Post-Mythical Era: I don't want to die in the third reincarnation

Ding Huan stepped off the arena, and everyone was stupefied.

That was Zuo Liang, Zuo Liang!

The number one Profound Immortal of the Eight-star Jiukun Immortal Sect, and also the foremost existence among the top ten Profound Immortals of the Great Immortal Domain, yet he had lost, not only losing but also sustaining severe injuries.

If they had said Ding Huan was defeated after the intense battle, although everyone would have found it surprising, it wouldn't have been such a shock.

After all, everyone had witnessed Ding Huan's previous performances; he was no ordinary person.

But the fact that Zuo Liang had lost to Ding Huan on the arena in such a short time was inconceivable.

In other words, even if Zuo Liang faced a Da Yi Immortal, it would not be possible for him to lose so quickly.

"Lao Liu…" Mu Qingqing called to Ding Huan as he passed by, while she still lay on the ground.

She knew the moment Zuo Liang charged onto the arena that he was bound to lose. Compared to the current Lao Liu, Zuo Liang was far inferior.

Everyone thought Zuo Liang was the number one Profound Immortal, but only she knew clearly. To defeat Zuo Liang, it wouldn't take her the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

Deep down, she had always considered herself the true number one Profound Immortal, but she paid no mind to such a hollow title.

Today she had seen who the number one Profound Immortal really was, this Lao Liu from the Da Fan Immortal Sect.

It turns out that her master was right; there are always people better than you, mountains beyond mountains.

That suffocating and desperate feeling from Lao Liu's Tao Domain was something she hadn't even felt when facing a Da Yi Immortal.

"Oh, does Immortal Mu require my assistance for something?" Ding Huan stopped and asked with a beaming smile on his face.

As if the person who had just broken Mu Qingqing's legs wasn't him.

Not only that, he even seemed to show concern for her broken legs in his eyes.

"Could you please return my Magical Treasure to me?" Mu Qingqing asked earnestly, unable to sit up.

It was somewhat alright to lose the Emperor's Cauldron, as substitutes could be found, but she absolutely couldn't afford to lose the Six Paths Reincarnation Knife.

"Your Magical Treasure? Why would your Magical Treasure be on me?" asked Ding Huan, seemingly puzzled.

Mu Qingqing clenched her teeth in frustration, but she still spoke softly:

"It's like this, I heard that Lao Liu has several great Flying Knives and a Treasure Tripod. I was thinking about purchasing them."

"Oh, you should have said so earlier," Ding Huan said with a sudden look of realisation. "Who doesn't do a bit of business to get by? But I only accept Immortal Spirit Veins, and I don't want any of the low-level ones."

Having said that, Ding Huan looked towards arena number three again. Another fight was commencing there, and he was going to pick up some points.

"Brother Lao Liu, I am preparing to gather Immortal Spirit Veins, but I am unable to move right now," Mu Qingqing continued to plead.

Ding Huan pondered for a moment and replied, "That is true."

After speaking, he flicked his finger, and two streams of Daoist Rhythm entered Mu Qingqing's legs.

The Six Paths Reincarnation Knife was indeed a treasure, and if Mu Qingqing couldn't offer something valuable in return, she shouldn't blame him for keeping this treasure.

On the other hand, if Mu Qingqing could give something worthy, he was not opposed to exchanging it back to her.

Following the entry of Ding Huan's two streams of Daoist Rhythm into her legs, Mu Qingqing felt her knees beginning to heal, and the bones that had been unable to mend were slowly recovering.

Mu Qingqing was internally astounded; could this control over the Great Dao Rules be even more formidable than her master's?

"You'll be fine in a day. Remember, I like top-grade Immortal Spirit Veins," said Ding Huan before swiftly rushing towards arena number three.

He was well aware that getting top-grade Immortal Spirit Veins was unlikely, but by asking for top-grade, the other party might offer high-grade Immortal Spirit Veins.

If he asked for high-grade, then the other party might only bring mid-grade Immortal Spirit Veins.

When Ding Huan arrived at arena number three, the fight had just ended.

Ding Huan didn't wait for the victor to descend the stage and charged up: "Lao Liu from the Da Fan Immortal Sect, has come to challenge."

The Cultivator from the Seven-star Immortal Sect, seeing that it was Ding Huan, had a face as bitter as a gourd.

He had just managed to earn ten points with great difficulty, and now they were gone again.

"Brother Lao Liu, I concede." This Cultivator didn't even attempt to fight Ding Huan and quickly got off the stage.

"Contestant 3211 wins."

The result of the fight was announced from the stage.

Ding Huan heard this but didn't feel much joy; he knew this martial arts tournament might be disrupted by his actions.

Fortunately, at this point, some people still hadn't realized this and got onto the stage ready to challenge.

Ding Huan was not about to let such opportunities pass; he quickly got onto the stage.

After several rounds, there was utterly no one left willing to get onto the stage.

Next, the Cultivators below the ten arenas were looking at each other.

Not a single one of them was willing to take the stage and issue a challenge.

Ding Huan, rubbing his hair in frustration, knew he could get onto the stage but couldn't force people to come up and challenge him.

He sighed. He had even warned that Zhai Wangjian from the Smoke Moon Immortal Sect earlier; if he had known better, he wouldn't have warned him, letting that fellow take to the stage and let him farm points, right?

Now it was completely over.

He looked down at his number plate, which showed a score of one hundred and ninety,

Ninety points from the elimination round, and one hundred points from the arena matches.

