Immortality Starts From Making Money.
Chapter 57: Departing to the Tournament Venue.

Chapter 57: Departing to the Tournament Venue.

With just a day remaining before the tournament, the Western Region fell eerily quiet.

The once-bustling streets, filled with the vibrant sounds of chatter and excitement, had succumbed to a heavy stillness.

The Blood Fury Arena, usually brimming with spectators eager to witness fierce clashes, now appeared almost deserted, as if an invisible hand had silenced the chaos.

The two powerful sects and influential forces, aware of the monumental stakes, were all immersed in their final preparations for the following day— a day that would determine the fate of thousands.

While some would rise in glory, others would suffer devastating losses.

This strange quiet gradually morphed into a palpable tension, creeping into the hearts of many as anxiety mingled with anticipation.

Each individual felt the weight of the impending battle, knowing it could change everything.

The Dust Valley Sect disciples all wore grim and nervous expressions. Even though it was nighttime, no one had the luxury of sleeping or cultivating.

They were all waiting... waiting for the names of those who would participate in tomorrow’s battle.

Even the elders felt the tension hanging heavily over their heads. Of all the past tournaments, this was the first time it felt like their lives and futures depended on the outcome.

Inside the grand hall, Supreme Elder Zhao and Supreme Elder Sun wore calm expressions.

"That rascal, why hasn’t he announced who will participate in tomorrow’s battle?" Supreme Elder Zhao clicked his tongue in irritation.

Looking at Elder Zhao, Elder Sun chuckled. "Don’t you find this interesting?"

"Hahaha. Of course, it’s interesting." He stroked his long beard, a light smile creeping up his face. "Who would have expected that rascal’s actions would push the disciples this far?"

"Hmm. Agreed. I’ve never seen my disciple train so hard. This time, we’re going to give the Radiant Sect a big surprise."

A flash of anticipation appeared on Elder Sun’s face. They had been on the losing side for many years, but this time, there was a real chance to change history.

"Hmm... the Radiant Sect..." Elder Zhao muttered, then continued, "I have a bad feeling about them. They’re too quiet. That’s unusual."

"Indeed. It’s like they’re cooking up something sinister, and their target is us."

Mentioning the Radiant Sect made the two Supreme Elders fall into uneasy silence.

Just then, a short male steward entered the grand hall in a hurry.

"Greetings, Supreme Elders."

"What is it? Has he released the list?" Elder Zhao asked impatiently.

"Yes. Mo Jian has released the list."

"Hahaha! Let’s go see who made it!"

With that, the elders rushed out of the grand hall in anticipation.

Since this was the first time, they had allowed a young disciple to decide something so important, they couldn’t wait to see the outcome.

As the elders moved to check the list, the news had already spread throughout the sect.

All the disciples rushed toward the mission hall. Although the list would contain only fifteen names, that didn’t stop the entire sect from swarming there.

"What?! Li Wei isn’t on the list?!"

"Are you sure? How could the outer court chief disciple not be included?"

"Yes. Only Wang Jun, the second ranker, is on the list."

"How could this be?"

The first group of outer disciples to arrive began to whisper among themselves, their voices full of shock and disbelief.

Looking at the unfamiliar names on the list, their confusion only deepened.

In the inner court, the disciples react more calmly than their juniors.

Deng Jie, the chief disciple, had been bedridden from his injuries, and thus, his name was absent.

As for those who did make the list, their names didn’t cause much friction.

Although some were surprised, the choices were still within reason.

But the outer disciples simply couldn’t accept the results.

The core disciples, on the other hand, maintained their composure—on the surface.

Peng Zhao and Jing Wang made the list, but three other names sent ripples through the group.

Zou Mei’s name didn’t surprise them too much.

But Guo Ming and Xu Lei?

Their inclusion shocked everyone.

They were known, yes, but far from the top-tier disciples.

"How could this be?" Jin Run furrowed her brow in frustration.

She believed she was stronger than both of them, and yet that bastard, Mo Jian, had picked them over her.

How could she accept that?

She wasn’t the only one. Many other core disciples were equally disgruntled.

