Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 16: Ascension Conference (5)

Someone in the audience mustered up the courage to shout at the top of their lungs, "Don't be afraid! This kid must have run out of mana! Come on! A spot in the Yellow Maple Valley is so valuable, and winning will earn you a Foundation Establishment Pill as a reward. How can we, with so many of us, just watch him take it all!"

When this voice was shouted, a trace of greed suddenly flashed in the eyes of many people, but most people still maintained their rationality and were not dazzled by the reward of the Foundation Establishment Pill. Although the reward was good, one had to be alive to get it.

Lin Fan had just gone through several fierce battles, and his mana must have been greatly consumed. This might be a rare opportunity.

However, when they thought of the tragic end of those who had challenged on stage before, everyone hesitated and could only look at each other, communicating silently with their eyes, but no one dared to be the first to take that crucial step.

When Lin Fan heard the shout, a mocking arc appeared on his lips.

He calmly reached into his storage bag and took out a Huiling Pill.

This time, as soon as the spiritual pill appeared, it emitted a faint spiritual halo, and it was obvious at a glance that it was a high-quality recovery pill.

In front of everyone, Lin Fan carelessly threw the Huiling Pill into his mouth and swallowed it with his head tilted back.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes, practiced his skills, and guided the medicinal power to dissolve, allowing the warm force to quickly replenish the magic power that had already been consumed in his body.

Not long after, Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes again. His eyes were now even colder, and there was a strong sense of disdain in his coldness, as if he was silently mocking these cowardly and greedy guys in the audience.

He glanced at everyone coldly and said, "What? You're shouting loudly. If you're brave, come up and give it a try. Let's see whether you can wear me down or I'll send you all to hell first!"

Lin Fan's voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, clearly hitting everyone's heart.

The cold tone and the harshness hidden in the words made everyone shiver.

Those who were originally a little hesitant were instantly filled with fear, and the little courage they had just mustered disappeared without a trace like smoke.

The entire area around the arena fell into dead silence again.

Only Lin Fan stood quietly on the stage, spiritual energy surging around him, emitting a powerful and chilling aura, like an insurmountable god of war, which made everyone retreat. No one dared to speak rashly, and no one dared to go on stage to challenge him.

"I...I!" A monk blushed and stammered, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he seemed to be choked by something and became speechless.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that he did not have the courage to go on stage and compete with Lin Fan.

He just spoke out because he wanted to join in the fun, hoping to encourage others to rush forward and be the first to take action. It would be best if he could consume some of Lin Fan's strength so that he could seize the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

In fact, many monks in the audience held this idea.

They coveted the precious quota in Huangfeng Valley and the reward of the Foundation Establishment Pill, but were also afraid of Lin Fan's ruthless methods, so they wanted to let others be the first to take action while they themselves reaped the benefits.

But everyone knew the situation clearly, and no one wanted to take the risk.

So the situation was at a stalemate. There were many people shouting slogans, but no one actually took action.

Lin Fan stood on the stage and saw everyone's little thoughts clearly.

He snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "Huh, why are you all silent? Where's that momentum from just now? I think you're only good at talking. If you have the guts, stop just shouting and try it on stage. I, Lin Fan, am waiting right here!"

As he spoke, Lin Fan deliberately shook the Star-Breaking Sword in his hand.

The sword flashed with a cold light under the sunlight, as if silently warning everyone: If you dare to go on stage, you will be greeted by this cold and sharp sword blade.

After hearing Lin Fan's words, everyone in the audience lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

Some even quietly took a few steps back, wanting to hide themselves in the crowd, for fear that Lin Fan's eyes would be fixed on them and he would call them to the stage.

The whole atmosphere became increasingly depressing and dull, and the quota for the Yellow Maple Valley seemed to be gradually drifting away from them under Lin Fan's powerful intimidation.

Even so, no one dared to do such a reckless thing as hitting a rock with an egg.

"Who are you? You're so arrogant! Let me, Zhang, come and meet you!"

A loud voice suddenly rang out, resounding in everyone's ears like a huge bell.

