Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

"If ten more isn't enough, I'll give you ten more."

Standing behind Ma Yinxue, a young man with a smirk pulled out ten porcelain bottles from his storage ring and threw them on the ground, "Sister Xue mentioned you. You've toiled for over ten days gathering potions, haven't you moved yourself to tears?"

"How about that?"

Ma Yinxue, arms crossed, looked at Fat Long with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "Do you feel a fire burning inside you right now? Uncomfortable and angry? Yes, that's the feeling. I felt the same every time I asked you for money to buy bags."

"But what about after that? Do you have any temper left?"

"Here."

Ma Yinxue pulled out a storage bag from her bosom and threw it at Fat Long's feet, taunting, "This bag contains some of my used personal clothes, consider it a reward for you, a keepsake."

"...Huuh."

After taking a deep breath, Fat Long slowly looked at the few young men standing behind Ma Yinxue, who looked furious, and suddenly laughed, "Are all of you chasing after Ma Yinxue?"

"Want me to share what Ma Yinxue's favorite tricks are? So you won't be clueless once you have her."

"I'm already sick of playing those games."

"And you guys treat them like treasures in your hands, truly amusing."

"Hey—"

"She really isn't well-behaved!"

"You're fucking asking for it!"

As soon as these words fell.

The five young men standing behind Ma Yinxue could no longer contain themselves, their bodies swelling with spiritual energy as they drew their spiritual weapons and charged at Fat Long with fierce roars.

"I didn't want to waste spiritual energy before entering the Secret Realm, but if you're seeking death, I can't blame me!"

"Today, no one can save you!"

Fat Long grinned, took a slight step back to stand behind Chen Qiu, and shrugged, "Here, let me introduce you—this is my boss, Brother Qiu."

"Sigh."

Chen Qiu sighed helplessly. He knew since the first time he met Fat Long that Fat Long had a foul mouth, but he didn't remember it being this bad before. The attacks were too sharp.

It was indeed quite heart-stabbing.

But Ma Yinxue's attacks were pretty strong too. You two were quite a match when you were together before.

He stepped forward, blocking in front of Fat Long, casually throwing out five Defensive talismans "Golden Bell Talisman," instantly five golden light shields enveloped him. The weapons of those men clanged metallically against the golden light.

Only two of the golden lights shattered.

Then he looked at the few men who were now red-eyed in front of him, sighed lightly, "Ever since ancient times, many have died for beauty—a lesson that you guys might understand in your next life."

The next second—

The Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment above his Dantian began to spin rapidly.

Seventy to eighty bolts of thunder, each about seven feet thick, appeared out of nowhere around Chen Qiu. Countless flashes of thunder surged around him, engulfing those men with clusters of thunder blossoms!

This entire process took merely a moment!

The spells of the Foundation Establishment Stage are nearly instant manifestations, requiring neither Taoist Technique nor gesture.

And these men, having never witnessed such a sight, frantically tried to stop themselves, their faces paling as they activated every Defensive talisman and Spiritual Treasure on them, and hastily retreated. Yet, Chen Qiu's "Thunder Summoning Technique" was an enhanced version.

Their immense power was increased in number as well.

There was no possibility of escape.

...

"Boom!!!"

A series of deafening blasts like firecrackers erupted, and within several feet of Chen Qiu, the ground had turned charred with scattered charred bones here and there.

No traces of clothing, no flesh.

Utterly clean.

These men were dead beyond dead, leaving only Ma Yinxue sitting on the spot, her face filled with terror, her body obviously trembling, so much that she even forgot to run away.

"Seems like I used too much..."

Chen Qiu looked at the Spirit Energy in his Heavenly Dao Foundation that had decreased by about ten to twenty percent, nodded thoughtfully as this was his first time using "Thunder Summoning Technique" in actual combat, not quite sure how many would be enough to kill a person. For safety, he used a bit more.

Now it seemed, the damage was overdone.

He estimated that perhaps thirty to forty would have been adequate.

Still too inexperienced in battle.

Needs to kill more to foster that experience.

...

