Proving Immortality Starting with Hextech Runes

There is still a little over a month before the battle for the Meteorite Chamber of Commerce's agency rights begins.

After learning about the intelligence and information on the Inner Sea and various seafood, Chen Xu began his secluded cultivation.

Although he was unable to conjure the upgraded phantom of the Primordial Saint Spear within the jade slip space.

However, the original Holy Lance can still be condensed, and it's fine to use it for practicing moves and techniques.

Chen Xu pondered that once he had extra [Masterpiece Upgraders] in the future, he would have to find a way to upgrade this jade slip.

Otherwise, the phantom images of many treasures could not be condensed, and he would feel somewhat uncomfortable.

……

Time flies, and the day of the battle for the Meteorite Chamber of Commerce's agency rights is fast approaching.

The competition will be held on Xiaochun Island.

Xiaochun Island is much smaller than Gui Island. It is long and narrow, but it is full of spiritual energy and is planted with cherry blossoms.

It's currently the peak blooming season, with pink and white petals fluttering like snowflakes, creating a beautiful atmosphere, but also with a touch of inexplicable eeriness.

The only open square on the island was already packed with monks.

In the center of the island is a battlefield, with arrays engraved on the surface to reinforce and isolate spiritual energy.

The arena was surrounded by tiered spectator stands, which were packed with cultivators.

Above the square, a cloud-shrouded pavilion floats, overlooking the entire area.

Two people sat upright in the pavilion, their auras as deep as the sea. They were the two Core Formation cultivators sent by the Meteorite Merchant Guild to preside over the competition.

The man on the left, with white hair and a youthful face, was wearing a blue brocade robe. He was short and stout and was smiling as he twirled a few strands of his beard.

The man on the right had a stern face, a tall and straight figure, and wore a long black robe. He was serious and never smiled.

At this moment, below the battle platform, Nan Dahai quietly pointed to the Zhang family's camp on the opposite side and secretly transmitted his voice to Chen Xu:

"Fellow Daoist Xu, look at the Zhang family, they only sent one Foundation Establishment stage cultivator to fight?"

"Could it be that they're planning to give up altogether?"

Chen Xu glanced at the Zhang family's contestant cultivator before looking away.

He then closed his eyes and waited for the competition to begin.

Meanwhile, far away in the Dark City, Chen Xu's consciousness sank into the mysterious jade slip.

Within the jade slip space, with a slight thought, four illusory figures quickly coalesced into form, which were the other contestants on this trip.

Among them, the contestants sent by the Sakura family and the Hashi family of Xiaochun Island were both young-looking female cultivators.

However, their cultivation levels were all at the late Foundation Establishment stage, except for the contestant sent by the Zhang family, whose cultivation level was at the mid Foundation Establishment stage.

Chen Xu's eyes narrowed, and the original phantom of the First Holy Spear that materialized in the space instantly fell into his palm.

I took on four opponents single-handedly and experienced firsthand their strength.

He then discovered that the Zhang family cultivator was indeed just an ordinary mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, unable to withstand even a single spear thrust from him.

It seems the Zhang family is indeed prepared to give up.

The cultivators from the Wang and Qiao families were of average strength, but the female cultivator from the Ying family struck Chen Xu as somewhat strange.

Not only is it incredibly strong, but its attack techniques...

It doesn't quite resemble the techniques of human cultivators; rather, it's more like the innate supernatural abilities of demons.

Chen Xu was filled with doubt and suspicion. Could this woman have acquired the supernatural power of the demon race through a secret technique similar to the "Blood Exchange Technique"?

"Never mind." He suppressed his suspicions, since this woman posed no threat to him anyway.

If nothing unexpected happens, this deal with the Nan family should be a sure thing...

Once he made up his mind, his consciousness exited the jade slip space.

After waiting a while longer, the competition finally began at Xiaochun Island Square.

In the pavilion above, the short, stout Core Formation cultivator who always had a smile on his face slowly rose to his feet.

He simply took a step forward, and his figure appeared like a ghost in the center of the arena, announcing:

"The time has come! I am a steward of the Meteorite Merchant Guild, and I have been ordered by the Xuan Shui Palace to preside over the proxy competition in the Ding 101 Sea Area."

"The rules are: each of the five families will send one person, and they will draw lots to determine who will be the winner. The family of the victor will receive a fifty-year agency right for this sea area!"

"During the competition, you are solely responsible for your own life and death. If you have any objections, raise them immediately!"

He glanced at the five representatives below the stage, and seeing that no one spoke, he waved his sleeve, and a lottery tube appeared on the stage.

"Now, draw lots!"

Five streaks of light flew out from each camp and landed in the divination tube.

The divination tube flashed, and five jade divination sticks floated in the air:

"The Royal Family of Gui Island is exempt from [certain duties]!"

"The Minami family of Gui Island versus the Zhang family of Gui Island!"

"The Koharujima Sakura family versus the Koharujima Hashi family!"

As soon as the lottery results were announced, Nan Dahai looked at the mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Zhang family and breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other side, in the Zhang family camp, the mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator had a gloomy expression, seemingly lost in thought.

On stage, the short, stout butler's voice rang out again:

"First match: Xu Ping'an of the Nan family versus Zhang Meng of the Zhang family! Both take the stage!"

As soon as the short, stout butler finished speaking, Chen Xu leaped onto the battle platform.

Almost simultaneously, from the direction of the Zhang family, Zhang Meng, who was in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, also jumped up.

However, unlike Chen Xu's calm demeanor, Zhang Meng appeared tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Just as the short, stout deacon retreated back to the pavilion and announced the start of the competition, Zhang Meng immediately raised his hands and shouted:

"My Zhang family concedes defeat! I forfeit this battle!"

The square instantly erupted in chaos:

"What?!"

"Surrender? A mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator surrenders to an early-Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

"What the hell?! I went all in, and the Zhang family is losing money!!"

Countless astonished and disdainful gazes were focused on Zhang Meng, and the audience erupted in uproar.

Zhang Meng's expression also darkened, and he cursed inwardly:

These people know nothing! I know that person's strength; he can kill early and mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators with a single blow.

Faced with such a killing god, if you don't surrender, are you just asking to die on stage?

Above the floating pavilion, the short, stout deacon frowned slightly, shook his head, and announced loudly:

"The Zhang family concedes defeat! Xu Ping'an of the Nan family wins!"

"Next match: Sakura-kei Sakura-nee vs. Hashi-kei Hashimoto Yoshi! Both take the stage!"

Chen Xu was not surprised by Zhang Meng's surrender. After returning to the sidelines, he began to watch the next round of the competition.

At this moment, two female cultivators from the Sakura and Hashi families quickly took to the stage.

Ying Ning wore a silver-white long dress and had a cool and aloof temperament.

Hashimoto Yoshinori was dressed in a dark red Taoist robe, exuding a heroic air.

The audience's attention was temporarily diverted from Zhang Meng's surrender, and they looked forward to the duel between the two female cultivators.

However, just as the short, stout butler finished speaking and sat back down in his seat...

Hashimoto Yoshimi clasped his hands in a fist salute and said in a clear voice, "I am inferior in skill and concede defeat in this battle!"

The square erupted in cheers once again:

"Admitting defeat again?!"

"What's going on today? Is surrendering the new trend?"

"I've gone all in on the Qiao family again, refund my money!!"

At this moment, the short, stout deacon's face turned completely dark.

Two surrenders without a fight in such a short period of time are a slap in the face to the referee.

He slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair, and an aura of power belonging to a Core Formation cultivator instantly enveloped the entire area.

"quiet!!"