Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises-Chapter 428 - 171: Battle and Advancement 2

Then he operated the Nine Revolutions Locking Essence Skill.

While advancing from the first to the sixth transformation, he carefully controlled it, locking all of the remaining golden Qi blood power into his acupoints.

This powerful and condensed high-density Qi blood energy, Lin Zheyu dared not expose it casually.

Without sufficiently strong techniques to conceal his breath, he planned to lock it into his body’s acupoints to prevent his secrets from being exposed.

A few minutes later.

Lin Zheyu’s forehead was drenched in sweat.

Locking all the golden Qi blood power into the acupoints required a high level of control power.

Fortunately, Lin Zheyu had strong enough control power and successfully achieved it.

He sensed his current strength.

After entering the Qi Blood Ten Transformations, even when using the sixth transformation, the remaining strength was significantly stronger than before.

However, the problem was not significant.

After dispersing the Qi blood throughout his body, the thin Qi blood intensity was still far from the Qi Blood Nine Transformations he once had.

With his mastery of the Turtle Breath True Skill, he should be able to avoid detection with care.

This could be concluded from Mr. Yang’s words during the last meeting with Mr. Yang and Grandmaster Huang Baizhong.

After testing his strength.

Lin Zheyu tidied up in his room before heading out to the square where the arena challenge competition was held.

After participating in the arena challenge, each day he had to stay in the arena for enough time until he was defeated, or maintained five consecutive wins.

Arriving at the square, it was much more lively than yesterday.

Today was the third day of the Martial Dao exchange conference, and the family heirs and sect disciples, after finishing other matters, came here to join the excitement.

Just as he walked into the square, Lin Zheyu heard discussions about him.

"Haha, that guy Luo Manghan actually lost to a common martial artist yesterday, it kills me with laughter."

"After I heard, I even skipped the wine party arranged with Miss Rong Siying to come see this strong fellow."

A young master said with a laugh.

His name was Luo Dinglin, a direct descendant of the Luo Family, but he had been overshadowed by the talented Luo Manghan from a collateral branch.

Therefore, Luo Dinglin was particularly displeased with Luo Manghan.

Seeing Luo Manghan suffer a setback made him very happy.

"Pfft~~"

"Come on, as if you could get an appointment with Miss Rong?"

"You got shut out and had nowhere to go, so you came here for entertainment, right?"

His companion mercilessly exposed his lie.

"Who says that, Miss Rong held a wine party and invited me," Luo Dinglin said, glancing at his companion Hong Yuan Jie, with dissatisfaction.

"Heh, she probably invited your brother and brought you along as a bonus."

"How is your brother getting along with Miss Rong Siying, is there hope for winning the beauty’s heart?" Hong Yuan Jie said with a smile.

"My brother didn’t go."

"He’s a martial fanatic who believes women only interfere with his blade-drawing speed and has no interest in them at all."

Mentioning his elder brother, Luo Dinglin couldn’t help but say with some helplessness.

"I knew it."

"Your brother definitely didn’t go and gave you the invitation, haha," Hong Yuan Jie laughed.

"Get lost!"

Luo Dinglin glared at him and stopped paying him any mind.

He searched around for the guy who defeated Luo Manghan, Yue Qinghong, and Li Yin.

"Here he comes, doesn’t look all that impressive."

"Are you interested in trying?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Luo Dinglin looked at his friend and said with a smile.

"Not going, I can’t even beat Luo Manghan, going up there is just asking for humiliation."

Hong Yuan Jie shook his head, looked at Luo Dinglin, and asked, "Are you going to try?"

"I don’t want to go up there and embarrass myself."

"But my brother might come, he’s quite interested in this Zhao Hao." Luo Dinglin said with a laugh.

His brother cultivated the Celestial Light Shadowless Blade, known for its speed, with blades moving invisibly and heads falling when the light appears.

Upon hearing that Zhao Hao, who defeated Luo Manghan, had cultivated his Lightweight Skill to a state of mastery, his brother became interested.

He wanted to test whether the other’s speed was faster, or his blade was faster.

"This will be interesting to watch."

"Luo Dinglong’s fast blade is terrifying. Even with Luo Manghan’s strong combat awareness, he couldn’t evade it," Hong Yuan Jie said with great interest.

The fast blade versus the masterful Lightweight Skill really makes one anticipate!

...

When he arrived at the square, there were still a dozen minutes before the start.

Lin Zheyu walked towards the betting area.

Called away by Mr. Yang before leaving yesterday, he forgot to collect the silver taels he had won.

"How much did I win in total yesterday?"

Lin Zheyu asked.

"You won six matches yesterday, each time betting at the maximum limit, you won a total of eleven thousand silver taels."

The man responsible for registration said respectfully.

"That much?"

Lin Zheyu was a bit surprised at the amount.

He had thought his odds would be adjusted to be very low, so he shouldn’t have won much.

"Mr. Yang specifically instructed that your odds of winning when betting on yourself should stay at 1:0.5 for each match, and after more than ten matches, the betting amount cannot exceed twenty thousand silver taels."

"In other words, from the eleventh match on, you’ll receive ten thousand silver taels for each victory," the man explained in detail, understanding Lin Zheyu’s confusion.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zheyu understood in his heart.

This was also a means for the Infinite Sect to win people’s hearts.

Lin Zheyu nodded, accepted the silver taels he won, and walked toward Mr. Yang.

Mr. Yang, like yesterday, was holding a pot of wine, leisurely reclining in a lounge chair, with a maid gently swaying behind him.

"Greetings, Mr. Yang."

Lin Zheyu clasped his fist and saluted Mr. Yang.

"How have you considered after returning?"

Mr. Yang asked with a laugh.

He had the maid pour a cup of wine for Lin Zheyu as well, the fragrant aroma drifting over was the same Intoxicated Dream Nectar they drank yesterday.

"I’m willing to join the Infinite Sect," Lin Zheyu said.