Immortality Starts From Making Money.
Chapter 34: The Fame of the Blood Fury Arena

Chapter 34: The Fame of the Blood Fury Arena

"Where Are You Going?"

"To the border. I need to try my luck."

"Really? I’m also heading there!"

"Hahaha. I heard a lot of people have rushed to the border."

"Yes. I was delayed by my wife. I would have left yesterday."

"Good. Let’s go together."

Although Purple Mountain City was far from the border, that did not stop men from going.

The allure of winning hundreds of thousands of spirit stones was too tempting to resist.

Apart from that, they could obtain the highly sought-after Spirit Link. Many clans and families were furious with the Radiant Sect for halting its sale.

As for traveling to another city to buy it, that was nothing more than a pipe dream. Thousands of people queued outside the Thousand Wealth Chamber daily—some even slept there.

How could an outsider possibly hope to acquire the must-have Spirit Link?

However, at the Blood Fury Arena, they had a chance to obtain one immediately after winning twenty consecutive battles.

Thus, those who desired the Spirit Link for various reasons and those in need of money all flocked to the Blood Fury Arena.

While all this was happening, the Radiant Sect remained silent, continuing their plans in the shadows.

In the Dust Valley Sect outpost, a new small town had sprung up, filled with people hoping to try their luck.

Compared to the thousands of mortals and warriors, the Dust Valley Sect disciples were few in number.

Yet, their prestige was higher than ever.

Why?

Every single sect disciple who had fought in the arena had won their battles. The mortal rankings were dominated by the Dust Valley Sect.

And now, a disciple was on the verge of winning twenty straight battles.

At the third battle arena, the seats were packed. The electrifying cheers made one’s blood boil with excitement and anticipation.

On the stage, two men were locked in combat.

Deng Jie wielded his sword elegantly, blocking an incoming punch.

Across from him stood a sturdy man with a long scar across his face, his eyes gleaming with burning fighting spirit.

"You can forget about winning twenty straight matches!" he howled before throwing a powerful punch.

"Mountain Splitting Punch!"

The air twisted violently, and a terrifying pressure filled the arena. The audience collectively sucked in a cold breath.

Among the crowd, the Dust Valley Sect disciples wore grave expressions.

Can he block it? they all wondered.

In one of the private rooms, Mo Jian watched the battle with fascination.

"Mountain Fist comprehension has reached the Greater Success Stage," he mused.

On the stage, Deng Jie’s expression turned serious. He swung his sword in an arc.

"Seven Wind Strike!"

Instantly, phantoms of powerful winds, created from spiritual energy, appeared on the stage, rushing toward the incoming fist.

"What a powerful sword strike!"

The audience held their breath, long forgetting to cheer for their favored fighter.

Boom!

A terrifying explosion rocked the stage, sending both men hurtling backward.

The burly man, Mountain Fist, quickly regained his footing, blood trickling from the corner of his lips.

As for Deng Jie, he lay sprawled on the ground, his face pale, blood gushing from his major orifices.

Looking at their chief disciple, the Dust Valley Sect’s inner disciples wore expressions of disbelief.

"H-He lost..."

"How is this possible?!"

For a moment, the arena fell into stunned silence. Everyone stared at Deng Jie, who was gasping for breath.

"Winner! Mountain Fist!" the judge declared, snapping the crowd out of their trance.

"Congratulations to Mountain Fist for winning his first ten consecutive battles!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted, shouting Mountain Fist’s name.

The atmosphere was electrifying. Cheers and applause filled the air.

As for the defeated Deng Jie, no one cared.

Standing at the center of the stage, the burly Mountain Fist basked in the crowd’s adulation, his heart swelling with pride.

He had once been just an ordinary hunter and mercenary from a small village.

But today, he was no longer just a nameless hunter.

And this was why the Blood Fury Arena was growing in popularity with each passing day.

Mo Jian watched the excited crowd for a moment before shifting his gaze.

"How is the cleanup progressing?" Mo Jian asked.

A few steps away stood a young man in his late twenties. He was an inner-court steward from a merchant family, recruited by Zhao Tian.

"Young Master, by tonight, we should have cleared a one-kilometer radius," Kai Wang responded respectfully.

"Good." Mo Jian nodded.

He hadn’t expected that after the opening of the Blood Fury Arena, combined with the influence of the weapons, his system mission would be completed in just three days.

"What about the blacksmiths?"

"We’ve recruited twenty more," Kai Wang replied.

"That’s good. Have the construction teams ready. Once the one-kilometer radius is cleared, we’ll begin building an outpost and immediately start exploring the area."

"Yes, Young Master."

Even though the system mission required him to clear a one-kilometer radius, how could he pass up such a golden opportunity to strengthen his chamber?

As the sun set over the horizon, darkness descended. Previously, the outpost would have been shrouded in eerie howls, with bone-chilling cold filling the air.

But now, everything had returned to normal, and the small town was lively.

Men and women, clad in Blood Fury Armor and wielding specialized weapons, rushed out of town to complete their daily quotas.

Without fulfilling their quotas, they couldn’t participate in the arena—risking a reset of all their previous kills.

With thousands of mortals and cultivators surging into the darkness, the once-quiet forest was bound to be anything but peaceful.

Meanwhile, far from the bustling border, numerous Radiant Sect groups rushed toward their target.

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed in the sky, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.

Inside the Radiant Sect’s headquarters, the sect master looked impatiently at the elder standing before him.

"How is it?" he demanded.

"Sect Master, everything is going according to plan," the elder responded with a sinister grin.

"Hahaha. Good. Let’s see how the Dust Valley Sect recovered from this."