I'm in Shrouding the Heavens Practicing Eternal Life

The Martial Arts Tournament was a major event concerning the entire human cultivation world of the Big Dipper Star. Naturally, it attracted attention from all sides. Furthermore, with the Great Firmament Realm providing remote broadcasts, even cultivators who couldn't attend in person could log in to watch.

For cultivators engaged in long-term training, this was an excellent way to pass the time. Their long lifespans and the difficulty in breaking through realms made them cheer for this event, featuring major forces and wild geniuses from the Big Dipper Star.

Especially the Immortal Platform Group competition, which garnered the most attention.

Putting aside everything else, just the sight of a group of powerful figures at the Lord and Emperor level competing was worth the price of admission.

Moreover, the ticket price wasn't expensive. Even attending the event at the Source Heaven Sect cost only a few dozen Nascent Soul Pills.

Cultivator buildings are generally large, and the Source Heaven Sect, being skilled in construction, had erected a Sky Battlefield early on. Floating palaces in the sky surrounded it, allowing for observation, and accommodating millions of spectators at once was not a problem.

As for the VIP boxes, that was another matter entirely, reserved for the big figures of various forces. Ordinary cultivators who managed to come to the Source Heaven Sect would simply find a regular open-air seat to watch the competition.

"They're fighting so fast; the top eight have already been decided."

Luo Mo mainly focused on the Immortal Platform Group, like most people, because he wasn't very familiar with the contestants in the lower groups. However, seeing many disciples from the Sun-Moon Dynasty and the Source Heaven Sect, he was satisfied.

This indicated that he was doing a good job.

The top eight of the Immortal Platform Group had just been decided, and Luo Mo was familiar with most of the names.

Ye Fan was ranked eighth, the very last one.

The Great Firmament Realm had a combat power ranking, compiled by a major sect in Central Province that specialized in creating rankings, collecting data, and comparing it.

With a platform like the Great Firmament Realm, many things naturally developed. Just like how the Black Emperor, that dog, was running online scams in the Great Firmament Realm, these major sects, usually skilled in collecting information, started creating online rankings, which attracted a lot of attention.

With popularity, they could monetize it in various ways.

Luo Mo shared some of his past life's experiences with internet companies with his tool people, letting them handle it. Now, it seemed they were doing quite well; he even saw a splash screen ad when he logged into the Great Firmament Realm.

Very annoying.

However, Luo Mo completely let them develop that aspect on their own and didn't interfere. He was only looking at the rankings.

Ye Fan was only ranked eighth, barely making the cut.

The seventh place was a sect leader's junior brother, an Supreme Elder at the peak of the Great Power realm. Such an old monster had even lowered his face to participate in the competition, naturally surpassing Ye Fan on the data panel.

At least, that's what the data collectors thought.

Moreover, Ye Fan's previous matches were against relatively weaker opponents, not even one at the peak of the Great Power realm, mostly cultivators at the eighth level of Great Power, and many were lone cultivators or top experts from small sects.

This shouldn't have been secretly arranged by the Source Art incarnation, as the Source Art incarnation knew Ye Fan's strength.

And Ye Fan himself wouldn't request such a thing; he probably wanted to challenge some difficult opponents.

So, it was just luck? Luck didn't let him encounter strong opponents, giving him only weak ones, making him win easily without showing much of his true strength.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Luo Mo used his authority to pull up some of the ongoing betting pools in the Great Firmament Realm and couldn't help but laugh when he saw Ye Fan's odds.

It seemed many people were going to lose badly.

The sixth place, on the other hand, was the opposite of Ye Fan, advancing by fighting extremely strong opponents all the way. He was also someone Luo Mo knew well:

Hua Yunfei.

"Eighth level of Great Power? That's not bad."

He hadn't seen Hua Yunfei in a long time. Hua Yunfei had switched to cultivating the Undying Heaven Art and had devoured the remains of a Thunder Spirit Race Saint that Luo Mo had given him. He had also sought out some special physiques to devour, so his cultivation speed was naturally rapid.

Moreover, in terms of physique alone, Ye Fan, with his Ancient Holy Body, was probably no match for Hua Yunfei now. However, Ye Fan had the advantage in scriptures and secret techniques, cultivating both the Sun-Moon Scripture, the Nine Divine Forms, plus the Human Immortal Art, Blood Soul Secret Technique, Six Syllable Mantra, Seven Gates Nine Secrets, Eye of Salvation…

A long list of top-tier secret techniques made it impossible to judge Ye Fan's combat power by ordinary standards, but those who made the rankings didn't know this.

