Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 538 One eunuch and one sword! Who can stand against him?

Thinking of this, Han Yueshan raised his hand to summon his attendant and whispered a few instructions. The attendant obeyed and left.

The competition continues on the training ground.

Chen Fan's opponent in the fourth round was a late-stage Core Formation sword cultivator from the Golden Sword Sect, who was also the last disciple from the Golden Sword Sect to participate in this competition. His name was Han Jiangyue.

This man had a cold expression and didn't say a word after going on stage; he simply drew his sword.

The golden sword light stretched endlessly like the Yangtze River.

Han Jiangyue's swordsmanship is from the same lineage as Han Tieyi's, but he is much more experienced and composed than Han Tieyi.

Each sword strike is both offensive and defensive, with a balanced and moderate style that leaves almost no openings.

Chen Fan fought him for over three hundred moves, their swords clashing and their sword energy surging.

The arena was slashed with swords of varying depths by the two fighters, sending shards of stone flying and dust billowing everywhere.

Chen Fan consistently used the spiritual power and swordsmanship of the early Core Formation stage, without revealing the slightest flaw. His sword was neither fast nor slow, neither hurried nor slow, yet he always managed to block Han Jiangyue's sword path before Han Jiangyue could change his moves, and always managed to strike with the most appropriate sword at the most appropriate moment.

The Golden Sword Sect disciples watching from below the stage were dumbfounded.

It should be noted that Han Jiangyue is the most skilled swordsman in the younger generation of the Golden Sword Sect in terms of grappling combat. He once wore down a late-stage Core Formation body cultivator of the same level with his endurance.

But now, facing this weakened cultivator from the Shangyun Sect, Han Jiangyue's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and her breathing gradually became heavy.

In contrast, although Chen Fan's face was still pale and his breathing was still rapid, the light in his eyes had not changed from beginning to end.

Especially after four hundred moves, Chen Fan suddenly changed his moves.

Eleven thrust out at an incredible angle, the tip of the sword colliding precisely with the tip of Han Jiangyue's golden sword, producing a crisp metallic clang.

Han Jiangyue felt a gentle force coming from the sword, her tiger's mouth went numb, and the golden sword flew out of her hand and landed on the arena with a clatter.

He paused for a moment, looked down at his empty right hand, then looked up at the swaying figure opposite him. His lips moved, but in the end he simply cupped his hands and said:

"Fellow Daoist Chen's swordsmanship is exquisite; I, Han, am convinced."

Fourth match, won.

The jeers from the audience completely disappeared.

The disciples of the Golden Sword Sect, Hundred Herbs Valley, Iron Sword Manor, Wind and Thunder Pavilion, Yellow Sand Sect, and Spirit Ruins Sect all fell silent.

Looking at the gray-blue figure on the stage who seemed ready to fall at any moment but remained standing, their eyes no longer held disdain and contempt, but rather disbelief and deep apprehension.

Li Changhe was at a loss for words.

He looked at Chen Fan, who had sat back down in his chair and was meditating with his eyes closed, and the fawning look in his eyes grew stronger!

I couldn't help but feel glad that I had recruited this person, and also glad that I had been humble enough when I went to apologize that day.

After all, in his view, such a person is someone you can only befriend, and never offend.

Just then, a middle-aged cultivator dressed in the robes of a steward from the City Lord's Mansion walked up to the Shangyun Sect's seat, holding an exquisite jade bottle in both hands, and respectfully said:

"Fellow Daoist Chen Mu, the City Lord, seeing your repeated hardships, specially ordered me to deliver a bottle of Rejuvenation Pills as a token of his appreciation."

The jade bottle was pure white, and its mouth was sealed with a layer of pale golden spiritual wax, making it clear at a glance that it was no ordinary item.

Chen Fan opened his eyes, glanced at the jade bottle, then at the steward, and nodded slightly: "Thank you, City Lord."

