Immortality Starts From Making Money.
Chapter 56: Eve Before the Tournament.

Chapter 56: Eve Before the Tournament.

When the news of a low-grade Earth Technique spread throughout the Western Region, many were stunned in disbelief.

Would the Blood Fury Arena really give out such a precious technique?

Although many remained skeptical, the allure of a low-grade Earth Technique was too great to ignore.

As a result, thousands of warriors, both old and young, rushed toward the border.

Many old warriors had been stuck at the early Foundation Building Realm for years because their techniques were incomplete.

And now...

With this enticing opportunity, the tension inside the Blood Fury Arena rose to a whole new level.

On the second level of the Blood Fury Arena—the Foundation Realm stage—a deadly battle was underway.

Jing Wang wore a solemn expression as she battled a ferocious, burly man.

This man, known for his brute strength and reckless fighting style, fought like a madman who cared nothing for defense.

"Barbarian Bull Hack!" the burly man roared, his voice thundering across the arena like a war drum.

As he swung his massive black axe, the very air twisted violently, forming ripples of distorted space.

A crimson aura erupted around the blade, pulsing with brutal energy and suffocating bloodlust.

As the massive black axe descended, the audience collectively sucked in a cold breath.

Even from their seats, they could feel the brutal murderous aura of the attack.

Since the announcement of the low-grade Earth Technique, the Blood Fury Arena had transformed into a battleground of life and death.

Yet despite the danger, people continued to leap onto the stage to fight.

Now, all eyes were fixed on how the Dust Valley Sect’s Eldest Disciple would respond to the deadly strike.

Jing Wang’s expression remained composed, but her heart raced—the battle had escalated far beyond her expectations.

Gritting her teeth, she raised her sword and whispered, "Seven Lotus Petals!"

In an instant, seven luminous lotus petals blossomed into existence, each glowing with brilliant spiritual light.

They shot forward like shooting stars, trailing arcs of energy as they intercepted the descending axe.

Each petal pulsed with refined killing intent, so intense that weaker cultivators in the audience turned pale, their bodies trembling from the overwhelming pressure.

Bang!

The two forces collided, sending shockwaves rippling across the stage.

Watching the wave of energy rush toward them, the audience’s expressions turned grim.

Fear gripped their hearts like a vice.

If that wave hit them, many would be injured—some might even die.

Just as people scrambled to flee, a flash of light shimmered around the stage, forming a barrier that blocked the shockwaves.

"Huh?!"

Everyone gasped in surprise when they realized a protective shield had activated.

Only then did they remember—how could such a massive coliseum not have a protective formation?

On the stage, Jing Wang and the burly man—oblivious to the audience’s panic—continued their intense battle.

Jing Wang staggered backward, blood trickling from the corner of her lips. Her face was pale, and her sword trembled in her hands.

The burly man, known as Barbarian Bull, wasn’t unscathed either, but a sinister grin spread across his face.

"You’re stronger than I expected," the burly man growled, his voice deep and hoarse, eyes burning with battle fervor.

"But this fight’s not over. Today, I’ll end your winning streak!"

With a roar that shook the arena, he surged forward like a rampaging beast, muscles bulging as he raised his colossal axe high above his head.

"Barbarian Chop!" he bellowed.

The air instantly turned heavy, eerie, and dark.

A blood-red aura erupted from his body, and a towering phantom of a battle axe, dripping with murderous intent, materialized and hurtled toward Jing Wang like a crimson meteor of death.

"This..." Her heart skipped a beat.

Her instincts screamed of imminent danger. If I don’t block this, I’ll die...

Summoning the last of her strength, she performed her defensive technique.

A shimmering shield appeared before her, but she wasn’t confident it would hold.

Bang!

The axe struck. The shield held for a moment... before cracks spread across its surface.

Crash!

It shattered, and Jing Wang was sent flying, crashing into the protective formation before slumping to the ground.

She lay still, blood leaking from her mouth, nose, and ears.

The arena fell silent.

Everyone stared at Jing Wang’s fallen figure, then turned their gazes to Barbarian Bull.

He stood proudly, blood dripping from his own nose and mouth. His last attack was secret techniques that used all his Blood Qi.

"She... lost?"

"I can’t believe this..."

The stunned silence slowly gave way to shocked murmurs. One by one, the audience came out of their daze.

No one had expected Jing Wang to lose to Barbarian Bull.

But when they considered the number of battles she had fought before facing him, they could only sigh.

