Chapter 51: Itachi Are Naturally Countered by Me!

Ren Fei let out a cold laugh, offering no reply to Wang Zhenqiu’s words.

Wang Zhenqiu’s abilities, his infamous reputation as the Southwest’s poison, were not merely renowned in the Southwest Region—even among the well-informed in other major regions, his name was widely known.

As the head of the Central Region, and especially as one directly commissioned by the Board to handle today’s mission concerning Zhang Luofu’s mystery of immortality, Ren Fei naturally had thorough knowledge of all the temporary workers.

“Qiu’er, Itachi seem unpopular—but it doesn’t matter. Control yourself, just like I do: though I’m a patient, I know I must never be ruled by my illness.” Akatsuki Zizai, rarely so proactive, stepped close to Wang Zhenqiu and patted his shoulder as if offering comfort.

“Thanks, Brother Akatsuki!” Wang Zhenqiu’s grievance had been pure pretense from start to finish.

This man had been hunted by countless sects and besieged by countless strong ones in the Southwest, yet his love for stirring up trouble had never changed.

At this moment, Luofu was unaware that because of his presence, all seven of Anyatong’s temporary workers—who should have appeared during the Biyou Village operation—had instead gathered prematurely beneath Longhu Mountain.

Time slipped by.

From then on, the matches of the Luotian Da Jiao meant little to Luofu.

Compared to the roaring rumors swirling outside, these contests to prove one’s skills at the Luotian Da Jiao were child’s play.

As time passed, Luofu’s name had spread throughout the entire Luotian Da Jiao.

Whenever Luofu appeared,

countless spectators flocked to the stands, cramming the seating area—designed for thousands—until not a single inch remained empty.

Yet Luofu’s opponents, too, had learned the rumors that he might carry the secret of immortality.

Whoever faced Luofu in competition dared not step onto the arena; Luofu advanced effortlessly to the quarterfinals, winning by default every time.

But this quarterfinal lineup differed from Luofu’s expectations.

Wang Bing of the Wang Clan was gone; in his place stood Lu Linglong of the Lu Clan, Wang Ye of Wudang, Feng Shayan of the Tianxia Society, Zhang Lingyu of the Celestial Master’s Mansion, Zhang Chulan of Anyatong, Zhu Geqing of the Wu Hou Sect, and Feng Baobao of Anyatong.

Luofu’s next opponent was none other than Lu Linglong; Wang Ye faced Feng Baobao; Zhu Geqing faced Zhang Chulan; Zhang Lingyu’s opponent was Feng Shayan of the Tianxia Society.

In truth, because of Luofu’s presence, aside from his own opponent—who could only curse his bad luck and forfeit—the real beneficiary was Feng Shayan of the Tianxia Society.

But Feng Shayan’s luck ended here, for her next opponent was Zhang Lingyu, the junior uncle of the Celestial Master’s Mansion.

After learning in Zhang Zhiwei’s room that rumors claimed Luofu carried the secret of immortality, Zhang Lingyu’s heart was shadowed by heavy dread.

During the Jia Shen Uprising, the entire supernatural world’s focus had centered on Luofu because of these rumors of immortality.

Precisely because the Lu Clan and the Celestial Master’s Mansion had already been entangled in great karmic ties with Luofu before the rumors surfaced, Zhang Lingyu’s inner pressure was unimaginable.

During the Jia Shen Uprising, the Thirty-Six Outlaws were hunted by the entire supernatural world—and none met a good end. Luofu, bearing the secret of immortality alone, was a poisoned delicacy to the entire supernatural realm.

Everyone wanted to claim it, yet no one dared directly associate with Luofu, for association with him meant drawing the envy of the entire supernatural world—encompassing even the lawless Quanxing!

Even Anyatong, unless backed by state power, could not withstand the entire supernatural world, let alone mere Longhu Mountain and the Lu Clan.

Burdened by inner pressure, Zhang Lingyu showed no mercy in the upcoming matches; no matter the opponent, he crushed them with absolute power in the shortest time possible.

Even though he knew this approach brought little benefit to the Celestial Master’s Mansion, Zhang Lingyu still wished to reveal his fangs, hoping to intimidate some.

In his match against Feng Shayan, he did exactly that.

Feng Shayan’s spatial ability was useless against Zhang Lingyu’s Yin Wu Lei; her teleporting fists, upon contact with Yin Wu Lei, would only injure herself.

Yes.

Fueled by the pressure from the Celestial Master’s Mansion and a desperate hunger for power, Zhang Lingyu had even shed the inner demon that had long hindered his cultivation of Yin Wu Lei.

Compared to his own minor flaw, the looming crisis facing Longhu Mountain was far more terrifying.

When Zhang Lingyu decisively defeated Feng Shayan, the next match—Luofu versus Lu Linglong—was soon called.

Unlike Luofu’s previous opponents, who fled from him in terror,

Lu Linglong, stubborn and hardened by her Lu Clan lineage, stood waiting eagerly on the arena before the match even began.

The moment the referee announced “Lu Linglong versus Luofu,” she rushed onto the training ground without hesitation.

“Finally, someone who isn’t afraid to die!!”

“The granddaughter of Grandpa Lu? Doesn’t she know that Zhang Luofu might carry the secret of immortality? Or has the Lu Clan truly dared to defy the world and openly seek to seize Luofu’s secret?”

“Don’t Itachi know? This Zhang Luofu is originally from the Lu Clan. After awakening his innate supernatural ability and becoming a supernatural, he immediately sought out the Lu Clan and became a disciple of the peerless Lu Jin.”

“This Zhang Luofu is both a disciple of Grandpa Lu and a nominal disciple of the former Celestial Master’s younger brother—could he have already revealed the secret of immortality to Longhu Mountain and the Lu Clan?”

“Who knows? But one thing is certain: this Zhang Luofu is now more hated than the Thirty-Six Outlaws of old.”

“Why is he hated? If he truly carries the secret of immortality, shouldn’t people envy him?”

“Envy breeds jealousy; jealousy breeds hatred. Even the Eight Marvels drew countless covetous eyes—how much more so this secret of immortality? Immortality! Eternal life, boundless freedom, ascension to heaven—who doesn’t want it?”

“If only we could unite and force this Zhang Luofu to reveal the secret of immortality—then perhaps all of us might have a chance at becoming immortal!”

The murmurs from the stands—some kind, some malicious—did not disturb Luofu or Lu Linglong on the arena.

Seeing Luofu appear, Lu Linglong’s cheeks flushed red, then instantly hardened into a serious expression.

“Luofu, it’s finally our turn. Come on—let me see just how strong Itachi’ve become. Even Grandpa says I’m no match for Itachi.”

Luofu gazed at Lu Linglong and said: “Linglong, is it possible that Itachi’re not my match because your ability is inherently suppressed by mine?”

(End of Chapter)