Chapter 773: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 773 Fenglong Establishes His Might 1!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Three days later, Longhu Immortal Sect Square.

Fenglong wore a purple Flowing Clouds Robe, its hem embroidered with three lifelike purple lightning arcs, as if electric light flowed with his steps.

A Lei Yu Jade Belt cinched his waist, its buckle a condensed Zilei Crystal Stone, faintly pulsing with thunder power.

A Zidian Fen Guang Sword hung diagonally across him, its scabbard made of Deep Sea Black Wood and inlaid with seven small Lei Meteor Iron Beads.

He was only twenty years old, tall and upright, handsome, with sword-like brows reaching his temples.

His eyes were deep and sharp, faintly tinged with purple, as if nurturing electricity.

As the sect's top new-generation disciple, he had reached Foundation Establishment Late Stage at just twenty, a paragon of his generation.

Fenglong had just arrived at the gathering place when a figure quickly stepped forward to meet him.

The man wore a Qing Dao Pao, its hem embroidered with fine black thunder patterns, a jade token carved with the character "Yuan" at his waist—Zhao Jie, a follower of True Disciple Lei Yuan.

Under thirty, with Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivation.

Medium build, decently handsome, but with a pair of triangular eyes.

Relying on Lei Yuan's backing, he carried some weight among the new-generation disciples.

Zhao Jie stepped forward and cupped his hands, his enthusiasm somewhat forced: "Junior Brother Fenglong, congratulations on obtaining the qualification to enter Thunder Pool Secret Realm."

"I happen to be participating too; we must look out for each other."

Fenglong glanced at him, his eyes calm, his tone indifferent: "No need."

He knew Zhao Jie's identity, and even more clearly who Lei Yuan behind him was.

Among Nascent Soul cultivators in the Entire Tianyuan Realm, this man ranked first.

And he was one of Longhu Immortal Sect's True Disciples.

Though over a hundred years old and long past the new-generation category, his power within the sect was overwhelming.

Many new-generation disciples vied to curry favor with him, and the man before him was the most eager of them all.

Zhao Jie seemed not to notice Fenglong's coldness, still smiling as he drew closer, lowering his voice: "Junior Brother, your talent is extraordinary; you are a Leading Figure among the sect's new-generation disciples. My Senior Brother Lei Yuan holds you in high regard."

"If Junior Brother is willing to join Senior Brother Lei Yuan's banner, the spirit stones, cultivation methods, and pills you need for your future cultivation will not be lacking."

"He can even recommend a High Realm cultivator to personally guide you, helping you break through to Golden Core as soon as possible!"

As his words fell, a hint of expectation flashed in his eyes.

Lei Yuan intended to recruit top talents from the new generation; Fenglong's Mutant Thunder Spirit Root and extremely high comprehension and talent were exactly the kind of person urgently needed.

If he could win over Fenglong, his own status in Lei Yuan's heart would surely greatly increase.

Hearing this, Fenglong curled his lips into a mocking arc, and a domineering thunder pressure erupted, forcing Zhao Jie to retreat half a step: "I, Fenglong, cultivate relying solely on my own strength."

"Dare to use Lei Yuan's name to bother me again, even in the sect square, I will still cripple your cultivation."

Zhao Jie's smile froze instantly on his face, his hands beneath the Qing Dao Pao quietly clenched, a glint of sinister ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, then he forcibly concealed it, his tone carrying a veiled threat: "Junior Brother, words shouldn't be said like that."

"You should have heard of Senior Brother Lei Yuan's methods; if you offend him, your future cultivation and resource distribution will not benefit you."

"What's more, the Secret Realm is full of crises; without Senior Brother's care, you may not smoothly obtain the opportunity."

"Opportunity?"

Fenglong snorted coldly, a cold glint suddenly appearing in his eyes: "My opportunity, I will seize it myself; I have no need for others' care."