When everyone heard the sound and looked, they saw a middle-aged man in his thirties striding towards them from a distance.

He has an upright posture and his steps are steady and powerful. Every step he takes seems to carry an innate extraordinary aura that cannot be ignored.

The middle-aged man was wearing a black robe with some mysterious rune patterns embroidered on it with silver thread.

As he walked, the runes shimmered faintly, the details were exquisite, and every angle exuded an extraordinary aura. It was obvious at a glance that this was no ordinary object.

He had a resolute face, sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples, and a pair of deep and bright eyes, revealing the calmness and sharpness of a man who had experienced many things in life.

But at this moment, there was a bit more scrutiny and arrogance in his eyes, as if he did not take Lin Fan, who was about to face him, seriously.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived under the ring.

Then, he raised his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Lin Fan on the stage, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a confident arc.

Then, he leaped up like a black phantom and lightly jumped onto the ring.

After standing still, he first folded his arms across his chest and calmly looked Lin Fan up and down before slowly speaking, "Hmph, despite your young age, you're quite ruthless. However, the path of cultivating immortality doesn't rely solely on ruthlessness to get you far. Today, I, Zhang, will teach you what it means to be better than you!

As he spoke, he gently waved his right hand, and a wave of spiritual power flashed by in an instant. The storage bag on his waist trembled slightly, as if he was ready to take out the magic weapon at any time to prepare for the competition.

Lin Fan looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in front of him with an extraordinary aura, and a strong sense of vigilance surged in his heart.

However, his expression remained indifferent, and he snorted in response, "Anyone can boast, but if you have the guts, show it. I, Lin Fan, am not afraid of you!"

For a moment, the two men confronted each other, and the atmosphere on the ring instantly became extremely tense.

Everyone in the audience held their breath and stared at the stage intently, full of curiosity, wanting to see what abilities this new middle-aged man had and whether he could shake Lin Fan's current position as the defending champion.

The middle-aged man looked calm and his eyes were full of confidence.

He waved his hand, slapping the storage bag at his waist. A dazzling flash of light flashed, and he took out a top-level magical weapon. It was a flying sword with a unique shape, slender and straight, emitting a cool blue light, just like a cold star twinkling in the deep night sky, radiating a dazzling brilliance under the refraction of the sunlight.

The sword is engraved with dense ancient runes. Those runes seem to have life, constantly flashing with mysterious luster, as if whispering about its extraordinary origin and powerful power.

Then, he calmly took out a defensive magic weapon from his storage bag.

This defensive weapon is in the shape of a shield and looks simple and heavy overall.

The shield is dark gold in color and is engraved with lifelike patterns of mythical beasts, including auspicious beasts such as Qilin and Pixiu.

They are majestic and awe-inspiring, with their fangs bared and claws protruding, as if they will jump out from the shield at any moment to protect their master.

The middle-aged man held a flying sword in his hand and held the shield firmly in front of him. His momentum suddenly rose.

A powerful spiritual energy wave radiated outwards like ripples, centered around him. Even the air around the arena seemed to become heavier in an instant.

He looked at Lin Fan, his lips curled up slightly, and said with a hint of pride, "Boy, today I'll let you witness the true power of a magic weapon. Don't think you're invincible just because you've won a few games before. In front of me, your skills are far from enough!"

Lin Fan frowned slightly, knowing in his heart that the person in front of him was indeed not to be underestimated.

However, he was not afraid at all. He held the Star-Breaking Sword tightly in his hand, mobilized the magic power in his body, and poured it into it continuously like a surging torrent.

The Star-Breaking Sword suddenly shone brightly and emitted a crisp buzzing sound, as if responding to its master's call, ready to compete with the middle-aged man's top-level magic weapon.

The two of them confronted each other like this, and the atmosphere on the ring was so tense that it was almost frozen, as if a devastating spiritual collision would erupt in the next second.

Everyone in the audience also widened their eyes and watched the stage intently, afraid of missing any details of the upcoming exciting showdown.

Lin Fan pondered in his heart, knowing that this battle would be another tough one.

