Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 757: Rotational Battle of Attrition

“To think it’s Fan Chong, a core disciple, this time. These five Nascent Soul cultivators are out of luck.”

“Fan Chong’s combat talent is quite rare even among core disciples. He has never encountered a match at the same level.”

“Exactly. I heard that although Fan Chong is at the Intermediate Nascent Soul Stage, he can exchange a hundred blows with a Basic Divine Transfiguration cultivator before losing. Challenging beyond one’s level, especially those at a major realm higher—that’s the caliber of an ancient genius.”

“Hiss, that strong?”

“How could he not be? His shifu is the Mystic Spirit Daoist Priest, the only daughter of the Penglai Island Lord. Forget Penglai Island; few in the entire East Sea dare to provoke her.”

“The Immortal Appraisal Convention appraises Immortal Dao seeds. It appears Fan Chong is the most likely candidate to become an Immortal Dao seed in this cohort.”

Lu Yang and the others had excellent hearing. Challenging beyond one’s level? This Fan Chong won’t be easy to deal with.

As the eldest senior brother among the five, Lu Yang analyzed the situation, seeking a way to victory. “In my opinion, although Fan Chong’s combat power is extremely strong, his spirit energy isn’t abundant. As long as we engage him in a battle of attrition by rotating ourselves, we can wear him down eventually!”

“Alright!” Meng Jingzhou was the first to support Lu Yang.

Man Gu was befuddled. Is Fan Chong really as strong as Brother Lu says? Does he have a hidden trump card I couldn’t see?

Or is it a case of 'a lion should use all its strength even when catching a rabbit?’

“So it’s you five.” Fan Chong sneered coldly. He never expected the passers-by he saw in a shop to become his opponents. Seems like we’re really fated.

“All five of you, come at me!” Fan Chong lifted his chin. Given my status, my reputation is already sufficient. What I need now is an overwhelming victory to solidify my image. Only then can I become famous in one go at the Immortal Appraisal Convention and be remembered by the world.

“See? He wants a quick battle. It must be because his power is insufficient,” Lu Yang continued to analyze calmly. “This battle is dangerous. How about this? Since I’m the big senior brother, I’ll go first to scout the path for you.”

Just as Fan Chong was wondering why the five opposite him weren’t fighting him, Lu Yang’s figure transformed into a lightning bolt, speeding over and reaching him in the blink of an eye.

“So fast!” Fan Chong was stunned, instinctively raising his sword to block. He was a sword cultivator.

“Teach you to make flying carriages without my permission!” Lu Yang used his fingers as a sword, bringing two fingers together to release a strand of sword qi.

The sword qi was like a dragon, exceedingly domineering. It collided with Fan Chong’s long sword, producing a metallic clang and forcing Fan Chong several steps back.

If Lu Yang was facing talisman, array, or physique cultivators, he would use the Qingfeng Sword. But since his opponent was a sword cultivator at the same level, Lu Yang didn’t even need to use a real sword.

“Teach you to make flying carriages without paying me royalty fees!” Lu Yang’s resentment surged to the heavens. Eight million stones! I’m not short on money, but seeing my money end up in someone else’s pocket doesn’t make me happy.

“Arhat Fist!” Lu Yang combined fists and sword. Regardless of whether Fan Chong used his sword to block or attack, Lu Yang anticipated his moves in advance. From the start of the fight, Fan Chong never managed to lift his wrist properly.

Simultaneously, his hair fell out in large clumps, dropping onto the ground.

“My hair!” Fan Chong cried out. He always paid particular attention to his appearance. How can I face people like this?

“Whew, he’s really not easy to deal with.” Lu Yang pretended to pant a few times, signaling for Meng Jingzhou to go next.

Meng Jingzhou’s attacks were heavy enough to leave Fan Chong bruised and swollen.

“Even this young master isn’t as ostentatious as you when going out. Just look at you, thinking you’re all that!”

Then came Tao Yaoye, Man Gu, and Li Haoran.

Broadcasting Dreamlike Bubble Mirages without permission was no different from outright robbery. Even with Tao Yaoye’s good temper, fury rose within her.

