My path to immortality was smooth sailing.

"So that's how it is. Wei Dao, did you already know about Wei Yun's breakthrough?"

"This is going to be fun, haha!" Wei Lie laughed heartily.

Wei Dao, on the other hand, gave a wry smile. "I originally thought that Wei Yun would win the first match easily, but now it seems that it is still an unknown."

"These two have been hiding their true colors for too long!" Wei Long's face turned somewhat ugly. He recalled his arrogant words from yesterday, and his face turned pale and then purple.

While others, like Wei Yun, who had reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, did not speak recklessly, it was he who had just broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining who made such outrageous remarks.

"Sigh! I should keep a lower profile from now on," Wei Long muttered to himself.

Time passed second by second. The two were evenly matched and familiar with each other's techniques. The first match was actually predicted correctly by Elder Wei Lie.

The first match ended in a draw!

The two exchanged a final magical attack, their spiritual energy exhausted, and they were both blasted off the stage.

Wei Yun coughed up a mouthful of blood and stumbled back several steps when he landed, each step leaving a deep footprint on the solid ground.

Fortunately, Wei Dao intervened at the last moment, supporting her back. The spiritual power of the Yi Mu Chang Qing Gong was as gentle as water, slowly flowing into Wei Yun's body to heal her injuries.

"Are you alright?" Wei Dao asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury." Blood trickled from the corner of Wei Yun's mouth.

"The other side isn't much better off."

Sure enough, when Wei Jing looked over, Chu Rusong was almost unable to stand steadily.

"The first match is a draw. The second match will begin. Please invite both sides to the stage," said Steward Han of the Qingfu Sect in a loud voice.

Wei Jing and the others exchanged glances, and then all turned their gazes to Wei Long.

"Young Master Long, we're counting on you." The three said in unison.

"Hmph!" Wei Long flicked his robes, his feet swung with spiritual energy, and he flew into the arena.

"Wei family, Wei Long." Wei Long stepped onto the stage and bowed towards the Chu family.

To be fair, although Young Master Long is rather arrogant, he is quite proper in terms of etiquette.

"Jing'er, go and meet this little brat from the Wei family!" an old man said in a hoarse voice.

"good!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a fair-skinned boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old from the Chu family stepped out and slowly descended into the arena under the gaze of everyone.

"The Chu family, Chu Jingfei."

"Alright, begin!" Deacon Han shouted as the two took their positions.

"Chu Jingfei is also at the fourth level of Qi Refining. I hope Young Master Long has some real skills!" Wei Tieshan chuckled.

Looking over, Wei Jing saw that on the arena, wisps of flame were emanating from Wei Long's body.

"Is this another inheritance of my Wei family?" Wei Jing asked in surprise.

"That's right, Wei Long cultivates the Fire Devouring Technique," Wei Qingyao nodded.

Four hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Wei family were being hunted down by their enemies in the open sea and fled along the Canglang River all the way to Wushan.

However, the enemy never gave up searching for the Wei family's ancestor. Back then, after the Wei family's ancestor achieved Foundation Establishment, he killed a Foundation Establishment cultivator who came looking for him.

"That Foundation Establishment cultivator was called the Fire-Swallowing Child. The Fire-Swallowing Technique was obtained from him, and naturally it became the Wei family's heirloom technique."

However, cultivating this Fire Devouring Technique requires high aptitude, making it difficult for ordinary clansmen to even begin, and even those who do begin find it difficult to cultivate to a high level.

"Wei Long has dual spiritual roots of water and fire, so he can only cultivate this one technique; there is no other way," Wei Tieshan said, shaking his head.

"Hmm!" Wei Jing nodded, his gaze still fixed on the arena.

The two had already exchanged over a hundred blows. Although Wei Long had only broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining, he had been suppressing Chu Jingfei the entire time, seemingly with complete ease.

"Swallow!" Wei Long shouted, swallowing Chu Jingfei's fireball in one gulp, and then slapped out a fiery palm with his backhand, sending the man flying off the stage.

"Wei Jiasheng!" Steward Han called out loudly.

"As expected of Young Master Long, impressive!" Wei Jing smiled, the Wei family had taken the lead.

Wei Long was not at ease either, having consumed most of his spiritual energy. However, he did not show it on the surface, and even smiled, pretending to be relaxed.

Deacon Han glanced at him, a strange look in his eyes.

"Excellent, solid foundation, a promising talent."

"Should we continue fighting the next person, or switch?" Deacon Han asked.