"You had best not play any small tricks, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

Zhao Jie was frightened by this undisguised killing intent, his heart turning cold; he could feel Fenglong's thunder power solid as a prison, far surpassing cultivators of the same level, and he was absolutely no match. He immediately gritted his teeth, suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and said with a gloomy face: "Fine, since Junior Brother has made up his mind, I will say no more."

"In the Secret Realm, let us each take care."

Saying this, Zhao Jie turned and left, his Qing Dao Pao flapping in the wind.

Fenglong watched his back, a glint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "A jumping beam clown."

Not long after, the Golden Core Stage Elder in charge of leading the team arrived at the square.

The Elder wore a yellow Daoist Robe, embroidered with the pattern of Dragon and Tiger bringing auspiciousness, a Sect Token hanging at his waist, his expression solemn, his aura deep and heavy like an abyss.

The Elder said: "The time has come; the two of you follow me to Thunder Pool Secret Realm."

"Remember, this Secret Realm is limited to those with Thunder Spirit Roots to enter."

"And those who enter are all new-generation disciples from the various major sects, among whom the highest cultivation has even reached Foundation Establishment Perfection."

"The Secret Realm is full of crises, containing both opportunities and dangers; you must be cautious."

Zhao Jie smiled: "Disciple understands."

Fenglong nodded slightly, counting it as a response.

Immediately, the Elder took Zhao Jie and Fenglong, flying on their swords at extreme speed toward Tianlei Mountain Range.

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No words along the way; several days later, the three arrived at their destination.

Tianlei Mountain Range was shrouded in thunder year-round, its peaks towering into the clouds, electricity intertwining on the mountaintops, forming one purple thunder waterfall after another, the roaring sound deafening.

The entrance to Thunder Pool Secret Realm was at the summit of a peak at the core of the mountain range, where a huge thunder vortex swirled, electricity churning within, an awe-inspiring sight.

At this time, disciples from many other sects had already gathered at the entrance.

Tianjian Sect, Danding Sect, Qingxuan Sect, Dushen Sect, Fengyun Sect, and several other sects—all were core new-generation disciples under thirty from their respective sects, the lowest cultivation being Foundation Establishment Early Stage.

And without exception, all possessed Thunder Spirit Roots.

"Is that Fenglong of the Longhu Immortal Sect?"

"Rumor has it he reached Foundation Establishment Late Stage at twenty, and even withstood nine bolts of Zixiao Divine Thunder without defeat—truly a monster among the new generation!"

"Hmph, nothing but luck!"

"Look at his arrogant expression—I want to see just how powerful he is inside the Secret Realm."

"Keep your voice down; Fenglong is backed by the Longhu Immortal Sect. Offend him, and we won't have it easy inside the Secret Realm."

Seeing the people of the Longhu Immortal Sect, everyone cast their gazes upon them, with varied expressions.

Regarding all the discussions, the three from the Longhu Immortal Sect chose to ignore them.

Wherever the people of the Three Great Immortal Sects go, they are always the center of attention.

What's more, the Longhu Immortal Sect ranks first.

In prestige, strength, and status, they suppress the entire Tianyuan Realm.

Even disciples of the other two Great Immortal Sects must show them deference upon meeting.

Fenglong flew to a giant stone beside the entrance and sat down, immediately closing his eyes to cultivate his spirit.

Thunder power flowed around his body, as if fused into one with the thunder and lightning between heaven and earth.

Under the reflection of the thunder light, his purple Daoist Robe appeared even more mysterious.

Zhao Jie instead blended into the crowd, speaking in low voices with disciples of other sects.

The most famous among them were Li Hao of the Tianjian Sect, and Chen Feng of the Fengyun Sect, respectively.

Li Hao wore a set of Green Robes, the hem embroidered with sword patterns, carrying a green Chang Jian on his back; twenty-seven, Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.

His features were sharp and angular, his gaze sharp as a sword.

Chen Feng wore a set of black Daoist Robes, his figure thin; twenty-eight, Foundation Establishment Early Stage.

He narrowed his eyes, his pupils flickering—at a glance, one could tell he was deep and scheming.

While getting along with everyone, Zhao Jie from time to time looked toward Fenglong, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes!