai Ming had formed a unique Five-Elements nascent soul, which displayed five colors.

The five-colored nascent soul clenched its tiny hand, summoning metal, wood, water, fire, and earth elemental attacks.

“Go!” The five elemental spells bombarded Li Haoran simultaneously.

The Jinwu Crow True Flame cawed, the heat blurring one’s vision. Shrouded within the true flame were several flying daggers. Weak Water supported the Jinwu Crow True Flame. Earthen walls from the ground on four sides, trapping Li Haoran. Following this, countless trees sprouted from beneath the ground, laced with poison and covered in thorns.

“The Five-Elements Immortal Physique truly lives up to its name.” Despite facing the five different elemental attacks, Li Haoran remained composed. A flame appeared in his palm, which he slapped toward the Jinwu Crow True Flame.

He used an imitation Jade Cleansing Bottle to collect the Weak Water, smashed the earthen walls with a heavy hammer, refined the incoming flying daggers for his own use with artifact refinement techniques, and severed the endlessly sprouting trees with his Bodhi Arm.

His actions left the disciples below the stage amazed.

Dealing with the five attacks separately without a hint of panic showed off Li Haoran’s incredible composure in battle.

“Simultaneously unleashing five attacks is nothing. I can unleash six!” Li Haoran chuckled and activated his nascent soul.

With a thunderous explosion, Li Haoran was blown to pieces. It startled Bai Ming, who thought Li Haoran’s cultivation had gone awry.

“Look, Senior Brother Li can still move!” someone below shouted excitedly.

Within the smoke and dust, six entities were moving rapidly—Li Haoran’s head, torso, and four limbs.

Bai Ming’s eye twitched. Even when he fought with diabolic creed members, he had never encountered such a bizarre combat style.

Li Haoran’s head spat out the Six Ding Divine Fire, while his torso rammed straight into Bai Ming. His hands held refined gourds that inhaled and exhaled yin and yang qi, capable of attracting souls. The boots on his feet were covered in iron nails laced with poison that would shoot out instantly if blocked, catching the opponent off guard.

Six attacks launched simultaneously!

Bai Ming and his nascent soul dealt with the attacks together. The barrage of various divine abilities and spells was overwhelming, and the hidden mechanisms in the sundry magical treasures often pushed him into intractable situations.

Suddenly, Li Haoran’s hair flew out. Each strand stiffened like steel needles, transforming into a high-speed rotating flying wheel that lunged at Bai Ming!

“You’ve been wearing a damned wig all this time?!”

Bai Ming looked at the adjacent arena stage with envy. Why are Tao Yaoye and Lan Ting fighting pretty harmoniously, while my battle here is fraught with lethal danger everywhere?