Man Gu was inspired by Lu Yang’s actions, understanding the principle of using full force even against a weak opponent, just like a lion catching a rabbit. Possessed by his ancestor, he struck with exceptional ferocity.

Li Haoran had an extremely poor impression of Fan Chong and blazed with true fire, but he still held back; otherwise, Fan Chong would have died long ago.

Their rotational battle of attrition plan proceeded smoothly. Fan Chong looked utterly miserable, as if he had been run over by a large truck five times.

“I’ll make you pay!” Fan Chong revealed a vicious expression, and an iron lotus flew out from his sleeve.

The iron lotus bloomed, shooting out eighteen petals, each laced with lethal poison!

Li Haoran’s palms manifested Six Ding Divine Fire and Extreme Calculation True Fire. His jade-like palms caught the iron petals and instantly refined them into his own magical treasure before hurling them back.

Fan Chong let out a blood-curdling scream and fell to the ground, convulsing from the poison.

The invited spectating cultivators were shocked, wondering if they had entered an illusion.

“Who are these five? Each one can overpower Fan Chong!”

“Are they concealing their cultivation realms?”

“No, they’re genuinely at the Intermediate Nascent Soul Stage!”

“How did five such peerless prodigies suddenly appear?”

“Could it be that Fan Chong isn’t actually that strong? Was it all rumors?”

Fan Chong wailed. “Shifu, kill them! Kill them!”

He showed a venomous expression. Since they’ve made me completely lose face at the Immortal Appraisal Convention, they shouldn’t dream of leaving Penglai Island alive!

Penglai Island is my territory!

“Insulting my disciple like this—do you think our Penglai Island has no one?” A pretty-looking female cultivator on the viewing platform said insipidly, gazing frostily at Li Haoran. Her chest revealed some cleavage, highlighting her tall, alluring figure. Such attire was common in the East Sea and not out of line.

The woman flew down from the platform. It was none other than Fan Chong’s shifu, the only daughter of the Penglai Island Lord, the Mystic Spirit Daoist Priest.

At the moment, no one had any lustful thoughts about the Mystic Spirit Daoist Priest’s figure. She released her oppressive pressure, displaying the might of a Fusion Stage True Lord.

Even Lu Yang and the other four were enveloped by the oppressive pressure and unable to move.

“Shifu!” Seeing his shifu step forth, Fan Chong seemed to see hope.

The Mystic Spirit Daoist Priest didn’t even glance at him. She extended her slender, fair fingers and lifted Li Haoran, who was rooted to the spot, and scrutinized him.

She smiled seductively and said in a bewitching voice, “You are quite handsome. If you become my male concubine, this matter can be written off.”

A question mark popped out of Meng Jingzhou’s head.

Lu Yang pondered. Openly taking male concubines so brazenly...is this also a distinctive feature of the East Sea?

Might as well since we’ve come all this way. Why not let Junior Brother Li experience it?

Li Haoran looked back in despair, seeking help from Lu Yang and the others, but unfortunately, they were unable to assist.

“Junior Brother Li, just yield to her. We will remember your contribution,” Lu Yang encouraged Li Haoran.

LI Haoran grew even more desperate. I knew you guys couldn’t be relied on.

Just as Li Haoran was considering whether to struggle a bit before yielding to the Mystic Spirit Daoist Priest or to be all docile and obedient from the start, another cold voice came from the viewing platform.

“Mystic Spirit, take your dirty hands away.”

Another female figure jumped down from the high platform, releasing an oppressive pressure that dispersed the Mystic Spirit Daoist Priest’s. The crowd secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

That woman shielded Li Haoran behind her, watching the Mystic Spirit Daoist Priest warily.

“Fellow Daoist Su, this is an internal matter of Penglai Island. This isn’t your place to intervene.”

Fellow Daoist Su’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “Internal matter? This person is my husband. How can I not intervene?”

The one protecting Li Haoran was none other than Su Yiren, who had been invited to observe the Immortal Appraisal Convention.