The expressions of the people who had stepped back to watch the show slowly stiffened. They could sense through the spiritual energy emitting from this man that he was merely a cultivator at the first level of Foundation Establishment.

He had just broken through to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

But the power of the "Thunder Summoning Technique" was clearly not that of the first level—it was already at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment!

Moreover, releasing the "Thunder Summoning Technique", a cultivator at the first level of spiritual energy could cast it three or four times at most before their spiritual energy was depleted. Yet, this man had released it seventy to eighty times in one go?

Are you kidding?

Did your Dantian have enough spiritual energy for you to play around like this? How could a cultivator at the first level store so much spiritual energy?

Here's another one who could battle beyond his level, the formidable kind.

Many people stepped back a few more steps as this thought crossed their minds.

In the crowd, Zhao Yishi, towering like a heaven-reaching giant with a height of several dozen feet, looked down at the scene before him with twitching corners of his mouth. Unable to help himself, he stepped back several steps, carefully pulled out a sound transmission talisman from the gap between his huge fingernails, and cautiously said into the tiny talisman the size of a sesame seed as he infused it with spiritual energy.

"Sect Master, can I opt out of this Heavenly Dao Secret Realm? There are monsters in this Secret Realm, and I can't beat them; I might die."

"Nonsense!!!"

An angry roar quickly came from the talisman, "Even if the sky falls this time, you must go in. The sect has spent a ton of resources on you, and yet you, such a big guy, are scared like a mouse, avoiding battles every time!"

"The sect has already sent five experienced Inner Sect disciples at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment to protect you, and you're still scared!"

"You must go this time. If you have the Pink Entry 'Heaven-reaching Giant', it means you are a person of great Qi Fortune. The opportunities meant for you can only be found by yourself. The sect can only assist you, not do everything for you, right?"

"Not only do you need to find your own opportunities this time, but you also need to fight with disciples from other sects as much as possible. You have too little combat experience. If you keep this up, don't even think about ever getting a full meal!"

"If I had known that your appetite would grow as your body grew, I definitely wouldn't have fucking invested so heavily in you!"

"Have you ever calculated how many spirit stones your single meal consumes?"

"You're about to bankrupt me!"

"Oh."

Zhao Yishi, feeling a bit sullen, crushed the sound transmission talisman in his hand. Tanking and bankruptcy were new terms lately coming from Capital; such terms frequently popped up in recent years.

What a terrible sect, not even providing disciples with enough food. No wonder it keeps dropping in the sect rankings every year.

If only I had switched to another sect back then.

...

"Here."

Fat Long, with a look of melancholy, pulled out a "Dragon Slayer" broadsword from his bosom and walked up to Ma Yinxue, who was sitting on the ground, "See, isn't my backing a bit cooler?"

"Heavenly Dao only said that you can't be forced into devotion or sacrifice, not that I couldn't kill you, right?"

"Oh and—"

"Don't slander me like you did earlier in your next life; I've never smelled your stinky feet."

Just as Fat Long was about to swing his blade.

Chen Qiu suddenly realized something with a peculiar expression, "Fat Long, did she just call you Fat Long?"

"Yeah, what about it, Brother Qiu?"

"Didn't you say that Fat Long was a name you adopted later, something about being a lurking dragon?"

"..."

Suddenly, the corner of Fat Long's mouth twitched slightly. As his blade swiftly swung down, splattering blood across the sky, he sheathed the sword back into his bosom and turned to Brother Qiu with a serious look: "It's not important, Brother Qiu."

"If you really must know, I actually used to be called Fat Long too."

"Your face looks like it has many stories."

"You can see that?"

"Yes, and also that your cut didn't kill her, she's still breathing."

"Oh, oh, I haven't cut anyone in a long time, my hand is a bit stiff. Let me take a few more swings."

Fat Long hastily spun around and swung his blade again, then took a few heavy breaths, "There, God damn, slandering me, you nearly destroyed my reputation, lady."

"Fat Long."

"Hmm?"

"After you separated from her, did you really do what she said, hiding in a corner at night and fantasizing about those images of you guys together?"

"Brother Qiu, you're being presumptuous."

"Presumptuous again, huh?"

"Yes."