One after another

The Demon Race generally has a low level of intelligence; most hundred-year-old demons are not as intelligent as thirty-year-old adults.

It would be difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to fool normal human cultivators, but this century-old demon wouldn't last more than a few rounds against him.

Simply mentioning that she could give the other party the fortuitous opportunity to visit the Kunlun Sacred Land, this silly demon named 'Zhu Qiaoqiao' lit the Five-Step Bewitching Smoke, took a deep breath of the poisonous smoke as if it were Spiritual Qi, and then collapsed with blood spurting from her nostrils, revealing her true form.

"There are still twelve left, but unfortunately, not many are as easily fooled as Zhu Qiaoqiao!"

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at Zhu Qiaoqiao, who was being tied up and dragged away by the rope, and then looked at the remaining Five-Step Bewitching Smoke in his hand. He felt a headache coming on.

If the century-long agreement hadn't been met with such a sudden, coordinated attack, his sneak attack would have been much easier.

"I wonder if Cai Ma can scare a few people?"

He wandered aimlessly into the Heavenly Court's horse pasture area. This flat, secret place, covered only in grass, was easy to search. Zhang Xuezhou rode the waves and moved gracefully, intending to use the shuttle device at the exit to switch to another secret place.

His ethereal and agile movements were of extremely high skill; those unfamiliar with him might easily mistake him for an older generation cultivator.

"Excuse me, esteemed immortal, could you tell me how to get to the main hall of Heavenly Court?"

Just as Zhang Xuezhou was about to use the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches chart to adjust his location and then enter other areas to capture competitors, he heard a voice coming from afar behind him.

When he glanced back, he saw two cultivators wearing iron masks also walking on the wind, rapidly approaching the shuttle device he was on.

Where are you from?

Zhang Xuezhou coughed slightly, his aged voice sounding old-fashioned, and carrying a hint of the arrogance and pride of an old cultivator from the Heavenly Court.

"Senior, we are cultivators from Lingxiao, and we have been granted permission by Her Majesty to enter the Kunlun Sacred Land to participate in the grand event of the Centennial Agreement!"

A Immortal Court cultivator calmly inquired.

As two powerful forces that were once bitter enemies, he wisely refrained from revealing that this was the former territory of the Heavenly Court, nor did he mention that he was a cultivator from the Immortal Court. Instead, he simply used the name of the secret place to distinguish himself.

For cultivators who are not from within the Kunlun Sacred Land, accurately knowing the route is a difficult task.

The way the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches Plate travels to various secret locations is not fixed, but can be adjusted and changed. Otherwise, their participation in a once-in-a-century grand gathering would have been enough to understand the internal situation of the Western Kunlun Holy Land.

At this time, only Kunlun cultivators with internal access could know the correct way to enter and exit.

He looked at Zhang Xuezhou, who was suspended in mid-air and not touching the ground, and felt that the other party's Technique Method was unfathomable and completely beyond the level of his peers.

Once the true answer is eliminated from one's mind, it becomes very easy to arrive at an answer based on a flawed understanding.

The two men asked with utmost respect. According to the old rules they knew, as long as the other party did not attack them, speak ill of them, or do anything taboo, their polite inquiry would not cause any trouble. At worst, the other party would simply be too lazy to respond or give them a wrong answer.

Compared to losses, the two focus more on gains. Even if the other party gives a wrong response, they can still see some clues and even use them to eliminate errors.

"So you're cultivators from the Hundred-Year Pact," Zhang Xuezhou exclaimed. "No wonder there are newcomers at this horse ranch all of a sudden; I haven't seen any outsiders in ages!"

Zhang Xuezhou sighed, then glanced at the two wary men below, realizing there was absolutely no chance of a sneak attack.

"May I ask if, senior...?"

"It's simple for you to get to the main hall of Heavenly Court; just defeat me and you'll get the answer to how to get there!"

"Senior!"

Zhang Xuezhou spoke casually in mid-air, immediately alerting the two Immortal Court cultivators, who retreated several feet in a short time.

"Don't be nervous," Zhang Xuezhou laughed. "The defeat I'm talking about is just a contest of small tricks, like who has the stronger wrists, who's better at holding their breath underwater, or even who's better at drinking!

"So this is how you get defeated?"

One of the cultivators spoke with a calm and steady voice, while the other spoke in a hurried and brief tone.

Zhang Xuezhou hadn't figured out the details, so he couldn't act rashly. Instead, he wanted to probe further.

He stretched out his right hand. Benefiting from the influence of the Zhuang family's Law Treasure cloth, Zhang Xuezhou's body had been immersed in green and turbid qi. At this moment, his aging was not only in his face, but also enough to spread to all parts of his body.

His right hand was dry and thin, looking like a withered piece of firewood.

"I used to be a guardian deity at the gates of Heavenly Court, and I would always make things difficult for anyone who entered," Zhang Xuezhou said. "Now it's up to you whether you'll accept my challenges!"

He wore his demands on his sleeve, implying that he was deliberately making things difficult, leaving the two cultivators from the Immortal Court speechless for a moment.

"Senior, if we are defeated, could you please make an exception?"

