Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality

Having Meng Jingzhou in the first round was Lu Yang’s idea; he wanted Meng Jingzhou to serve a blow to the morale of the Five Elements Sect.

Everlasting Fairy hesitated before saying, “Sect Master Qiu, I think Meng Jingzhou refining his body to the point of using his hair curtain to ram the opponent’s head can’t simply be described as ‘lacking combat experience’.”

At least in the ancient times, Everlasting Fairy had never seen such an outrageous method of body refinement.

Could this be the new era of body cultivators?

Qiu Jin’an was momentarily speechless at Everlasting Fairy’s blunt remark, unable to respond.

Could we possibly get someone else to sit next to me?

Qiu Jin’an put on an indifferent expression: “I had Du Xueyi go first merely as a warm-up. The next one to take the stage won’t be as easy to deal with as him.”

On the martial arts field, a refined Confucian cultivator took the stage, wearing a scholarly hat, holding a paper fan, and dressed in a light blue Confucian robe, appearing relaxed and composed.

“This is the most outstanding Confucian cultivator in our sect’s Foundation Building stage, Fang Hao.”

Qiu Jin’an made a polite remark, but everyone in the Five Elements Sect knew that Fang Hao’s level was actually similar to Du Xueyi’s.

“Coincidentally, we also have a Confucian cultivator.”

On the other side of the martial arts field, Barbarian Bone, carrying a huge hammer, arrived late. Originally, Barbarian Bone wanted to bring Meng Jingzhou over, but the referee said Meng Jingzhou wasn’t a weapon. Reluctantly, Barbarian Bone opted for the newly exchanged black iron hammer instead.

The hammer’s handle was affixed with talismans capable of reciting the entire text of “The Sage’s Words.”

“The Sage says: To learn and at times to apply what one has learned, isn’t it a joy…”

Barbarian Bone stepped toward Fang Hao, his face fierce. The sound of “The Sage’s Words” spread throughout the martial arts field, resembling a villain who had just massacred a family of twenty-eight, sparing not even the mice, reciting prayers for the dead afterward. It simply didn’t match up.

As soon as the match began, Barbarian Bone swung the black iron hammer towards Fang Hao, who sidestepped gracefully, avoiding the attack.

Barbarian Bone exerted force on his wrist, abruptly changing the hammer’s trajectory to sweep at Fang Hao.

Fang Hao didn’t expect Barbarian Bone to be so brute. Unable to dodge the hammer’s attack, he blocked it with his paper fan, which shattered. He was swept away.

The paper fan was a magical treasure capable of blocking a fatal attack once, so Fang Hao was not injured.

He put away his smile, realizing he was facing a tough opponent.

A micro tornado formed around Fang Hao, and when it dissipated, an invisible yet palpable force surrounded him.

“Expansive Righteous Qi?” Everlasting Fairy exclaimed, seeing Expansive Righteous Qi for the first time since her resurrection.

Fang Hao was a genuine Confucian cultivator, and the invisible force was indeed Expansive Righteous Qi.

“Were there Confucian cultivators and Expansive Righteous Qi in the ancient times?” Lu Yang asked.

“Of course. The author of ‘The Sage’s Words’ appeared much earlier than you think.”

“Did Confucius become an immortal?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“The state of being a Sage isn’t about a cultivation level, but about a ‘benevolent’ mindset, living a life in pursuit of ‘benevolence,’ which is the realm of a Sage.”

“The meaning of ‘benevolence’ is vast, and I couldn’t possibly explain it all in three days and three nights. Of course, with my level, I couldn’t talk for that long anyway.”

Clearly, Everlasting Fairy had a realistic assessment of her own knowledge.

With Expansive Righteous Qi as ink, Fang Hao used a wolf-hair brush to write in the air—Gentleman, go no farther, you are forbidden from moving ahead.

Barbarian Bone, charging forward, saw these words and involuntarily stopped in his tracks, his body completely out of control.

This is the rare Unity of Knowledge and Action technique among Confucian cultivators, a spell that forces the opponent to act according to the written words, achieving unity of knowledge and action.

Of course, this spell isn’t without its limits. With talents like Fang Hao, it can only be used on people of the same realm. Those of a higher realm are directly immune.

Using it against Barbarian Bone was just right.

Fang Hao then wrote—Do not impose on others what you yourself do not desire.

Using this phrase means if Barbarian Bone wants to attack Fang Hao, he must first hit himself.

Unexpectedly, when the command to stop disappeared, Barbarian Bone swung his hammer, startling Fang Hao.

“How did you break free from my control!”

“Control?” Barbarian Bone didn’t quite understand Fang Hao’s meaning, “Doesn’t this sentence mean I won’t give you what I don’t want for myself? It doesn’t restrict my freedom, right?”

Fang Hao was so frustrated he almost spit blood. The prerequisite for Unity of Knowledge and Action is understanding the meaning of the sentence, but the opponent is purely a barbarian!

Fang Hao was accidentally grazed by Barbarian Bone’s hammer, bleeding profusely. He quickly retreated, dodging Barbarian Bone’s hammer and wrote again—If you want to attack me, you must first attack yourself.

Although the modern language is far less effective than the classical text, he had no choice but to use it at this moment.

Barbarian Bone continued to swing his hammer at Fang Hao, still not controlled.

Fang Hao couldn’t believe it. Does this barbarian not even recognize words!

When Barbarian Bone leapt and swung his hammer at Fang Hao’s head, Fang Hao noticed that Barbarian Bone was closing his eyes!

Barbarian Bone, having learned from Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou for a month, had become quite clever. After two exchanges, he realized that as long as he didn’t look at the words Fang Hao wrote, he wouldn’t be affected.

So, he closed his eyes!

When Barbarian Bone’s hammer fell, the referee intervened, blocking the strike.

Had this strike landed on Fang Hao, he would never be able to hold a pen again.

“The second round, Barbarian Bone wins.”

Qiu Jin’an’s face turned somewhat unsightly, but having been bullied by the Dao Seeking Sect’s Nine since childhood, looking unsightly wasn’t new to him; he was used to it.

Everlasting Fairy remarked, “Worthy of the ancient barbarians, a natural-born race of fighters, even able to fight with their eyes closed.”

“Do you know much about the ancient barbarians?” Lu Yang asked.

Everlasting Fairy confidently replied, “Of course, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say I was a teacher to the ancient barbarians.”

“You know those barbarians, not the brightest bulbs. Luckily, they heard of my intelligence, which stood out even among immortals, so they invited me to teach in their tribe.”

“Teaching barbarians was hard; they’d forget what they learned the same day. But my perseverance was astounding, and I had enough patience. Eventually, I taught the barbarians the meaning of giving up.”

“Later, I changed my strategy, directly infusing my wisdom into their minds and bloodlines, so even without my teachings, their intelligence would be second only to mine!”

Lu Yang gasped, “Fairy, you’ve been poisoning them for millennia.”

Suddenly, Lu Yang realized something. With Everlasting Fairy’s significant contributions to the ancient barbarians, it was strange that Barbarian Bone, being from the ancient barbarian race, had never heard of Everlasting Fairy.

“Is there a gap in the ancient barbarians’ inheritance, or did someone deliberately erase Everlasting Fairy’s existence?”

Forgetting an immortal on such a global scale, what magnitude of effort would that take?