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

Chapter 531 Elder Li's Late-Night Disturbance! Wood Attribute Origin Power!

The disciples of Shangyun Sect turned pale upon seeing this.

Lu Xiong clenched his fists, his palms sweating profusely. Although he claimed to have been involved in the world of independent cultivators for many years, he had never witnessed such a brutal scene.

Chen Fan sat on the viewing platform, his expression calm, but a sense of emotion welled up in his heart.

In the sealed land, Nascent Soul cultivators were the pinnacle of existence. Although there were conflicts among them, they rarely risked their lives to fight each other.

On the arena of the Tiannan Star Wilderness Grand Competition, human life is as worthless as grass. Foundation Establishment and Core Formation cultivators are killed without hesitation.

The cruelty of the cultivation world was laid bare at this moment.

Chen Fan slowly closed his eyes, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his mind, and continued to watch the battle.

The first day's competition lasted from noon until dusk.

After the thirty-five matches, the ground of the training ground was mostly stained red with blood. The disciples carried buckets of water and washed it several times, but the smell of blood still lingered.

On the Shangyun Sect's side, four people competed on the first day, with two winning and two losing.

The two wins were against cultivators under Mo Hanshan's command, while the two losses were against Qian Buduo and Liu Qiuhe's people.

The two disciples who lost had one arm severed and the other had their dantian shattered. Although they were lucky enough to survive, their path to immortality was essentially cut off.

Master Feihe's expression was grave, but he didn't say much.

He knew in his heart that it was already a stroke of luck that the Yun Sect was able to secure two spots on the first day, given its strength.

As night deepened, the city lord's mansion arranged accommodations for each sect.

Shangyun Sect was assigned to a remote courtyard with only seven or eight side rooms, which was even more rudimentary than the cave dwellings on Luoyun Mountain.

However, no one had time to think about such things at the moment; everyone was still immersed in the bloody battle that had taken place during the day.

Chen Fan was assigned a room on the west side.

He pushed open the door and entered. Inside the room was only a wooden bed, a wooden table, and a wooden chair, with a cheap oil lamp on the table.

He didn't care at all, sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.

About half an hour later, a faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

Chen Fan opened his eyes and heard Li Changhe's voice outside the door: "Fellow Daoist Chen Mu, is it convenient for us to have a chat?"

Chen Fan stared blankly at the door, remaining silent for a moment before speaking, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Li Changhe walked in, bowing low.

His attitude today was completely different from before; his face was full of ingratiating smiles, but his eyes revealed a hint of caution.

He walked to the table, but instead of sitting down, he bowed respectfully.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Mu, what happened during the day... was something I did wrong, so I've come to apologize." Li Changhe said, taking out a storage bag from his sleeve and placing it on the table. "This is a small token of my appreciation; I hope you will forgive and forget."

Chen Fan didn't look at the storage bag, but said calmly, "Elder Li's visit so late at night must have been more than just an apology."

Li Changhe's smile froze slightly, then he sighed and stopped beating around the bush: "Fellow Daoist Chen Mu has keen insight, so I'll be frank. I've also drawn lots for tomorrow's competition. My opponent is a mid-stage Core Formation sword cultivator from the Golden Sword Sect, and I know I'm no match for him."

He paused, then looked up at Chen Fan, his eyes full of pleading: "According to the rules of the competition, if a participating disciple believes he is no match, he may ask a fellow disciple from his sect to fight in his place. I would like to ask Fellow Daoist Chen Mu... to fight this match for me."

Chen Fan didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly.

Li Changhe felt uneasy under his gaze and quickly added, "I know this request is a bit excessive. But Fellow Daoist Chen Mu's strength is extraordinary; even Hong Jiu is no match for you. That sword cultivator in the mid-stage of Core Formation, though powerful, is probably no match for you either. If you are willing to lend a hand, I will reward you handsomely!"

As he spoke, he took out another storage bag from his sleeve and placed it on the table next to the previous one.

Chen Fan remained silent.

He served as a eunuch in the palace for over sixty years, and his greatest skill was judging people.

Li Changhe may appear polite on the surface, but he is a cunning old fox at heart.

Only a few hours have passed since the incident of shifting blame during the day, and now they're shamelessly asking him to take their place in the battle!

Such people have skin thicker than the walls of the desolate city.

However, it doesn't matter whether you're thick-skinned or not.

The important thing is what he can offer.

Chen Fan finally spoke, his voice calm: "Elder Li, I know the rules of the proxy battle. But rules are rules, and business is business. If you want me to risk my life for you, there has to be a price."

Upon hearing this, Li Changhe was not displeased at all; on the contrary, his eyes lit up.

I'm not afraid of your asking price, I'm just afraid you won't accept it.

He quickly untied the two storage bags on the table and took out the contents one by one.

Spirit stones, elixirs, talismans, and magical artifacts were scattered across the table.

Most of them are items that Core Formation stage cultivators can use. Their grade is not very high, but the quantity is considerable, showing that they are Li Changhe's savings accumulated over many years.

Chen Fan's gaze swept over these items one by one, his expression unchanged, but his heart was not greatly disturbed.

These things were just a drop in the ocean for him.

The wealth he plundered from the ruins of the Soul Refining Sect, any one of which could far exceed this amount.

Just as he was about to casually refuse, his gaze suddenly fell on an inconspicuous wooden cane.

The wooden staff was about a foot long, dark green in color, with fine natural patterns covering its shaft, and a thumb-sized emerald green bead embedded at the top.

The bead's surface was dull and unremarkable, resembling some low-level wood-attribute magical artifact.

Chen Fan's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

It was all because the golden bowl suddenly throbbed!

Surprised, he immediately realized that the wooden staff contained an extremely pure wood-attribute primordial power, which, though weak, was astonishingly pure.

This power is enveloped by some kind of natural seal, and cannot be detected without careful sensing.

If he hadn't cultivated the Fixed Word Technique, which gave him a perception of various forces in the world far exceeding that of his peers, he probably would have mistaken it for an ordinary low-level magic weapon.

Wood element.

Five Elements!

Chen Fan's heart was immediately stirred.

Back in the sealed land, he obtained the earth-attribute Breath Soil and the fire-attribute Fire Essence, using the power of these two spiritual objects to fill the two runes on the inner wall of the golden bowl.

Each time it was filled, the space in the Golden Bowl underwent a dramatic transformation!

If the wood-attribute power within this wooden staff could also be incorporated, the Golden Bowl space would surely undergo another transformation.

Chen Fan suppressed the turmoil in his heart, his face remaining calm and composed.

He held up two fingers, picked up the wooden staff, casually examined it a few times, and said indifferently, "Elder Li, you dare to bring out this junk?"

Li Changhe's smile froze, and he quickly said, "Fellow Daoist Chen Mu, these things may not be considered rare treasures, but they represent my savings accumulated over many years..."

"Alright then." Chen Fan interrupted him, casually placing the wooden staff on the corner of the table, his tone somewhat reluctant. "This staff is quite interesting; it just so happens that my cave dwelling is lacking an ornament. With these things, I, Chen, will fight for you. But let me make this clear beforehand: if the opponent is too strong, I'll prioritize my own safety, so don't blame me if I fail to fight on your behalf!"

Li Changhe was overjoyed and repeatedly said, "That's right! As long as you're willing to help, I'll remember this kindness no matter the outcome!"

Chen Fan nodded and put everything on the table, including the wooden staff, into his storage bag.

Li Changhe thanked them profusely and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.