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

Chapter 520 Foundation Establishment Perfection? Senior, spare my life!

Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes.

A quick scan with his divine sense revealed five people standing outside the courtyard gate.

Leading the group was Lu Xiong, whom he had just humiliated in the martial arts arena. Behind him were four Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, each with an unfriendly expression and a menacing aura.

One of them was short in stature with a pointed face and monkey-like features; he was the one who was pointing at the courtyard gate and shouting.

The other was obese and carried a giant axe the size of a door.

The other two were dressed as ordinary rogue cultivators, with magical artifacts hanging from their waists, and their eyes revealed a fierce glint.

Chen Fan stood up expressionlessly, pushed open the door of the stone chamber, and walked into the courtyard.

"What's up?" he asked calmly through the courtyard gate.

"What's the matter?" Lu Xiong sneered. "Chen Mu, Elder Li protected you at the training ground, saving you from disaster. Now that you're here, let's see who can protect you!"

He took a step forward, unleashing his late-stage Foundation Establishment aura without reservation, causing the courtyard gate to rattle loudly.

"If you know what's good for you, kneel down and kowtow three times to Master Lu, then hand over your storage bag, and I'll spare your life today. Otherwise..."

Lu Xiong clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, and grinned maliciously, "I wouldn't mind letting you taste what it's like to have your bones crushed one by one."

The four people behind him took a step forward at the same time, each releasing their mid-Foundation Establishment aura, subtly forming an encirclement.

Chen Fan stood in the courtyard, looking at the five people through the door, his face expressionless.

squeak...

The courtyard gate creaked open.

Lu Xiong's face twitched, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light. He was about to step inside when he saw Chen Fan had already come out.

His greyish-blue robes fluttered slightly in the night breeze, and the moonlight fell on his clean, beardless face, reflecting a serene and tranquil expression.

"You can give it a try," Chen Fan said, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Lu Xiong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world: "Hahaha! Did you guys hear that? He wants me to try? A useless Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivator, wants me to try?"

The four people behind him joined in the laughter.

The weasel-faced cultivator laughed the loudest, pointing at Chen Fan and saying, "Senior Brother Lu, this kid's probably gone mad from cultivating! Let me teach him a lesson first!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed forward, his five fingers forming claws, wrapped in a layer of light blue spiritual energy, and aimed straight at Chen Fan's face.

This claw strike was incredibly powerful, creating a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air. He was at the peak of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage; such a strike would leave an ordinary mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator severely injured, if not dead.

Chen Fan did not move.

He didn't even raise his hand.

She merely lifted her eyelids and glanced at the person.

That seemingly ordinary glance sent a shiver down the spine of the sharp-mouthed cultivator, as if he were being stared at by something terrifying, causing his movements to slow involuntarily by half a beat.

In that split second, Chen Fan made his move.

He raised his right hand, the movement slow and casual, as if brushing dust off his sleeve.

However, with this casual flick of his wrist, a surge of immense spiritual power erupted from his body like a torrent.

Late stage of Foundation Establishment, Great Perfection!

That oppressive force crashed down like an invisible mountain.

The sharp-mouthed cultivator's momentum came to an abrupt halt. It was as if he had crashed into an invisible wall. He screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily against the mountain wall three zhang away. Blood gushed from his mouth, and he fainted as soon as his eyes rolled back.

Before the remaining three could react, they were enveloped by that oppressive aura. They felt their spiritual energy stagnate, and even breathing became extremely difficult. The smiles on their faces instantly froze.

Lu Xiong was the closest and felt it most clearly.

That spiritual energy fluctuation was neither mid-Foundation Establishment nor late-Foundation Establishment, but a genuine late-Foundation Establishment Great Perfection, only one step away from Core Formation!

His pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, the hairs on his back stood on end, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He finally understood why this old guy dared to stand up to him head-on in the martial arts arena.

Mid-stage Foundation Building?

That was a complete disguise!

"You...you've been hiding your cultivation level!" Lu Xiong exclaimed, involuntarily taking a step back.

Chen Fan did not answer, but simply turned his gaze to him.

That gaze was so calm and undisturbed, yet it made Lu Xiong feel that it was ten times more terrifying than any fierce or malevolent stare.

That wasn't the look a Foundation Establishment cultivator should have. There was no anger or killing intent in his eyes, only pure indifference, as if he were looking at something insignificant.

Lu Xiong was a body cultivator who had experienced countless battles, both big and small, throughout his life and had been on the verge of life and death many times.

At this moment, his intuition was screaming wildly, telling him that the person in front of him was definitely not as simple as a Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection cultivator.

But now the arrow is on the bowstring, and there is no choice but to release it.

He gritted his teeth, roared, and his blood and qi surged like boiling water. A layer of light red blood qi gushed out from his pores and condensed into a blurry blood armor on his body.

This is the Iron Bone Sect's unique secret technique, "Blood Armor," which uses the burning of one's essence and blood to temporarily enhance the body's defense to its maximum.

"So what if you've reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment! I'll still beat you!"

Lu Xiong roared, charging at Chen Fan like a raging bull. His body was already imposing, and now, enhanced by the Blood Armor, each step he took cracked the ground, creating a terrifying spectacle.

Chen Fan still didn't make any extra moves.

He raised his right hand, extended one finger, and gently pointed forward.

A grayish-white light flashed and disappeared at the fingertips.

That was just the tip of the iceberg of the concept of cause and effect, which he compressed to the extreme, using only the spiritual power of the Foundation Establishment Great Perfection level.

However, at this point, Lu Xiong's violent momentum seemed to be paused, and he froze on the spot.

The blood-red armor on his body emitted a piercing creaking sound, as if countless invisible hands were tearing at it simultaneously, and in a moment countless fine cracks appeared.

The next moment, the Blood Armor shattered with a crash, turning into countless blood-red light spots that scattered across the sky.

Lu Xiong's body went limp, his legs could no longer support his weight, and he knelt down with a thud.

His spiritual energy seemed to have been completely drained, and he couldn't even move a finger. He could only kneel there, panting heavily, and the ferocity in his eyes had been completely replaced by fear.

Seeing this, the remaining three Foundation Establishment cultivators dared not make another move and immediately knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Senior, spare our lives! Senior, spare our lives! We were blind and didn't recognize your greatness. We beg you to be magnanimous and spare our lives!"

Lu Xiong lowered his proud head and said in a hoarse voice, "Fellow Daoist Chen, no, Senior Chen... I admit defeat. I will accept whatever punishment you deem fit. I only beg you to spare my brothers. This matter was caused by me and has nothing to do with them."

Chen Fan looked down at Lu Xiong kneeling on the ground, his expression remaining calm.

He slowly raised his right hand, and the gray-white light at his fingertips shone again.

Just as the finger was about to fall, a gray shadow descended from the sky.

"stop!"