LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 134: Immortal With Parkinson’s Disease
Seeing the anger etched on Gao Xiaobo's face, Elder Jiang paled, beads of sweat forming on his brow. 'Oh, Heavens, what did I do to deserve such a disciple?'
In contrast to him, Feng Fan's smile widened, clearly happy with Gao Xiaobo's reaction. "How about one hundred high-grade qi stones?" he asked casually.
Gao Xiaobo raised an eyebrow, his disdain barely concealed. A hundred high-grade qi stones weren't much to him, but for a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Qian Empire, it was a colossal sum.
Typically, one high-grade qi stone was worth ten thousand middle-grade qi stones, but in the Dao Seeking School's territory, no other sect had access to high-grade qi stone mines. The demand was high, and the scarcity turned the stones into priceless treasures.
If the Qian Emperor could purchase a single high-grade qi stone for one hundred thousand middle-grade qi stones, he'd do so without hesitation.
"Quite greedy, aren't you?" Gao Xiaobo sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.
"Fine. I'll reward you, but If you fail to reach the red flag or touch the ground after leaving the safe zone, your sect will lose its right to participate in the Combat category. How does that sound?" His expression screamed confidence, certain Feng Fan wouldn't dare accept such a reckless bet.
The disciples of the White Crow Sect collectively held their breaths, their thoughts in unison: Feng Fan, you lunatic, don't do it!
But their silent prayers went unheard—even if Feng Fan heard them he would ignore without hesitation.
Feng Fan clapped his hands together. "Deal! Let's get started!"
Elder Jiang, who had been barely holding himself together, coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Before blacking out, his final thought was one of pure despair: 'We are doomed!'
Yin Jian, standing next to Elder Jiang, paled but somehow managed to stay upright. Circulating his cultivation technique, he stabilized his tense nerves.
As he glared at Feng Fan, he silently cursed, 'Elder Duan, when we return to the sect, I swear I'll punish you and this unfilial disciple!'
Gao Xiaobo's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He hadn't expected this disciple to be such a madman!
"Oh? Since you've accepted, I'll extend the same challenge to everyone. Is anyone else brave enough to take on the same terms?"
The other participants glued their mouths. No one wanted to risk being mistaken for a fool. If this madman wanted to drag his sect into disaster, let him do it alone!
Only the four other participants from the White Crow Sect despaired.
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Seeing no one step forward, Gao Xiaobo shook his head, feigning disappointment. "What a shame. It looks like we only have one cultivator with true courage here…" He paused, then grinned. "The competition officially starts now!"
"Feng Fan, this…" One of the participants from the White Crow Sect opened his mouth, clearly about to plead with him to reconsider, but Feng Fan cut him off before he could finish.
"Do you have a sword?" Feng Fan asked, looking at him expectantly.
"A sword?" The participant blinked in confusion.
Feng Fan nodded. "Yes. Lend it to me." He extended his hand toward the man.
The man was confused by Feng Fan's request but handed over his sword.
'I hope this works. If not, I might have no choice but to pray for Little Brick to come back,' Feng Fan thought.
Since he wasn't yet at the Golden Core Formation realm, he couldn't fly without a weapon. His usual flying tool, the Suppression Relic, was currently out of commission.
The only option was to attempt his flying technique using the borrowed sword.
'Little Brick, please don't hate me… I'm only doing this because you left me,' Feng Fan mused.
For a moment, he felt like a cheating husband. His wife had gone away for work, and now he was seeking comfort in another woman, just to fill the emptiness.
Feng Fan channeled his spiritual qi into the sword. While the weapon resisted at first, it eventually responded to his efforts.
Slowly, the sword expanded just enough for him to stand on it with both feet.
He leaped onto the sword and willed it to slice through the air. Unfortunately, his flying technique, though adaptable to other weapons, was specifically optimized for use with the Suppression Relic.
The sword wobbled like a flag caught in a storm, and his speed was painfully slow—barely faster than a turtle's crawl. The sight was almost comical: a Foundation Establishment cultivator struggling to perform a basic sword-flying technique.
Elder Jiang, who had just regained his composure, saw the spectacle and felt blood rising in his throat. Laughter erupted around him.
"With disciples like this, no wonder the White Crow Sect has fallen so low."
"In my two thousand years of life, I've never seen such an incompetent disciple. Truly an eye-opener!"
Even Gao Xiaobo, hovering above the scene, couldn't help but chuckle at the pitiful display.
"Boy, if you keep this up, even flying in a straight line toward the red flag with no obstacles, you won't make it in time!" he taunted, his voice dripping with amusement.
Feng Fan ignored Gao Xiaobo's mocking and focused on increasing his speed. He knew the real challenge wasn't evading the arrays—it was reaching the red flag within twenty-four hours.
Still within the safe zone, he began maneuvering the sword in controlled circles, gradually building up speed.
After a few minutes, he managed to go faster than a snail's pace and reduced the sword's trembling to a slight quiver—enough to resemble a flying sword immortal afflicted with Parkinson's disease.
'Good enough,' he thought, nodding to himself.
Before making his move toward the red flag, Feng Fan glanced at the other participants.
All of them, including the White Crow Sect disciples, were already engaging with the first set of arrays, painstakingly attempting to break through.
The field was a chaotic mix of traps, from illusion arrays to sword-killing arrays. One female disciple from the Sun Sect had been caught in an illusion array and was now loudly shouting out some very inappropriate fantasies involving her senior and junior brothers together.
Feng Fan shivered at the sound. "Dammit, why does it have to be yaoi lovers?" he muttered, steering his gaze away quickly.