However, the eighth level of the Immortal Platform realm was indeed quite fast.

The Golden Winged Little Peng King had a similar experience to Hua Yunfei. Luo Mo had used the Feather Transformation Secret Technique combined with the Three Thousand Great Daos to refine some Saint bones into his body, making his cultivation extremely fast. Hua Yunfei devoured even stronger Thunder Spirit remains earlier, constantly accelerating his cultivation, so he had reached the eighth level of the Great Power realm at this time and would soon be severing his Dao.

Hua Yunfei's cultivation was high enough, and his talent was good enough in the eyes of the world. He had also obtained the Nine Secrets inheritance of the Taixuan Sect. In previous matches, he had defeated an old figure at the peak of the Great Power realm with one move, so he was considered worthy of being ranked sixth.

The fifth to second places were all old figures, even including old monsters at the peak of the Great Power realm from aristocratic families and holy lands. Even a sect leader had appeared; the second-ranked was the leader of the Heavenly Puppet Sect, whose strength was extremely powerful.

After all, the prize was as much as a million Pure Yang Pills, so it was only natural for a sect leader to be tempted.

The Holy Land and aristocratic family patriarchs hadn't participated; their dojos received a lot of money every year, so they weren't willing to lower their faces to compete.

Among such a group of old monsters, Ye Fan, a cultivator at the second level of the Great Power realm, seemed a bit out of place. The odds on various betting pools proved that he had the highest odds. His next match was against the Heavenly Puppet Sect leader; winning would advance him to the top four.

The Heavenly Puppet Sect was currently considered a strong contender for the championship on the rankings, with extremely powerful strength. If Ye Fan won, those who bet on him to win would win a hundred times their stake.

"Wang Teng?"

Is the young man back on his feet?

That's pretty good. Wang Teng should be about to sever his Dao, which is just right for Ye Fan, who is at the second level of the Great Power realm.

However…

"Why is it always you."

Luo Mo couldn't help but sigh for Wang Teng because next, Xiao Yan's incarnation would bring experts from the Demon Race and Ancient Race to spar. At that time—

The prodigies and heavenly daughters who had cultivated the secret techniques taught by Xiao Yan's incarnation and had the bloodline of the Ancient Emperor, facing Wang Teng, who had finally managed to cheer up, wouldn't break Wang Teng's Dao heart again, would they?

Analyzing from the strength of both sides, Wang Teng was likely to suffer again.

Moreover, before being beaten by the Ancient Race, he might not even be able to pass Ye Fan's stage.

So, can a Dao heart broken three times still be pieced back together?

Tsk, what a miserable person.

After watching the competition and not finding anything particularly outstanding, after all, by Luo Mo's standards, everyone still needed to solidify their foundations a bit more.

Subsequently, he rewarded the disciples with rankings in the name of the Emperor Lord.

While teasing Ye Fan, who was preparing for tomorrow's competition, he suddenly received a message from the Jade Radiance Realm. It was a congratulatory email from the Emperor Lord, clearly sent to everyone.

Ye Fan skipped over the words of congratulations and encouragement because his eyes were attracted by the attached content of the email.

Twenty thousand Pure Yang Pills, not bad.

And a King-level divine weapon. You must know that these things can be sent over immediately through the channels of the Great Firmament Realm, although you have to pay some shipping fees, but for Ye Fan, that's small money.

Although King-level divine weapons can't be used in competitions, and Ye Fan has a lot of treasures, this is free!

Ye Fan had long been eyeing a King-level divine boat in the treasure vault, which was extremely fast and was refined by Luo Mo. Luo Mo was familiar with the 'Line' character secret in the Nine Secrets, so this divine boat could also enhance the depth of the 'Line' character secret. Even interstellar travel was possible, which would be very useful for entering dangerous areas or running away in the future.

Ye Fan immediately exchanged for this magical treasure, along with the Pure Yang Pills, and had someone send it to him.

"Senior Uncle Ye."

A disciple named Mu came to find Ye Fan. The first-stage Martial Arts Tournament was held in the Source Heaven Sect, and they were now living together, with their residences only a few miles apart. For cultivators, this was a very close distance, and divine sense could probe it, relying entirely on the formation patterns of the buildings to block detection and protect privacy.

“Senior Brother Ye, have you received news from Senior Brother Emperor?”

Mu Niancheng was a little excited. He was a contestant in the Four Extremes Secret Realm group of this Martial Arts Tournament.

