Longevity: Start Farming with Entries

Qin Ming left Jialing City, riding the Silver-winged Frost Bee back towards Wangyue Island.

He flew in the air for most of the day.

Suddenly.

His powerful divine thought detected a large gathering of cultivators a few miles away.

The location was a rolling mountain range, where a long blue stone wall was built, winding through the mountains like a dragon coiled among the peaks.

Qin Ming was originally planning to leave directly but was intrigued when he overheard the discussions of the cultivators heading there.

He immediately put the Silver-winged Bee into his spirit beast bag, used the Concealing Breath Technique to reveal an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation level, and casually stopped a late-stage Qi Cultivator to ask questions.

The Qi Cultivator, controlling a Dharma Ship flying swiftly towards the gathering, was suddenly stopped by someone.

A flash of anger crossed his eyes, but when he sensed the mana fluctuations from the other party far exceeded his own, a smile returned to his face.

"Heh heh! Esteemed senior, how may I assist you?" The Qi Cultivator smiled and bowed respectfully to Qin Ming.

He looked at the rugged bearded man before him and cursed his luck inwardly, instantly feeling intimidated.

Qin Ming pretended to be profound, snorted coldly, and asked, "Humph! What are you running for? Am I that frightening?"

"You, brat, better tell me what exactly is happening up ahead. If your explanation doesn't satisfy me, be careful, I might break your legs!"

Upon hearing this, the late-stage Qi Cultivator shuddered in fear and quickly answered honestly, "Reporting to senior, today is the agreed duel day between Linghu Yang and Wei Country's first sword Wei Wuya. In a short while, the two will duel at the Forbidden Ridge; many cultivators are rushing to witness this once-in-a-century event."

"I also rushed to join the excitement."

Qin Ming was taken aback, not expecting it to involve Wei Wuya.

"Cough! Tell me more, who exactly is this Linghu Yang to dare challenge Wei Wuya?"

"Ah? Doesn't senior know? Linghu Yang is the recently prominent hermit; he defeated the Fake Pill Ancestor with Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivation, becoming famous in the Wei Country cultivation realm."

Qin Ming frowned, recalling vaguely hearing discussions about this person at Vast Sea Immortal City, leaving some impression.

'No wonder he dared challenge Wei Wuya, seems he has some capabilities.'

"Alright, you can go." Qin Ming grumbled in a coarse voice.

The Qi Cultivator, hearing this, left gratefully, sweating profusely.

"Such bad luck! Maybe today isn't suitable for traveling. Encountering such an evil star, luckily he isn't some wicked villain, or I'd be done for..."

…

Qin Ming watched the cultivator leave and thought to himself: 'Interesting.'

'Looks like I'll conveniently get to witness the true power level of the Foundation Establishment stage in the Wei Country cultivation realm.'

With this in mind, Qin Ming also flew towards the Forbidden Ridge.

A stick of incense later.

Qin Ming arrived at the site where the duel was about to begin. The Forbidden Ridge was already bustling with people.

"Who do you think will win this battle?"

"Isn't it obvious? It's definitely Linghu Yang! Defeating the Fake Pill Ancestor, he's a once-in-a-century unparalleled genius!"

"Wei Wuya, as Wei Country's first sword, isn't renowned for nothing. After years of hard cultivation, his swordsmanship must have reached mastery! Linghu Yang surely can't last more than one round against him."

"Do you dare to bet? I'll wager your high-grade magical artifact?"

"Bring it on! Who's afraid? But let's agree beforehand, if you lose, you must hand over that century-old Wind Spirit Grass!"

"Agreed! So be it! Who's afraid?"

"…"

Such scenes unfolded continuously at the Forbidden Ridge.

Qin Ming was also dumbfounded by the betting among cultivators even before the duel between Wei Wuya and Linghu Yang began.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

At this moment, two dazzling escape lights approached quickly from the distant sky.

Two majestic figures stood in the void, staring at each other.

Linghu Yang stood tall, eyes sharp, with rugged facial features, holding a top-grade spiritual saber in his arms, he said faintly to Wei Wuya, "This battle will determine both superiority and life or death!"

"As you wish." Wei Wuya's face remained impassive.

The surrounding cultivators, hearing such a straightforward and domineering opening, couldn't help but feel their blood boil.

Qin Ming too was secretly observing from the nearby sky. He had just probed with his divine thought and found that the mana cultivation fluctuations of both were nearly evenly matched.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

The battle was about to break out.

In the sky, two light shadows intertwined, flashing a glaring brilliance, causing the crowd below to exclaim in surprise.

Boom! Boom!

Two deafening sounds exploded as Wei Wuya and Linghu Yang engaged in combat mid-air.

Some cultivators only felt the immense force but couldn't understand what exactly transpired.

Qin Ming, however, saw clearly. The two Foundation Establishment Perfection geniuses exchanged dozens of blows in an instant.