Jing Wang had secured fourteen consecutive victories. No one could look down on her strength.

Looking at their eldest sister lying in her own blood, all the Dust Valley Sect disciples wore solemn expressions.

A group of female disciples rushed forward, lifting her gently and feeding her a healing pill.

Her defeat was a blow to their morale.

But this was just the beginning.

In the Mortal Rank Arena, Deng Jie fought furiously, his heart burning with vengeance.

"Since you want me to prove myself... Hmph! I’ll give you a good show."

Bang!

His sword struck his opponent, leaving a deep gash across the man’s chest.

The man crashed heavily onto the ground, blood spurting from his mouth.

He glared at Deng Jie one last time before losing consciousness.

Deng Jie sneered, turned toward the stunned crowd, and shouted, "Next!"

The judge studied Deng Jie for a moment before smiling knowingly.

While Deng Jie basked in his triumph and shouted arrogantly, a petite girl stepped onto the stage.

Deng Jie blinked in surprise before chuckling. "Are you lost, little girl?"

The girl stared at him blankly, expressionless.

Her silence irritated him.

How dare she ignore him? Right now, he had the highest winning streak, and his name was being chanted by fans.

He couldn’t let some insignificant girl tarnish his reputation.

The judge glanced between them and declared loudly,

"Ladies and gentlemen, can the reigning champion continue his winning streak?"

"Only two matches remain."

"Can he defeat the Red Fox Maiden?"

The judge’s powerful voice echoed through the arena, and the audience erupted with anticipation.

"Let the battle begin!"

"Haha! This will be easy." Deng Jie grinned and charged at the Red Fox Maiden.

Without hesitation, he swung his sword in a wide arc.

The crowd gasped—he was going all out from the very start!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the Red Fox Maiden vanished from her spot at breathtaking speed.

"Where did she go?!"

"What speed...?!"

Deng Jie froze. He hadn’t expected such agility.

Then, his instincts flared—Danger!

Bang! Bang!

No one noticed when she reappeared behind him, twin daggers in hand.

Ahhhh!

A miserable scream tore from Deng Jie as the blades sank into his flesh.

The strikes were vicious and precise, aimed at vital points.

He stumbled back, face twisted in pain.

But she gave him no time to recover.

Whoosh!

She vanished and reappeared in front of him, daggers moving so fast they left afterimages.

Bang! Bang!

Within seconds, Deng Jie’s body was covered in cuts. Blood stained his clothes.

Bang!

A powerful kick sent him flying out of the stage.

The battle had ended almost as soon as it began.

The arena fell into stunned silence.

"D-Did she just defeat the champion?"

"S-She’s..."

"Terrifying..."

"Where did she come from?"

"Red Fox!"

Once the shock wore off, the crowd roared her name: "Red Fox! Red Fox!"

Standing calmly in the center of the stage, the Red Fox Maiden’s expression remained cold and indifferent.

Yuan Yimu wore an ugly expression. He had bet all his savings on Deng Jie. Now, it was all gone.

How could this happen? he cried inwardly.

Looking once more at the Red Fox Maiden, he sighed.

I guess I’m poor now...

The bitter thought stung, but there was nothing he could do.

With a heavy heart, he rushed to the stage and carried Deng Jie’s unconscious body away.

After Deng Jie’s defeat, many Dust Valley Sect disciples challenged the Red Fox Maiden.

Unfortunately, they all lost—miserably.

Not only that, in the Foundation Realm arena, they were losing miserably.

Pen Zhao—defeated.

Zou Mei—defeated.

Li Feng—defeated.

Jin Rue—defeated.

News of their losses spread like wildfire.

The Dust Valley Sect, once leading both the Mortal Rank and Foundation Realm rankings, was quickly falling behind.

In the days that followed, the arena battles grew fiercer.

With every win or loss, the news traveled across the entire Western Region.

Before the tournament began, everyone had fought to get their name on the rankings.

Powerful clans sent their best disciples and spared no expense to strengthen them.

How could the Dust Valley Sect afford to fall behind?

They provided the top ten disciples in both the Outer Court and Inner Court with low-grade Earth Techniques.

Moreover, they spent lavishly to heal their injured disciples.

As for the Core Disciples, they received personal guidance from elders, helping them correct their mistakes.

With everyone desperately trying to grow stronger, the day of the tournament inched closer.

And slowly...

It became the eve of the tournament.