Cultivating Immortality in a Family: I Prove Immortality Through the Chaotic Dao Realm

Chapter 36 Sparring! A Bet!
After saying this, Chen Qian lifted his foot to walk around Chen Yunzheng.

"Stop right there!" Chen Yunzheng's face darkened, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "You, a mere Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator, dare to be so arrogant?"

Today he was dressed in a moon-white outfit with silver cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs. A Qingfeng sword, of the first-grade superior quality, hung at his waist, its scabbard still stained with the blood of a demon beast.

His entire being was sharp and piercing, like a sword drawn from its sheath, a stark contrast to the ancient wooden door of the school.

Chen Qian paused, turned around and looked at the boy who was half a head shorter than him.

The other person's eyes burned with an indomitable spirit, reminding him of those competitive young men from his past life.

He had read the family's intelligence. Although it was their first meeting, he knew that the other person was the patriarch's direct grandson, Chen Yunzheng, a famous young genius in the family.

“Young Master Yunzheng,” Chen Qian suddenly smiled, “Judging from your appearance, it seems you just came back from outside? Why don’t you go back and rest first, and we can meet again another day…”

"Enough with the nonsense!" Chen Yunzheng's sword was already three inches from its sheath, its cold light reflecting on the bluestone slab between the two. "If I don't spar with you today and exchange a few blows, I won't let you go!"

"I know your cultivation is inferior to mine, and you'll naturally feel disadvantaged if you spar with me. Let me tell you my conditions first, and see if they're acceptable?"

Chen Qian shrugged, thinking that he might be able to get some benefits, so he wouldn't lose out.

He replied noncommittally, "Alright, you tell me first."

Although Chen Yunzheng's cultivation level was two levels higher than his, and he exuded a sharp and murderous aura, his momentum was clearly at its peak.

Moreover, the two were still at the early and middle stages of development, and the other had also developed divine consciousness.

But he wasn't afraid at all. He didn't feel much pressure. His body refinement cultivation, which had already reached the mid-stage of the first tier, was enough to deal with his opponent.

Chen Yunzheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Chen Qian was willing to listen to his terms.

This situation is unreasonable, since he is the one with higher cultivation level, and it feels like he is bullying the weak.

"The sparring will be divided into two rounds. In the first round, I will attack you once. As long as you can stay uninjured or stand still, you will win."

"In the second round, you attack me three times. As long as I make a single move, you win."

“I have just returned from training at Luoxia Mountain and I have a lot of mid-grade first-tier demon beast corpses on hand. If you win a round, I will let you choose any one.”

"If you lose both rounds, I'll let you choose any one."

Chen Yunzheng said confidently.

The corpse of a mid-grade first-tier demon beast is worth at least several dozen spirit stones. It's just a simple sparring match; he doesn't believe Chen Qian wouldn't be tempted.

Chen Qian thought to himself, "That's more like it. Without a bet, what's the point of me sparring with a little kid like you?"

Since it can make money, there's no harm in making a move, but he doesn't particularly value these mere monster corpses.

"Since you're interested in playing a few rounds, Young Master Yunzheng, that's fine with me, but I have my conditions."

"Go ahead and tell me, I'll listen." Chen Yunzheng thought to himself, I'm not afraid of you making demands, I'm just afraid you don't have the guts.

After a moment's thought, Chen Qian said, "A two-round sparring session is fine, but if I win, besides the monster's corpse, I'd like to see what kind of talismans, spiritual materials, herbs, medicines, and fruits you have in your collection?"

"If the value is higher than that of the monster's corpse, I can make up the difference."

When Chen Yunzheng saw Chen Qian's conditions, he hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to agree, since there were some things he didn't want to give up.

But then I thought again, could I really lose?

impossible!
does not exist!
At most, they can only let the other party choose one monster corpse.

“Alright, come with me. We’ll find another place. The school gate isn’t suitable.”

The two walked one after the other along the bluestone path, but did not go to the bamboo forest training ground where the family disciples usually sparred.

Instead, they went to the foot of a relatively secluded hillside.

For Chen Yunzheng, winning or losing is not a matter of great pride.

As for Chen Qian, he didn't want to make a big fuss in public; making a fortune quietly was what suited him best.

