Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 19: Ascension Conference (8)

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Lin Fan's eyes. Without any hesitation, his hand reached into the storage bag again like lightning.

In the blink of an eye, he took out several primary and intermediate level talismans. The talismans trembled slightly in his palm, as if they had spirits and couldn't wait to release their power.

Without hesitation, he threw the talisman with force at the already flustered young man in white. The talisman instantly turned into streams of light, like an arrow shot from a bow, carrying a fierce momentum, and rushed towards the other party with a whistling sound.

At this moment, the young man in white was still trying his best to resist the aftermath of the previous wave of talisman attacks.

The blazing purple-red flames, like the raging fire from purgatory, raged wildly around him and continued to burn his spiritual shield.

The protective halo emitted by the jade pendant became flickering under the erosion of the flames, just like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

The thick and thorny wooden vine had tightly wrapped around part of the spiritual rope. The two were entangled together and difficult to separate, making the young man in white's spiritual power control in great trouble.

The lightning and torrential rain of ice cones made him exhausted.

Although he managed to hold on for a few times with the help of the jade pendant shield, the powerful impact caused his blood to surge, and the spiritual power in his body was like surging waves, in chaos.

He was in a state of extreme disarray, his heart filled with fear and panic.

Seeing Lin Fan throw out several more talismans, despair surged into his heart like a tide.

The muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably with fear, and in his eyes there was not only endless fear but also a hint of deep regret.

He regretted being too greedy and underestimating Lin Fan's strength, and even more regretted rashly going on stage to challenge.

But now, everything is beyond redemption.

At this time, a breeze blew gently, and the several newly thrown primary and intermediate talismans turned into several different spells in the blink of an eye, heading straight for the young man in white.

Some talismans turned into surging waves of earth, carrying spiritual power as heavy as a mountain, like a collapsing towering mountain, pressing down on him fiercely.

The powerful force instantly buried his shaky body completely, raising a cloud of dust.

Some talismans invoked powerful water forces, transforming into a water curtain like a majestic waterfall. The water curtain contained overwhelming spiritual power, which rushed towards him with the force of thunder, as if to crush him completely under the impact.

Some talismans also ignited ghostly green fires, which jumped and flickered, emitting a strange and eerie aura, lingering around him, constantly eroding his remaining spiritual defenses, trying to break through the defense line and invade his body.

Under the continuous attack of these spells, the defense that the young man in white had been holding on with great difficulty collapsed in an instant like paper.

The entire person was submerged in the brilliant yet deadly spiritual light. With a loud bang, the light faded and the dust gradually settled.

There was no trace of the young man in white at the spot. Only some scraps of clothing and fragments of magical instruments were left, floating away gently in the breeze.

He who was standing there so arrogantly just now was now reduced to ashes by several spells and dissipated on the stage.

Lin Fan stood in the golden light shield and witnessed the scene in front of him. His face remained calm, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew very well that in the arena where they were competing for a spot in the Yellow Maple Valley, life and death were unpredictable and life and death did not matter.

If I were not ruthless and decisive enough, I might be the one turned into ashes today.

As the young man in white was defeated, the people around him seemed to be under a spell and remained silent.

Their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Lin Fan. The entire area around the arena fell into a dead silence. The talismans in Lin Fan's hand seemed endless. No one dared to be the first to step forward and take advantage of this opportunity. As time passed, the incense stick gradually burned to its end.

Several female monks had already turned pale at this time. They were delicate-minded and relatively timid.

Seeing those people who had come on stage before being beaten so badly by Lin Fan with talismans, some turned to ashes, and some were half dead, this bloody and cruel scene made them tremble with fear.

Tears flowed from my eyes uncontrollably like beads from a broken string.

Some even covered their eyes tightly with their hands, not daring to look at the scene on the arena. They kept muttering in their mouths, as if praying to God to bless them to leave here safely.

In the corner, there were some young monks who had come to join in the fun or try their luck. They had never witnessed such a brutal fight.

At this moment, they were already scared out of their wits.

A few timid ones ran to the side, supported their knees with their hands, bent over, and began to vomit uncontrollably.

He looked as if he was about to vomit out bile. While vomiting, he muttered in a sobbing voice that he would never come to this horrible place again, and his eyes were full of fear and regret.

Lin Fan stood on the stage, his expression still stern. He glanced at the people below indifferently, without much emotion in his heart.

In this world of cultivating immortals, it is a world where the strong prey on the weak. If you want to compete for those precious resources and opportunities, you must be ruthless. Not only must you be ruthless to others, but also to yourself. As the saying goes, the brave will win when two meet in a narrow road.

Besides, he had to resort to this method only in order to keep the hard-earned spot in Huangfeng Valley.

At this moment, the incense finally burned out, and a wisp of green smoke rose up and dissipated in the air.

Seeing this, the presiding elder slowly stood up, glanced around, and announced loudly, "One incense stick has passed, and no one is coming up to challenge. This cultivator, Lin Fan, has successfully defended the stage and has been awarded a spot in the Yellow Maple Valley, along with the corresponding rewards."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people in the audience came back to their senses. Although they were still full of fear of Lin Fan, there was also a bit more envy in their eyes when they looked at him.

After all, Huangfeng Valley is a well-known sect of immortal cultivation. Being able to enter it means embarking on a broader road of immortal cultivation, and future achievements will be limitless.

When Lin Fan heard the news, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. This difficult and bloody ring battle was finally won without any danger.

He bowed respectfully in the direction of the elder and then jumped off the stage.

Lin Fan walked straight towards the rest area for the disciples of Huangfeng Valley. Along the way, the people around him unconsciously made way for him, looking at him with awe in their eyes, without any previous contempt and doubt.

After arriving at the rest area, Lin Fan found a quiet corner, sat down on the ground, and began to meditate with his eyes closed.

He activated his internal skills, guiding the thin spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth to slowly flow into his body, like a gurgling stream, nourishing his nearly exhausted meridians. As the spiritual energy continued to flow in, he slowly recovered his depleted magic power.

As time slowly passed, several hours passed quietly.

During this period, people came and went. Some were whispering about the exciting and thrilling scenes in today's ring match, while others were looking at Lin Fan with envy or jealousy, but Lin Fan was completely unmoved and immersed in his own state of cultivation.

Finally, Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes. His eyes had regained their former brilliance, deep and bright, as if containing endless stars and spiritual power.

After several hours of recuperation, he has successfully recovered all his magical powers. The spiritual power in his body flows smoothly and fills every meridian, making him feel refreshed and full of strength.

Lin Fan stood up and stretched his stiff body, thinking to himself that although today's competition was extremely dangerous, fortunately he won the spot in Huangfeng Valley without any danger in the end, so it was worth it.

(End of this chapter)