Ye Fan still remembered that in the past, Yaoguang even used Mu Niancheng to play GG, selling the Embracing Mountain Seal Dispersing Hand technique at a limited-time 20% discount.

In those days, Li Ruile happily told Ye Fan that once the Martial Arts Tournament started, they would make a killing, with sales skyrocketing, and how useful GG was.

“Received it. Some Pure Yang Pills and a magical artifact, chosen from the treasure vault.”

Mu Niancheng nodded, “Me too, but isn’t it too much? In addition to 20,000 Pure Yang Pills, Senior Brother Emperor also gave me a King-level divine weapon.”

A King-level divine weapon, ah. How long would it take a cultivator in the Four Extremes Secret Realm to accumulate enough sect contribution points to exchange for one?

You must know that nowadays, Four Extremes cultivators in the Sun Moon Dynasty are basically considered wealthy if they have a Sendai weapon. Those with more contributions can get a Great Power weapon, which is definitely for elites, and they need to perform some special tasks to exchange for it at a cheaper price, or they can use it in advance, but those are more dangerous.

For example, escorting goods allows you to withdraw a weapon from the treasure vault in advance. After completing a certain number of tasks, you can get a discount, which is a faster way to exchange.

But the Emperor directly gave him, a contestant, a King-level divine weapon, allowing him to choose one from the treasure vault, or choose one in the Yaoguang Realm, and then pay someone to deliver it directly, with compensation for any losses.

“Your talent is good. Wouldn’t it be good to have a treasure for self-defense? As for you saying it’s too much…”

Ye Fan smiled and shook his head, because he had seen the scene of Luo Mo refining King-level divine weapons.

Was that refining weapons?

It was clearly like making dumplings!

Throwing some materials into the furnace, and soon sets of King-level divine weapons would be produced. If Luo Mo were to refine weapons with all his heart, he alone could match the output of the entire Weapon Refining Hall.

So, a King-level divine weapon is really nothing to Luo Mo.

“This is what you won yourself.”

Being able to reach the top eight in the Four Extremes group, Mu Niancheng’s talent can be said to be quite good, and he is not old either. He is Luo Mo and Ye Fan’s junior brother, a genius they cultivated.

“I don’t even know how to spend so much money.” Mu Niancheng smiled.

That’s 20,000 Pure Yang Pills.

The champion reward of the first Martial Arts Tournament was only one million Pure Yang Pills. They only made it to the top eight and received such a reward. If they won the championship, it would be unimaginable.

The purchasing power of Pure Yang Pills is quite strong. Now, in the Great Luo Realm, one Pure Yang Pill can be exchanged for more than nine hundred Nascent Soul Pills, and there are still no sellers.

The higher the level of the cultivator, the more Pure Yang Pills are needed for cultivation.

And apart from Dao-Slaying Kings and above, it is generally difficult for ordinary people to exchange for Pure Yang. Many tasks that can reward Pure Yang Pills are simply impossible for cultivators below the King level to complete.

Therefore, most outside cultivators can only buy some from the disciples of the Sun Moon Divine Dynasty at a high price, because the Sun Moon Divine Dynasty can accept some tasks that reward Pure Yang Pills internally.

But the quantity is not large, because tasks with a large number of Pure Yang Pills require extremely high cultivation to complete.

This leads to a severe shortage in the market. High-level cultivators use Pure Yang Pills themselves and can only find disciples of the Sun Moon Dynasty to buy them privately.

Taking out these 20,000 Pure Yang Pills, even if one is only counted as nine hundred Nascent Soul Pills, that’s eighteen million.

Eighteen million Nascent Soul Pills, exchanged for Origin, is more than seventy to eighty million catties. Such an astronomical figure, how many years would it take a Four Extremes cultivator to earn!

“Don’t know how to spend it?”

For Ye Fan, money is always not enough, how could there be a situation where he doesn’t know how to spend it.

So he suggested: “If your contribution points are sufficient, I suggest you cultivate the Human Immortal Secret Technique and the Blood Essence Secret Technique. Your talent is good, and you are bringing glory to our Sun Moon Dynasty. I will apply for these two secret techniques for you.”

It’s not that Luo Mo is reluctant to part with these two secret techniques, but the cost of their cultivation is something that even a Source Master like Ye Fan cannot afford. They are generally given to Supreme Elders with considerable savings to cultivate.

Moreover, because they are transformed from the Three Thousand Great Daos, Luo Mo values them even more than the Nine Secrets. Because he values them so much, Li Rui and the others naturally raised the exchange level of these two secret techniques relatively high.

“Thank you, Senior Brother!”

