Chapter 43: "Actually, I'm Not That Afraid of Pain."

Chapter 43: "Actually, I'm Not That Afraid of Pain."

It was because of the widespread circulation and high recognition of this entry that the Demon Cultivator's famous saying became so well-known in the cultivation world.

"If one day I step onto the path of immortality, I'll first slay my parents and then kill my child!"

Perhaps when you first obtained this entry, you had no such thoughts, but it planted a seed of the Demon Cultivator's path in your mind. As life became increasingly difficult, an intense argument might cloud your judgment.

In a moment of impulse, you swing your blade.

Three Spirit Stones appear out of thin air, causing you, who has never seen such wealth, to have red-rimmed eyes. You begin to pant heavily, and then...

Congratulations, you have become a Demon Cultivator.

Alone in the vast world, you feel free.

"To be honest, this 'Stepping onto the Immortal Path' entry suits you quite well."

Chen Qiu turned his head towards the fat dragon beside him and joked, "With your 'Hundred Hits, Hundred Hits' ability, as long as you find ten thousand girls, you'll have ten thousand direct blood relatives in ten months. That's thirty thousand Spirit Stones!"

". . ."

After a long silence, the fat dragon, expressionless, rasped, "Qiu Brother, to be honest, my moral bottom line may not be that high, but I don't think I'm that despicable, am I?"

"Is he still human?"

"Even if you're a beast, you should have some bottom line, right?"

Chen Qiu couldn't help but laugh and didn't speak further. He just shook his head, finally understanding why some entries were Demon Cultivator entries. He believed that most people, when obtaining this entry, would absolutely never consider using it.

But life is long.

The seed will eventually sprout, and one day, you'll suddenly realize it's just a matter of weathering some hardships. Then, you'll feel that the world is wide open.

Just then—

Several fireworks bloomed in the sky, and a middle-aged man with a slightly pale face climbed onto the stage. He was naked, holding a slender short sword.

Without any introduction, he let out a fierce roar, silencing the audience like a gavel. He stood in place, breathing heavily.

After a few breaths, he still hadn't swung his sword.

No one in the audience urged him, and many even had their faces twisted with discomfort, brows furrowed, leaning back in their chairs. Before this man had even swung his sword, they could already feel his pain.

There were many female cultivators in the audience, but unlike mortal women, they watched boldly, their faces filled with curiosity.

"Nine Bulls' Strength."

It wasn't a particularly popular white entry, but many had still heard of it. After all, white entries were the most commonly obtained, and with such a large number, many white entries became familiar.

But this was probably the first time most cultivators had seen someone with the 'Nine Bulls' Strength' entry.

"Roar!!!"

Finally—

After several breaths, the middle-aged man on the stage roared and raised his sharp blade, his killing intent rising as everyone watched. He grabbed one of them and stabbed down.

"Puchi!"

A large amount of blood gushed out, and Spirit Energy quickly surged to the wound, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

The middle-aged man on the stage looked within his body, then waved his right hand, and a panel made of Spirit Energy appeared above his head.

"Entry Name": The audience.

"Entry Rank": White.

"Entry Effect": When you are in a crowd, your presence is significantly reduced.

As the entry panel appeared, many in the audience applauded, not because the entry was particularly good, but because it felt exciting.

There were many disciples from major sects in the audience, and they had seen their fair share of the world.

Even pink entries weren't unheard of to them, but this was the first time they witnessed someone gambling with an entry. It was an exciting feeling, hoping to gamble for a good entry but also hoping not to get a good one.

With just one Spirit Stone, they could witness such excitement, a real bargain.

It felt like watching a gambling stone auction.

"Second strike!!!"

The middle-aged man on the stage clenched his teeth and roared, raising his short sword again. Although no one recognized him, he was the head of a Foundation Establishment Clan. Standing naked on the high platform, surrounded by onlookers, he felt a mix of pain, shame, and fear of drawing a Demon Cultivator entry.

His emotions were complicated.

But he knew that Liu Gongfeng was right. To enjoy what ordinary people couldn't, one must endure what ordinary people couldn't. He had started from scratch, and what was face compared to that? It was worthless.

Perhaps it was because he had been the head of the clan for too long and had some baggage. If it were in the past, not only would he have stripped naked, but as long as there were enough Spirit Stones, he would have performed a live spring palace performance on stage!

"Sizzle!"

Another strike slashed down.

"Entry Name": Alchemy Posture.

"Entry Rank": White.

"Entry Effect": Your success rate in refining medicinal pills will slightly increase.

"Way to go, fellow cultivator!!!"

"Awesome!"

"Why am I so excited watching this? It's more thrilling than when I chose my Foundation Establishment entry!"

The atmosphere in the audience grew more and more lively, with many people clapping and cheering. These sect disciples usually stayed within their sects, and if it weren't for the appearance of a mystic realm in Fufeng City, they wouldn't have had many opportunities to leave their sects. This spectacle was incredibly exciting for them.

The pretentious air they had put on in the mortal city instantly dissipated, and they returned to their true nature.