Ding Huan was speechless, the arena matches were supposed to be for racking up points, but he had only managed to scrape together one hundred points.

Sigh, it was a strategic mistake, if only I had waited longer to help Yan Sha get revenge, I could have just continued the act.

By helping Yan Sha take revenge and killing Han Qiongsang, everyone now knows I am the real Lao Liu, leaving me with no scores to farm.

A ridiculous scene unfolded at the magic combat tournament stage, with Ding Huan wandering alone from stages one to ten.

Over a hundred cultivators who entered the tournament just wouldn't go on stage to compete.

Almost everyone's gaze followed Ding Huan as he moved.

Ding Huan, feeling quite helpless, addressed the hundred or so selected for the tournament stage, "Get up there and fight, will you? How else are you going to earn points for the Immortal Sect?"

No one responded to Ding Huan's call. Go up there? Ha, go up to be fodder for Lao Liu's score farming?

Even Yue Linxin from the Eight-star Immortal Sect wouldn't go up, why should they?

"Lao Liu senior brother, your score is already quite good. Why don't you take a rest, and then we'll fight in a bit?" asked a contestant from the Seven-star Immortal Sect cautiously to Ding Huan.

He was getting anxious.

Magic combat was the main point-scoring event for their Immortal Sects. Now, with no one going up, how could they farm any points?

Ding Huan sneered inwardly, take a rest?

Dream on.

As soon as he left, the competition would ignite with heated battles, and those Great Immortal Sects would rack up points.

Even though the chance was becoming slimmer for him to take the first place for Da Fan Immortal Sect, there was still a chance, right? If he left, there would truly be no chance.

"Sure, go up. I'll take a rest here," Ding Huan said with a smile.

The Seven-star Immortal Sect contestant was overjoyed, leaping onto stage six.

Before he could even speak, Ding Huan followed and stood opposite him.

"My fellow senior brother, I challenge you," Ding Huan said, still smiling.

"Lao Liu senior brother, didn't you say you were going to take a rest?" the Seven-star Immortal Sect competitor was dumbfounded. Wait a minute, didn't we agree that you'd rest?

Ding Huan nodded seriously, "I've rested enough."

"I concede," said the Seven-star Immortal Sect contestant, at the height of frustration with this Lao Liu.

"Contestant number 3211 wins."

Ding Huan picked up another ten points.

This time, no one else was willing to enter the tournament stage.

From a distance, Elder Mu of the Da Fan Immortal Sect had long since lost the initial excitement and thrill. Although the Immortal Court had rules against Immortal Sects within the Great Immortal Domain attacking each other,

how could Da Fan Immortal Sect survive with Ding Huan offending so many Eight-star Immortal Sects?

Killing Han Qiongsang could be explained away as taking revenge for Yan Sha, a barely acceptable reason.

But later, seriously injuring the twin stars of the number one Immortal Sect, Jiukun Immortal Sect, that incident could not be downplayed.

Being an Eight-star Immortal Sect as well, Jiukun Immortal Sect was not something the Ling Yao Immortal Pavilion could compare to.

After the competition, Ding Huan could just walk away, but it was a death sentence for them.

At this moment, he even doubted whether inviting Ding Huan to help Da Fan Immortal Sect compete was the right decision.

Now that things had spiraled out of control, he, as an elder, could do nothing and could only wait for the Immortal Sect Master to return.

Throughout the combat tournament area, Ding Huan kept his eye on the stage, while everyone else kept their eye on Ding Huan.

Until a day passed, and the magic combat tournament came to an end.

Many disciples who participated in the tournament reluctantly left.

Some were not competing in the Immortal Sect ranking tournament for the first time, but spending a whole day just watching rather than daring to go up and compete was unprecedented.

Ding Huan, also feeling helpless, succeeded in limiting the scores of the other Immortal Sects.

At the same time, he successfully limited his own score.

With no one playing with him, he couldn't very well go down and beat everyone up, could he?

A proper magic combat match was brought to a halt by Ding Huan.

After the magic combat competition ended, a giant Array Formation Screen showing the rankings appeared at the venue. At the top was Ding Huan with two hundred points.

The second-place ranking went to Yue Linxin from Smoke Moon Immortal Sect with one hundred and ten points.

Then the rest were mostly around ninety points, some eighty.

As Ding Huan left the magic combat venue, he knew he had failed in the tournament.

If he only wanted to win the Immortal Spirit Vein, this ranking was fine, but the key point was that his score wasn't much help to the Immortal Sect's ranking.

The second round of the Battle Array competition hadn't started yet, and Ding Huan could only wait on the Battle Array side.

At this moment, Ding Huan had already been marked as the number one observation target by the major Immortal Sects, watched by a multitude of Divine Wills scanning over him wherever he went.

Ding Huan decided that he must farm points in the Battle Array. If he couldn't score points in the Battle Array, the Soul Devouring World Ring would be out of his reach.

Sitting in the Battle Array venue, Ding Huan simply cast a Prohibition to conceal himself and began refining various talismans within it.

The ring from Han Qiongsang provided him with significant assistance, offering a heap of talisman refining materials that he had extracted from that ring, saving him a trip to Half Still Immortal City to make purchases.

After waiting for three more days, a message finally came through to Ding Huan's Battle Array number plate. The first round was over and the second round was beginning.

Ding Huan removed the Prohibition. His number was 122, and he should be up for the first match of the second round.

Indeed, right after the prompt, he received a message to go up and compete.