Seeing that the area was deserted and the terrain was quite flat, making it suitable for sparring without any damage to facilities, Chen Yunzheng stopped and said, "This will do."

With a slap of his hand, he tossed out several monster corpses from his storage bag:
There was a "Snow Shadow Wolf" that was entirely silver-white, with a sword scar on its throat;
The "Green Rock Python," with its bluish-green scales, had its abdomen pierced.
The "Crimson Flame Finch" had its tail feathers charred black, and its wings were severed at the root...

They were all mid-grade first-tier demonic beasts; they didn't try to fool Chen Qian with low-grade ones.

Then they threw out several more wooden boxes and jade boxes.

"The box contains talismans, spiritual materials, and spiritual fruits. You can take a look first."

The boy stood with his arms crossed, "So you won't say I took advantage of you by not taking the things out first."

Chen Qian's gaze swept across the area, but lingered for a moment longer on the wound of the Snow Shadow Wolf. There were charred marks around the sword wound, indicating that Chen Yunzheng cultivated a fire-based technique.

“No rush,” he chuckled, “It’s not too late to see after the game is over.”

Since it's all already in his possession, it doesn't matter whether he looks at it first or later.

"Suit yourself! You go first! Otherwise you'll get injured and unable to fight back."

After saying that, Chen Yunzheng activated the defensive light shield of the first-grade high-quality magic robe, and with another hand gesture, a light red protective shield appeared on the surface of his body, which looked quite solid.

He twirled the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, assuming a defensive sword stance.

"bring it on!"

Chen Qian narrowed his eyes and stared into Chen Yunzheng's eyes, saying, "Do you have any defensive magic artifacts? Just a friendly reminder, it would be best if you used them as well."

"You—!" Chen Yunzheng's face flushed red: "You've humiliated me?"

In his view, he had been cautious enough. With two layers of protective shields and the Qingfeng Sword blocking his way, he could protect himself even against cultivators of the same level.

Chen Qian shook his head and said with a carefree smile, "Really not, I was just thinking about your safety."

Chen Yunzheng laughed angrily: "Stop talking nonsense. Is this some kind of psychological warfare? Are you trying to make me lose my temper and weaken my defenses?"

He took a deep breath and pointed his longsword at Chen Qian: "Come on—!"

"Okay, I'll be more careful."

Chen Qian didn't say anything more. He felt his good intentions were being taken for granted, and if he said a few more words, the kid might explode.

He took a half step forward with his right foot, bent his knee slightly, pulled his left hand back behind his back, spun his right hand in a half-circle in the air, clenched it into a fist, and brought it to his side, while he whispered, "Watch out!"

With a sharp tap of his toes on the ground, he transformed into a wisp of green smoke, instantly disappearing the several feet between them.

Chen Yunzheng was intently watching Chen Qian's movements, but he had not anticipated that the other party would be so fast, and his long sword had no time to defend...

He felt a gust of wind rush towards him, and just as his body tensed, a fist gleaming with gray light slammed heavily into his abdomen.

An irresistible, immense force erupted from his abdomen, instantly shattering the two layers of defensive shields.

Chen Qian's fist broke through two layers of defense, expending a lot of power, but it still made it impossible for Chen Yunzheng to maintain his balance, causing him to stagger back several steps.

Chen Yunzheng's eyes widened in anger, and he mustered his strength to steady himself as he retreated, thus avoiding falling to the ground.

Although he was not injured, Chen Yunzheng was completely stunned for a moment, as the result was unbelievable to him.

Chen Qian, however, thought it was normal. Although he only used about 70% of the power in his punch, it still far exceeded a thousand catties, and was no less than the power of an ordinary mid-stage first-order body cultivator.

Body cultivators rely mainly on speed and strength for their attacks. Without good defensive magic artifacts, the magical defense shields of magic cultivators of the same level simply cannot withstand them.

The defensive shield of a first-tier superior magic robe is weaker. After all, magic robes are not known for their strong defense, but rather for their comprehensive protection. Attributes such as waterproofing, windproofing, dustproofing, and the ability to change size are their selling points.

After a long while, Chen Yunzheng's scattered thoughts finally came together. His lips moved for a moment before he said, "I lost this round, so there's no need to compete in the second round."

"Choose two things."

(End of this chapter)