The Third Strike!

The Fourth Strike!

The Fifth Strike!

With each strike, the atmosphere grew more intense, and even Fat Dragon couldn't help but laugh and cheer loudly. He might have been the most empathetic one, as he truly had nine of them.

As the middle-aged man on stage gambled with the Entry, it was as if he himself was in the arena, and it seemed particularly thrilling.

However—

Just as the sixth strike was about to land—

The middle-aged man on the platform suddenly froze in shock, as if he had randomly encountered an incredible Entry. After several breaths, a panel slowly appeared above his head.

"Entry Name": Nine Bulls' Strength.

"Entry Rank": White.

"Entry Effect": Possess nine bulls.

".”

".”

The initially excited crowd below the stage suddenly fell silent, their expressions complex. They saw that the middle-aged man on the platform had already chopped off six, leaving only three, but after randomly encountering this Entry, he had—

Regained nine of them.

The audience learned a potential rule about the Entry: when you have multiple Cattle Cattle and randomly encounter the "Nine Bulls' Strength" Entry, it won't give you nine more, but it will replenish you to nine.

".”

The middle-aged man on the platform looked bewildered and turned his head towards Liu Gongfeng, who was standing below the platform, unsure of how to proceed. Could one Entry be encountered twice?

Was this a good thing or a bad thing?

He seemed to have gained the opportunity for more Entries.

"Is this possible?"

Chen Qiu's expression was peculiar as he looked at the middle-aged man on the platform. To be honest, even he was tempted. If one were extremely lucky and could randomly encounter the "Nine Bulls' Strength" Entry every time, wouldn't it be like having a perpetual motion machine, allowing them to continue indefinitely?

His most significant ace in the hole was—

"Self-Explosion Entry"!

This Entry could allow him to unleash a full-power strike far beyond his current cultivation realm.

A crucial question was—

This Entry was merely a White Entry. He didn't know how many White Entries there were, but if someone had the opportunity to continuously draw White Entries, there would undoubtedly be a good chance of drawing this particular one.

At that point, this person would likely gain more than just some Spirit Stones.

The atmosphere became momentarily solemn, but soon the crowd cheered excitedly again. The more he chopped, the more times he could gamble, and the more they enjoyed the spectacle.

Continue!

There were nine again, starting from the first strike!

The Second Strike!

The Third Strike!

All the way to the Eighth Strike!

"Nine Bulls' Strength" appeared once more! It was replenished to nine again, leaving only fourteen bloody chunks of meat on the platform, testifying to the extremely bloody catastrophe that had occurred.

".”

".”

The audience below the stage fell silent, their smiles gradually fading. They stared expressionlessly at the middle-aged man on the platform, who was becoming increasingly skilled at chopping his Cattle Cattle.

The First Strike, the Second Strike, the Third Strike!

Until the Fourth Strike—

"Entry Name": Self-Explosion Entry.

"Entry Rank": White.

"Entry Effect": You can self-explode any Entry, thereby unleashing a full-power strike of a cultivation realm one level higher than your current one.

-

When this panel appeared above the man's head, the audience below fell completely silent.

Everyone stood expressionlessly, silent.

The middle-aged man on the platform froze in shock for a long time before realizing what had happened. He jumped up in excitement, chopping off the remaining Cattle Cattle, leaving one behind, and then gathered all the fallen Cattle Cattle from the ground.

With a slightly crazed expression, he looked at the crowd and shouted excitedly before running down the platform.

He tightly hugged Liu Gongfeng, who was still standing below the platform, stunned and unable to react. He became hysterical with excitement, his words incoherent: "Liu Gongfeng!!! The Wang Clan is blessed to have you! From now on, you will have the same treatment as me in the Wang Clan!!!"

"In the future, we will enjoy wealth and glory together!!!"

"It feels so good to chop those bulls!"

"I'm so happy!"

The platform fell silent, while the audience cheered.

The platform cheered, and the audience fell silent.

You see.

Indeed, people's joys and sorrows are never the same, and the emotions of those on stage and those below can never align.

The show ended just like that.

The audience below the platform sat silently for a long time before almost simultaneously taking out their Teleportation Talismans and spreading the news of what had happened in Fufeng City to their sects and powers. They needed to reassess the value of the "Nine Bulls' Strength" and "Self-Cutting Root" Entries.

If nothing unexpected happens—

The "Self-Cutting Root" Entry's price will likely skyrocket.

They couldn't remember how many Entries the man on the platform had, but one thing was certain: from another perspective, this man had already reached the Golden Core Period, and he had advanced to the Golden Core Period right before everyone's eyes.

The Foundation Establishment Clan he belonged to could now be considered a Near-Core Formation Clan.

Perhaps calling it a Golden Core Clan was a stretch, but among all Foundation Establishment Clans, it was undoubtedly the strongest.

"Qiu Brother."

Fat Dragon also remained silent for a long time before whispering, "I suddenly feel a bit regretful."

"Actually... I'm not that afraid of pain."

(End of Chapter)

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