How could someone weaker than them decide who was stronger?

They felt deliberately excluded, and their anger boiled like a raging inferno.

Many cursed Mo Jian from the first generation to the last, uncaring that he was the sect master’s son.

Even the elders were surprised by the list.

Many promising youngsters were not included, which baffled them.

Still, despite their confusion, none of the elders opposed the list.

Why?

Because they had agreed to give him full control.

This was also a test.

They wanted to see how it all turned out.

The Following Day

The following morning dawned, the sun rising over the horizon and bathing the Western Region in brilliant golden light.

Yet few could enjoy its warmth—anxiety gripped everyone’s hearts.

The air was thick with tension as all prepared for the critical battle ahead, the looming confrontation casting long shadows over their spirits.

In front of the Dust Valley Sect gate, disciples had gathered to witness the chosen fifteen who would represent them in this year’s tournament.

The selected disciples stood tall and proud; their faces filled with confidence.

Many had cursed Mo Jian and vowed to teach him a lesson.

But the young man never left his room.

It was as if all the chaos stirred in the sect had nothing to do with him.

"Why are they waiting?" a female outer disciple asked in a low voice.

"I don’t know..." her friend responded.

Just then, the heavy thud of hooves and the distinct rumble of carriages approached from the distance.

Instantly, heads turned, curiosity piqued within the quiet gathering. Emerging into view were five imposing carriages, each drawn by magnificent Cloud Chase Horses.

The horses, with their sleek muscles and flowing manes, radiated an unparalleled vitality that hinted at both nobility and strength.

But it wasn’t just the horses that captured the crowd’s attention.

Each carriage was a masterpiece—uniquely designed with intricate carvings of ancient beasts, their fierce visages frozen in time.

The vibrant colors of the expensive silk draped over the carriages glimmered in the sunlight, adding an air of opulence that was almost tangible.

It was as if royalty itself had chosen to make an entrance.

"Huh!"

A gasp of shock and disbelief escaped the crowd. This was the first time most of them had witnessed such a display of wealth.

They couldn’t help but think that a powerful king from beyond the Western Region had come to visit their sect.

The carriages stopped a few meters away from the crowd, with everyone burning with curiosity.

From the last carriage, the door swung open, and a young man stepped out—dressed in an expensive golden robe laced with red stripes.

When the crowd saw him, their jaws dropped, and gasps echoed all around.

They had assumed that some foreign king had come to grace their sect—but who would have expected it to be the sect master’s son, Mo Jian?

Watching their dumbfounded expressions, Mo Jian felt satisfied. He walked toward them with a graceful stride.

"In honor of the sect and my Thousand Wealth Chamber, these carriages will take you to the tournament grounds," he declared.

"Each carriage is for a different court disciple. The last carriage is for the elders."

The fifteen disciples could hardly believe they would ride in such luxurious carriages, while the elders watched with faint, approving smiles.

They looked at Mo Jian with a knowing expression. Now, they didn’t regret choosing him as the captain of the team.

As for those who had been unfortunate not to be among the fifteen, they looked on with envy, glaring at Mo Jian with a mixture of jealousy and resentment.

"What are you doing?!" Supreme Elder Sun shouted, snapping the disciples out of their stupor.

Confidently, the fifteen selected disciples boarded the carriages.

Inside the carriage, they couldn’t help but be taken aback by the extravagant luxury enveloping them.

Rich fabrics lined the interior, and ornate decorations adorned every surface. Gilded trimmings glimmered in the soft light, enhancing the space’s opulence.

"How rich has he become to afford such expensive carriages?" Zou Mei murmured, sinking into the plush cushion beneath her.

The softness embraced her round buttock a cloud, and she marveled at the sheer extravagance, feeling both awe and disbelief at the wealth displayed around them.

Even a fool could tell each carriage cost a staggering amount.

With such wealth, could anyone still call him trash?

Slowly, the carriages departed from the Dust Valley Sect, making their way to the tournament venue.

Standing atop the highest peak, Supreme Elder Zhao watched the departing procession with a solemn expression.

"I hope nothing happens..."