Wei Long hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Wei Jing and the others below the stage, gritted his teeth, and said:

"continue!"

"Good lad, you've got guts!" Deacon Han laughed heartily.

On the Chu family's side, seeing that the Wei family wouldn't change their representatives and chose to fight two matches in a row, one of them immediately shouted angrily:

"Let me teach him a lesson this time!"

After saying that, he leaped onto the arena.

"It's Chu Manshan. I fought him last year and narrowly lost by two moves," Wei Qingyao said slowly.

"It's alright, have some faith in Young Master Long!" Wei Jing said with a smile.

"Haha! Yes, that's right," Wei Tieshan chimed in.

"Let's hope so!"

The two began to fight. At first, Wei Long was in a strong position to suppress his opponent, but as time went by, he gradually ran out of spiritual energy and fell into a disadvantageous position.

Wei Jing stared intently. Chu Manshan's attacks were not sharp; rather, they were somewhat clumsy and primarily defensive.

His strategy was very wise; it boils down to one word: delay!

If they can drag this out and exhaust Wei Long's spiritual power, then he will be the ultimate winner.

"Damn it, I'll teach you to dodge!" Wei Long gritted his teeth and spat out a ball of scorching flame. The flame swelled in the wind and covered most of the arena in the blink of an eye, leaving Chu Manshan with nowhere to hide.

"what!"

As the flames subsided, Chu Manshan stood tall in the center of the arena, while Wei Long, who had unleashed his ultimate move, flew off the arena and was caught by the Grand Elder.

"Pfft!" Chu Manshan spat out a mouthful of black blood and collapsed onto the arena, falling into a coma.

"In the third match, Chu Jiasheng won."

"You still lost?" Wei Qingyao frowned. She knew that unless she could use a magical artifact, she would definitely lose when facing Wei Long's final move.

Just kidding, Young Master Long has every right to be proud.

"Sigh! I'll play in this fourth match!"

"Okay!" Wei Jing and Wei Tieshan naturally had no objections.

"The Chu family probably doesn't have anyone above the fourth level of Qi Refining anymore!" Wei Jing looked at the Chu family camp with slight hesitation, looking at the two young men standing at the front.

"There's also Chu Qingshan, who's at the fourth level of Qi Refining. You should know his father, Chu Feibai."

Wei Jing was somewhat surprised to hear this.

"Chu Feibai, one of the two Foundation Establishment ancestors of the Chu family?"

"That's right!" Wei Tieshan nodded.

"No!" Wei Jing's expression changed slightly. He turned to look at Wei Tieshan and saw that he was also stunned.

"In the fourth round, Chu Qingshan of the Chu family has reached the fifth level of Qi Refining, and Wei Qingyao of the Wei family has reached the fourth level of Qi Refining." Deacon Han nodded to Chu Qingshan, whose father, Chu Feibai, is a newly promoted elder of the Qingfu Sect.

This alone is enough to make everyone look at Chu Qingshan with more respect.

Wei Qingyao's face turned slightly pale!

"What's going on? How did Chu Qingshan reach the fifth level of Qi Refining?"

Wei Lie suddenly stood up; this was not what he had previously known!

Wei Dao smiled bitterly: "We miscalculated. Those old foxes from the Chu family kept it a secret too well."

"Wei Lie, your Wei family's three hundred acres of spiritual fields and a spiritual vein, my Chu family will gladly accept them." An old man from the Chu family stood up, his face beaming.

"Old dog Chu! What are you so smug about? If you've got the guts, let's go to the ring and have a go." Wei Lie was a man with a short temper, and he was easily provoked.

"Elder, calm down." Elder Honggu immediately stopped him, preventing him from acting impulsively.

"Don't stop me, I want to fight him for three hundred rounds."

Wei Dao, standing to the side, said leisurely, "Elder, you can't beat them anyway."

"I..." Wei Lie was speechless, and finally sat down in a sullen voice, his face as black as a pot lid.

However, his face darkened even more soon.

Because Wei Qingyao was defeated, she could only barely hold out against Wei Qingshan for seventy or eighty moves.

"You flatter me!" Wei Qingshan said with a smile, his demeanor refined and scholarly.

"We're doomed!" Wei Long looked at the white-clad man on the arena with considerable resentment.

Unexpectedly, the Chu family had a trump card up their sleeve: Chu Qingshan, who was at the fifth level of Qi Refining. He was about to take on three opponents at once!

Wei Jing and Wei Tiezhu exchanged a glance, deciding whether to go first or second.

"I'll go!" Wei Tiezhu took a deep breath.