A visible mass of crimson sword aura and a patch of blue light intertwined, clashing from the sky to the ground, flattening nearby peaks.

Many onlookers, witnessing such terrifying power, couldn't help but fly away on their magical artifacts, fearing the aftermath of their spells would kill them, leaving them dead and dissipated.

In an instant.

In the distant mountains, rocks shattered, dazzling magic roars echoed one after another, and smoke billowed.

Wei Wuya, known as the number one sword in Wei Country, wielded a top-grade Spiritual Artifact Dharma Sword, with sword aura flickering around him, sometimes forming a sword shield, sometimes transforming into a sword array, forcing Linghu Yang into danger several times.

Wherever the sword aura passed, nothing could withstand it, and everything was slashed into dust.

However, Linghu Yang was not an easy opponent either. He wielded a golden long blade Spiritual Artifact, surrounded by multicolored flames, and his momentum threatened a Fake Pill level.

"Hmph! Brother Wei, you have great skills. Next, I will use my strongest strike ever. If even this move can't defeat you, I'll concede." Linghu Yang's eyes showed madness, and his battle intent was awe-inspiring!

He then pointed at his brow, and a drop of dark red blood floated out, dropping instantly onto the blade.

Boom!

The ancient golden long blade seemed to have been awakened by something. It instantly transformed into a dazzling starlight and disappeared.

Clearly, he had activated some terrifying secret technique at the cost of burning his essence blood and lifespan.

Linghu Yang then clasped his hands together, raising them over his head.

Boom!

A tens of feet long blue blade aura phantom suddenly appeared over Linghu Yang, exuding a world-destroying momentum!

Even Wei Wuya frowned upon seeing this, cursing inwardly: What a damn lunatic!

Qin Ming, transformed into a burly man with a red beard, was watching the spectacle from the side of the sky with rapt attention.

He suddenly felt something was amiss.

Wei Wuya's location was directly in front of Qin Ming, and he hadn't anticipated that Linghu Yang's strike, at the cost of burning essence, would be so formidable.

Just as Qin Ming was about to step back and watch from a distance, the blade aura phantom, controlled by Linghu Yang, approached Wei Wuya with unstoppable momentum!

Boom!

The cultivators watching from Qin Ming's side were terrified, their faces pale, regretting not stepping back further as they silently prayed that Wei Wuya could withstand this immensely powerful magic.

"Oh my goodness!"

"Linghu Yang's strike likely surpasses the Foundation Establishment Stage's magic realm, right?"

"This man is truly a madman. It's over, there's no time to dodge."

"I hope Wei Wuya can handle this. Otherwise, it's a disaster!"

As the crowd scattered and fled in all directions.

The tens of feet long blue blade aura phantom, under Linghu Yang's control, erupted with even more momentum, rising over another ten feet before slashing down right in front!

Something unexpected occurred.

Faced with such a terrifying trump card, even Wei Wuya, hailed as the number one sword in Wei Country, didn't plan to take the strike head-on.

He took out a gray talisman, immediately slapping it onto himself, and vanished from his original spot.

He reappeared a mile away in an instant.

This maneuver left even Qin Ming dumbfounded.

"Damn it! Wei Wuya actually chickened out!"

"It's over, the blade is coming down, run!"

"There's no time, we're doomed..."

"..."

Qin Ming's face twitched. He hadn't expected that just being a bystander would get him caught in the crossfire of a magical duel.

Seeing Linghu Yang's mightiest strike targeting the space he occupied, he realized escape was impossible without a teleportation talisman like Wei Wuya's.

The nearby cultivators lamented in despair, their faces showing hopelessness.

Roar!

At this moment.

A giant blood-red four-armed phantom appeared in midair, over twenty feet tall, towering and monumental.

The moment the blood-red four-armed giant phantom appeared, it exuded an unparalleled aura, sending shockwaves radiating in all directions.

The affected cultivators were like skiffs in a stormy sea, blown about chaotically, with some even falling directly from midair.

The blood-red four-armed giant ape phantom showed no fear as the blade aura slashed toward it.

Crackle! Boom!

Its four arms stretched, fingers clenching into fists, transforming into a blood-red Demon God, crossing tens of feet in an instant and striking the sky-bound blade aura phantom horizontally!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Crack!

After several earth-shaking collisions, the blue blade aura in the sky was shattered instantly by the blood-red giant phantom's punches, scattering like foam.

Bam!

The residual force of the punches continued unabated and smashed into Linghu Yang in midair, sending him crashing into the mountainside like a cannonball.

An unmistakable 'Tai' character-shaped black indentation appeared on the mountainside...

Gasp!

The watching cultivators collectively gasped, not only relieved for surviving but also stunned and unable to calm their shocked emotions after witnessing this scene.

Not far away, Wei Wuya, equally taken aback, looked at Qin Ming, who had transformed into a burly man with a red beard, his mind in turmoil...