Mu Niancheng had long heard his grandmaster talk about these two secret techniques, but his grandmaster did not teach him, saying that the time was not yet right, and that the cultivation of these two secret techniques was extremely expensive, and his grandmaster always looked distressed whenever he mentioned them.

Now, he has money, and with the help of Senior Brother Ye Fan, his strength will definitely improve further.

“Hmm? So fast? Is it manually reviewed?”

Ye Fan had just applied and it was immediately approved, so he sent a message to Luo Mo, asking if Luo Mo had come out of seclusion.

Luo Mo’s answer was of course, otherwise who would have given you the rewards.

Ye Fan then asked Luo Mo if he would come to the Martial Arts Tournament.

Luo Mo replied that he wouldn’t go, having an incarnation was enough. He was at Holy Cliff, busy catching pets.

“Holy Cliff…”

Ye Fan remembered the continuous black mountains they had once visited, which contained the Lake of Reincarnation, the Divine Consciousness, the Great Completion Holy Body, and—

The Solar True Fire Divine Crow!

When they went to the Divine Crow that day, they encountered the Divine Crows living in a black mountain, numbering as many as a million, and there was also a Saint-level Solar True Fire Divine Crow. Senior Jiang Taixu said it should be a Flame Saint Spirit.

A Saint-level Flame Saint Spirit?

Ye Fan subconsciously felt that this Flame Saint Spirit was in trouble. Luo Mo had gone there. He didn’t have the strength before, but now Luo Mo is also a Saint, and with Luo Mo’s perverted level, Divine Restriction is a certainty.

He believed that he would soon be able to see that Flame Saint Spirit now in the Sun Moon Dynasty.

Perhaps as a bird guarding the door, or perhaps transformed into a divine bird pulling a cart, there is always a job suitable for it.

In short, it can't escape, because Luo Mo has gone there.

Ye Fan silently mourned for the Divine Crow clan, and then said to Mu Niancheng beside him: “The two secret techniques have been opened to you, cultivate well.”

“Yes, thank you, Senior Brother!”

Ye Fan looked at the excited Mu Niancheng and smiled without saying anything.

You think 20,000 Pure Yang Pills is a lot?

Wait a while, and you'll know what it's like to not have enough money.

Luo Mo has a saying that he often says: Cultivating the heart and cultivating the body, without resources, how can one move forward.

Cultivating other secret techniques, even the Nine Secrets and the Six Syllable Mantra, only requires comprehension and hard work. There is a need for resources, but it is not the main thing. Instead, it values talent more.

But the Human Immortal Secret Technique and the Blood Essence Secret Technique are different. The proportion of talent is not high. They mainly require money!

Cultivating the Blood Essence Secret Technique requires medicinal materials and treasures to strengthen blood energy, and cultivating the Human Immortal Secret Technique also requires materials to condense the divine furnace in the body, three hundred and sixty-five of them, slowly condense them.

The 20,000 Pure Yang Pill reward that Mu Niancheng received is actually not enough to spend at all. He will understand later.

It was not easy for Ye Fan to jump out of these two pits. The Holy Body itself has strong blood energy, making it easier to cultivate the Blood Essence Secret Technique than ordinary people.

He has worked so hard for so long to put together a whole set of divine furnaces, three hundred and sixty-five of them, forming a large array in his body.

But after jumping out of the two pits, there are other pits.

Ye Fan is now working hard to strengthen his origin, and he is starting to run tight on money again.

Therefore, he is determined to win the rewards of the Martial Arts Tournament!

…

Holy Cliff.

This is a black mountain range, towering and majestic, with a special aura, a mountain range cut from the Undying Mountain forbidden zone, more than fifty standing together, with a magnificent atmosphere.

It's very lively here today.

Luo Mo was shrouded in mist, stepping on array patterns, with divine light flowing, ravaging the restrictions here.

He used to have to find his way here, but now, of course, he can just break in directly. He is very familiar with the formations here.

In a black mountain, the Solar True Fire surged, turning into a monstrous wave of flames, with as many as a million Divine Crows charging towards him.

Luo Mo stared at the pair of golden eyes in the ancient cave on the black mountain wall and smiled: “Move, I have a good place for you to live.”

The Saint Spirit in the ancient cave let out a fierce cry, and a million Divine Crows charged towards Luo Mo.

Faced with this kind of battle, Luo Mo just sighed: “The Undying Mountain is really a top-quality terrain, able to nurture a huge group like you. Even the Sun Star is not comparable to such a mountain.”

He only regretted not being able to move all fifty black mountains away.