"Your defeat is your problem, not mine. After defeating you, I still have to patrol around, so I won't have time to take you to the main hall!"

I hope you can give me some guidance!

The cultivator with a calm and steady voice clasped his hands in response, and then patted the Immortal Court cultivator beside him who was speaking rapidly.

"I'm willing to arm wrestle with you, senior!"

The Immortal Court cultivator, speaking rapidly, stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, removed the sword from his hidden sleeve, and looked at Zhang Xuezhou, who was slowly falling to the ground.

When Zhang Xuezhou half-squatted on the ground and extended his right hand, signaling to come forward for an arm wrestling match, he also assumed a horse stance, extended his right hand, and then gripped it tightly like a steel claw.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

Their right hands crossed, and both exhaled repeatedly.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that the cultivators of the Immortal Court were not as strong as he had imagined. Even a cultivator like him who was not good at martial arts could hold his own against them by unleashing their Qi and Blood power.

Little did Zhang Xuezhou know that the two Immortal Court cultivators opposite him shared the same understanding.

No matter how respected the old mountain guardians were, they couldn't stop Zhang Xuezhou's wrist from slowly tilting downwards.

"Hey!"

When he roared again, unleashing his Qi and Blood power, Zhang Xuezhou's wrist was already half-fallen.

"Wenchang, give it your all!"

The Immortal Court cultivators, their voices steady and calm, cheered them on from behind.

The outcome of an arm-wrestling match is quick and doesn't affect a cultivator's ability to unleash their combat power, making it an excellent way to obtain what one needs at the lowest cost.

Seeing that his accomplices only needed to unleash two or three more bursts of power to take down this old guardian of the mountain, his voice was filled with a hint of surprise.

"Hey!"

When he roared again, channeling his inner strength, the Immortal Court cultivator known as Wen Chang's voice trembled slightly.

"Wen Chang?"

The Immortal Court cultivator, with a calm and steady voice, asked in confusion before finally seeing clearly the two right hands clenched tightly.

One hand was dry and unchanged, while the other hand's five fingers were bright red, and the area where the fingers intersected was bluish-purple.

Although he was being pressed down repeatedly, Zhang Xuezhou's right hand remained intact, while his opponent's right hand could not withstand the force of the impact and began to tremble as it was pinched.

With each tremor, Zhang Xuezhou's right hand, which had been pressed down, began to bend back step by step.

"Hey!"

When he roared again and forced Zhang Xuezhou's right hand back down, beads of sweat dripped from the mask of the Immortal Court cultivator named Wen Chang, and his body began to tremble.

"Wen Chang, stop pretending, senior, we admit defeat!"

The Immortal Court cultivator with a calm and steady voice spoke quickly, clearly not wanting to see his companion expend too much Qi and Blood and strength, or even cripple his right hand, to obtain a victory that was difficult to be certain of.

The Kunlun cultivator opposite them was indeed an immortal old man; every time he seemed about to collapse, he would somehow manage to hold on.

Among the six Immortal Court, Hu Wenchang, who excelled in strength, was ultimately still a bit too inexperienced. Although he had the advantage in physical strength, he lost out due to the disadvantage in the bones of his hands.

"Wenqing!"

The Immortal Court cultivator spoke urgently, but only after the cultivator with a calm voice spoke again and offered to 'concede' did he reluctantly disperse the power gathered in his body's Qi and Blood.

When his right hand separated from Zhang Xuezhou's, his fingers trembled uncontrollably. The flesh that had been squeezed was almost pushed out, leaving only a layer of skin hanging on the finger bones. He had no feeling at all, and he was terrified.

"The young man has good strength, but his physique is a bit weak!"

Zhang Xuezhou also withdrew his right hand and praised him again.

He reached into his Lesser Heaven and Earth Bag and took out the Water of Eternity, which he had obtained through an exchange with Hongku.

Zhang Xuezhou opened the porcelain bottle containing the Water of Eternity, took a sip, and the withered, aged look on his right arm quickly faded, even beginning to regain its rosy hue.

"If you can use the divine dew of Kunlun to remove your body's chronic ailments and tighten your muscles, just like I have, then I am no match for you!"

After taking a sip of the Water of Eternity, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but raise his plump right hand in a gesture of appreciation, and then exhaled with great relish.

"Senior..."

"No, I, a celestial being, will not deliver this divine dew. Our Heavenly Court Weaver Girl's Chamber is at a standstill. All I want right now is to change into some decent clothes so I won't have to run around naked in the future!"

The composed Immortal Court cultivator had just opened his mouth, before he could even express himself, when Zhang Xuezhou interrupted him and threw out a bait.

This caused Hu Wenchang's face to turn bright red immediately after he lost. He then fumbled around at his waist for a few seconds and pulled out a set of light blue brocade robes.

"Senior, can I exchange my clothes for some dew with you?"

"You can certainly change into new clothes, but this divine nectar is very precious; I can only give you a sip!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded in agreement, which even made the usually composed and steady Immortal Court cultivators unable to resist, and they quickly cast a spell to retrieve their clothes from their waist pouches.

Li Jing, who was sitting and watching the situation from in front of the water curtain of Kunlun Ruins, couldn't help but stand up abruptly.