He took the jade bottle without saying anything.

The manager didn't take it to heart, and bowed to take his leave.

This scene was witnessed by the other six sects, immediately causing another commotion.

Who is the city lord Han Yueshan?

The Lord of the Desolate State, a great cultivator at the peak of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and a fifth-rank city guard appointed by the Great Yu Cultivation Kingdom.

Such a person actually sent someone to deliver pills to a nominal steward of the Shangyun Sect!

This is clearly an attempt to win them over!

……

The competition continues.

In the sixth round, his opponent was a late-stage Core Formation cultivator from the Lingxu Sect, and in the seventh round, he was the last disciple from the Huangsha Sect to participate.

Chen Fan remained in that precarious state, winning every time by the skin of his teeth, making his opponents feel that they were just a hair's breadth away from defeating him.

However, this is something we still fall short of.

In the eighth round, when the mid-stage Core Formation cultivator from Fenglei Pavilion had his magic weapon knocked away by Chen Fan's sword and surrendered with a humiliating expression, the martial arts arena fell into a long silence.

He fought seven rounds alone with his sword, without a single defeat.

Shangyun Sect, a declining sect regarded by everyone as the bottom of the pack and a joke, actually managed to break through the encirclement of six sects with the strength of one person and win the first place in the disciple group of this Desolate State Grand Competition.

Wu Daozi of the Golden Sword Sect turned ashen-faced and left without a word.

The white-haired elder from Hundred Herbs Valley sighed, shook his head, and led his disciples away. The late-stage Core Formation elder from Yellow Sand Sect, who had vowed revenge, ultimately only glared at Chen Fan before turning and leaving.

Master Feihe sat in the seat of Shangyun Sect, his cloudy old eyes gleaming with an indescribable light.

He moved his lips a few times, but in the end he just slowly got up, walked to Chen Fan, and bowed.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Mu, on behalf of the ancestors of Yun Sect, I express my deepest gratitude to you."

Behind him, the four elders, Li Changhe, Mo Hanshan, Liu Qiuhe, and Qian Buduo, bowed in unison.

The surviving disciples struggled to their feet, and regardless of whether they were injured or not, they all bowed their heads to the gray-blue figure.

Chen Fan stood up, reached out to help Feihe Shangren up, and said calmly, "It's my duty, Ancestor, there's no need for such formality. Since I've taken up the name of Shangyun Sect, I am now a member of Shangyun Sect."

Master Feihe raised his head and looked at the clean, beardless face. He suddenly felt that even after living for hundreds of years, he still couldn't see through the young man in front of him.

But if you can't see through it, then so be it.

After all, some people are destined for greatness in his eyes, and it is already an unexpected joy that Shangyun Sect was able to form this good relationship with such a person.

On the high platform, the scholar with the iron crown, Han Yueshan, stood up.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire room. His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly:

"The Great Competition of the Wilderness State has now concluded. Chen Mu of the Shangyun Sect, the top-ranked disciple, has qualified to participate in the Great Competition of the Great Yu Kingdom. In the Nascent Soul group, the Nascent Soul Ancestors of each sect will accompany me to the Imperial City to participate in the Nascent Soul level competition. The Great Competition of the Great Yu Kingdom has brought together heroes from all thirty-six prefectures, with countless powerful figures. The Wilderness State has historically ranked low, receiving meager rewards from the court, and I have been unable to hold my head high in the court. If I can achieve a breakthrough this year, I will certainly reward those who have made contributions and will never mistreat those who have done so."

The cultivators all clasped their hands in agreement.

Han Yueshan waved his hand, signaling everyone to disperse.

Chen Fan was about to follow the others from Shangyun Sect back to their residence when he heard hurried footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw it was the city lord's steward who had delivered the pills earlier.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Mu, please wait." The steward said with a smile and cupped his hands. "The City Lord has prepared spiritual tea in his mansion. Please come in and have a chat."