Pay to Cultivate Immortality? My Sect is Completely Free - Chapter 150

Chapter 150 Zhang Goudan Enters the Battle, Defeated Instantly by a Rake

With Su Bai’s bet placed, the match officially began!

“Hahaha…”

A reckless burst of laughter echoed from the Sacred Tiger Sect!

A disciple from the Sacred Tiger Sect stepped out, standing proudly in the arena with a haughty expression.

“Listen up, Heavenly Dao Sect! You dare to snatch our Sacred Tiger Sect’s lounge? Let’s see if you have the ability for that!”

“I am Liu Feihu, a true disciple of the Sacred Tiger Sect. I’m sixty years old, with forty-eight years of cultivation. Does anyone here dare to challenge me?”

He spoke arrogantly, his gaze sweeping over the entire crowd with disdain.

“Come on, Senior Brother Liu!”

“Obviously, with Senior Brother Liu fighting, the Heavenly Dao Sect is no match at all!”

The Sacred Tiger Sect disciples shouted excitedly—Liu Feihu clearly had some reputation.

The others were equally stirred.

“This Liu Feihu, I heard he overcame the Forty-Nine Minor Heavenly Tribulation at just fifty years old. He’s a rare genius with exceptionally strong power.”

“I’ve heard of him too. He’s the sixth true disciple of the Sacred Tiger Sect and quite formidable.”

“Damn, a fifty-year-old Golden Core? Our sect’s Old Ancestor is only a Golden Core himself! Is this what it means to be the favored son of a Venerable’s sect?”

“Heh… this is going to be good.”

The crowd buzzed with excited chatter.

No matter what, the Heavenly Dao Sect was probably hitting a brick wall this time!

In the pavilion of the Heavenly Dao Sect, the disciples looked at each other awkwardly.

“This guy’s too weak. I’m not bothered to step into the arena. I don’t want to fight someone whose cultivation base is so far below mine—it wouldn’t be meaningful even if I won,” Xiao Yan was the first to speak.

Though Liu Feihu acted arrogantly, he was only at the Third Layer of the Golden Core Realm—far too weak!

“I won’t go either. Let the other junior brothers and junior sisters take this one,” Xiao Lingxi also shook her head.

None of Su Bai’s inner disciples wanted to step forward.

The opponent was just too weak, and they couldn’t even muster the motivation to fight.

“Since none of the senior brothers or sisters want to fight, then I’ll do it!”

A disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect stepped out. His name was Zhang Goudan, and he was also at the Third Layer of the Golden Core Realm.

A Golden Core Daoist, and still so young, but with such a name—this was unimaginable outside.

But the Heavenly Dao Sect was different!

Zhang Goudan originally came from a poor Zhang family. Because of a local tradition to give children unflattering names hoping it would help them live longer, he was named “Goudan” (which literally means “Dog Egg”).

Even after three years of joining the sect and reaching the Golden Core Realm, he had never changed his name.

To him, this name constantly reminded him of his difficult past, helping him stay away from distractions and focus on serious cultivation.

“Is there really no one in the Heavenly Dao Sect who dares to face me? Or have you already admitted defeat?”

On the arena, Liu Feihu continued to shout arrogantly, his pride growing.

From his perspective, since the Heavenly Dao Sect’s disciples had been hesitating for so long, they must be afraid.

“I’ll fight you!”

Zhang Goudan flew onto the arena, wielding… a rake!

With his simple appearance and boyish looks, it immediately made people want to burst out laughing.

This guy—could he have just come straight from digging fields in the countryside?

And on top of that, he was using a farming tool as a weapon; was he here to make a joke?

A small sect from a remote place was still just a small sect. Even if they produced a Venerable, it wouldn’t change anything.

“Hahaha!”

Liu Feihu couldn’t help but laugh uproariously, clutching his stomach from the hilarity.

Behind him, the disciples of the Sacred Tiger Sect roared with laughter.

“If I had known the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect looked like this, there was no need for Senior Brother Liu to intervene—I could’ve taken him down myself!”

“Senior Brother Liu, don’t worry. This guy definitely won’t withstand three moves from you before he’s down on his knees begging for mercy!”

“Haha, Senior Brother Liu is mighty!”

The Sacred Tiger Sect disciples praised wildly.

But Zhang Goudan ignored what others thought. Carrying his rake on his back, he stood in the center of the arena and looked seriously at Liu Feihu.

Apart from daily training with his senior and junior brothers and sisters in the Heavenly Dao Sect, Zhang Goudan had never fought against talented disciples from other sects, so his expression was quite solemn.

This was the first match for the Heavenly Dao Sect at the Immortal Alliance Assembly, so he was determined to perform well—even if he lost, he wouldn’t let others belittle the sect!

“I am Zhang Goudan, third generation disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect. Please instruct me!” Zhang Goudan clasped his fists with both hands and said in a deep voice.

“Pfft hahaha, did he just say his name?”

“Zhang Goudan? Goudan? What kind of name is that?”

“If he hadn’t flown out here, I swear I would’ve thought he was some countryside nobody!”

As soon as those words were spoken, countless people burst into laughter again.

“Hmph!” Liu Feihu snorted coldly, completely ignoring the jeers as he took a step forward!

Boom!

In an instant, a mighty pressure erupted.

At that moment, the Divine Transformation Elder in the sky finally spoke: “The match officially begins!”

No sooner had the words fallen than Liu Feihu lunged forward like a tiger, hands twisted into claws, revealing ten razor-sharp finger blades.

He unleashed his overwhelming combat skills and speed right from the start!

The Sacred Tiger Sect’s greatest advantage in Immortal Technique was speed, ferocity, and ruthlessness!

Whoosh!

Liu Feihu’s ten fingers slashed violently toward Zhang Goudan’s neck.

If that strike connected, Zhang Goudan’s neck would probably be severed instantly!

“Ding!”

Although Zhang Goudan was a bit nervous, he quickly unslung his rake and focused entirely on defending himself.

This first fight, he was determined to make it count!

He wouldn’t let his sect down!

Everyone’s eyes were on him!

Clenching his rake tightly, Zhang Goudan surged with spiritual energy and slammed the rake viciously toward Liu Feihu!

“Using a farming tool as a weapon? Are you Heavenly Dao Sect disciples so poor you can’t even afford real weapons?”

Liu Feihu sneered, a mocking smile tugging at his lips, already convinced of his victory.

“Watch me shatter your weapon!”

Changing tactics, he slightly raised his arm and lunged a claw out sharply to grab Zhang Goudan’s rake.

Breaking weapons is a way to kill both body and spirit!

Bang!

But the next moment, what stunned everyone happened.

The instant Liu Feihu’s finger blades touched Zhang Goudan’s rake, his expression changed drastically.

This isn’t good—what terrifying strength!

But it was too late. Not only did he fail to shatter Zhang Goudan’s rake, his own finger blades all snapped under the pressure of that rake!

The quality of his opponent’s rake was far superior to his own!

Boom!

After breaking Liu Feihu’s finger blades with one strike, Zhang Goudan’s rake then slammed into Liu Feihu’s chest!

A sickening crack of bone echoed, and Liu Feihu screamed in pain as he was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground with blood spurting wildly.

The Sacred Tiger Sect’s Golden Core Third Layer prodigy was instantly killed by a single rake strike!