The middle-aged man in front of him not only possessed the profound cultivation of the thirteenth level of Qi training, but the spiritual power surging around his body was thick and solid, which was incomparable to those of his previous opponents.

Moreover, the two top-grade magic weapons he took out were the best of the best.

Its extraordinary nature can be seen from the spiritual fluctuations emanating from it, as well as the exquisite workmanship and mysterious runes.

Lin Fan understood that under the current circumstances, it would not be easy to determine the winner in a short period of time.

While he was staring at the middle-aged man opposite him vigilantly, he quietly reached for the storage bag, already having a plan in mind.

It seems that conventional means are difficult to deal with, and we must use primary and high-level talismans.

Each of these elementary-level high-level talismans was equivalent to a full-strength attack from a late-stage Qi training cultivator. If several were unleashed simultaneously, it would be equivalent to the combined attack of several late-stage Qi training cultivators, enough to easily annihilate this person.

Lin Fan calmly groped in the storage bag, and his fingertips touched the pile of primary and high-level talismans. He felt the fluctuations of spiritual power coming from them, and his heart felt a little relieved.

He knew very well that if used properly, just a few talismans might become the key to his victory.

The middle-aged man opposite seemed to have noticed something strange about Lin Fan.

He frowned slightly. Although he didn't know what Lin Fan was going to do specifically, his years of practice experience made him instinctively alert.

The flying sword in his hand was slightly raised, and the spiritual light on the shield became more and more intense. He was ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

At the same time, he said, "Boy, what's wrong? Are you scared? I advise you to admit defeat obediently, so as to avoid being seriously injured later. Don't blame me for not warning you."

Lin Fan snorted coldly and responded, "Hmph, stop talking nonsense. The outcome is still uncertain. Come on, if you have the guts!"

After saying this, the spiritual energy around Lin Fan began to surge wildly, and a more intense battle was about to break out.

"Really? Looks like I have to show some real skills."

The middle-aged man chuckled, and his laughter revealed a sense of confidence, as if everything was under his control.

He formed seals with his hands quickly, muttering something to himself. As the spells changed, the flying sword in front of him, emitting a faint blue light, trembled violently, and the runes on the blade instantly lit up, the light shining brightly, as dazzling as a bright star.

Immediately afterwards, the flying sword broke away from his control on its own and slowly flew into the air.

It circled and danced in the air, its speed getting faster and faster, bringing up blue spiritual light bands.

Those light bands intertwined with each other, forming a faint vortex of spiritual power.

The vortex contains powerful spiritual power. As the spiritual power continues to flow in, the power of the flying sword becomes stronger and stronger, like an energy body ready to release the power to destroy the world at any time.

And that defensive shield also underwent amazing changes under the infusion of his spiritual power.

On the originally dark golden shield, the mythical beasts carved on it, such as the Qilin and Pixiu, seemed to be given life, with dazzling spiritual light shining all over their bodies.

They let out bursts of low roars, as if showing their majesty and power to the world.

The light in the beast's eyes became more and more dazzling, and the soft halo gradually spread out, wrapping the entire shield, forming a thick and indestructible spiritual protection layer.

From a distance, it looks like an indestructible fortress shining with divine light.

After the middle-aged man finished all this, he looked up at Lin Fan with a hint of teasing in his eyes. He said, "Boy, it's not too late to regret now. Once I unleash this trick, I'm afraid you won't even be able to fight back. Just admit defeat and I can spare your life. Don't ask for trouble."

Lin Fan, however, remained stern and unmoved. He knew in his heart that the other party was deliberately using words to disturb his mind.

At that moment, he snorted coldly and said, "Stop talking nonsense. They are just some fancy things. What's so powerful about them? Don't cry and beg me for mercy later!"

As he spoke, Lin Fan also secretly made preparations. He quietly took out several primary and high-level talismans and hid them in his sleeves, waiting for the right opportunity to give the middle-aged man a sudden and fatal blow.

For a moment, the atmosphere on the ring was extremely tense, and the two men used their own methods and refused to give in to each other.

The people in the audience also held their breath and stared at the stage intently, looking forward to the exciting performance of this peak showdown.

(End of this chapter)