System Bestows me with Immortality, Living on to Eventually Become Invincible

As the years cycled by, the end of another year arrived in the blink of an eye, with longevity points still being added to mana.

Chen Xun, leading Black Bull, brought spiritual herbs to the main hall of the sect and secured a solid 200 contribution value.

"Bull, save it, we're not spending anymore. We're going to participate in the grand competition of the sect!" Chen Xun carefully placed the trigram token into his Storage Bag.

"Moo!" Black Bull was overjoyed.

Chen Xun, along with Black Bull, also registered for the competition, and in his hand, he received a talisman that would later reveal which fighting platform to head to.

Days later, the bell tolled, and the mountain peak of the grand competition was as crowded and bustling as ever.

However, this year Ge Shuang and Bai Shi did not participate, rumored to have been taken in by an elder to become Inner Disciples.

"The grand competition of the sect officially begins!" A vast voice echoed everywhere.

Chen Xun's talisman vibrated, and he immediately looked towards a particular fighting platform, leading Black Bull over, his eyes brimming with eagerness.

On the platform, his opponent was a disciple at the eighth level of Qi cultivation named Zhang Song, who was surprised to see that his opponent was also at the eighth level and accompanied by a spiritual beast, indicating a tough battle ahead.

"Senior Brother, please show mercy, I've just broken through to the eighth layer of Qi cultivation."

Chen Xun chuckled, his eyes filled with caution. These disciples had many tricks up their sleeves and numerous spells; he couldn't afford to be careless.

After observing the previous year, he realized that advancing to the top five hundred while at the eighth layer was a safe bet and wouldn't draw too much attention.

"Of course, the grand competition of the sect is about stopping at the right moment; I won't harm Junior Brother's life."

Zhang Song's expression was somewhat perplexed, facing a man and a bull both donning straw hats, which was quite comical and strange.

"Senior Brother, shall we begin?"

"Mhm..."

Zhang Song was speechless. This man had three Mountain-axing axes tied around his waist, clearly forged from ordinary iron and not even magical artifacts. Still, he couldn't underestimate him.

His gaze sharpened, and with a flick of his fingers, mist rapidly formed into ice crystals, flowing like clouds and water, creating countless afterimages.

A barrage of ice spikes shot towards Chen Xun, but his primary target was the master, not the beast at the third layer of Qi cultivation. Catch the leader first.

"Powerful!" Chen Xun shouted, dodging frantically, chased into a corner, "Worthy of being Senior Brother!"

Each ice spike nearly hit Chen Xun, but with a swift move, he narrowly avoided them, and the spiritual beast also kept fleeing.

"Junior Brother might as well stop dodging." Zhang Song stood still, his finger movements accelerating, and the angles of the ice spikes became increasingly tricky.

Chen Xun pulled out a Mountain-axing axe, broke through with a swing, and continued dodging, drenched in sweat, his eyes filled with terror.

"Junior Brother, how long will you keep dodging?"

Zhang Song was impatient, unable to land a hit, and his mana was depleting rapidly, "I won't hold back anymore!"

As he spoke, veins bulged on Zhang Song's forehead, his palms and fingers clashed, and a glint appeared in his eyes.

Suddenly, several ice blades appeared out of nowhere, slashing towards Chen Xun, with Zhang Song following closely behind, cutting off all of Chen Xun's escape routes.

"Too terrifying." Chen Xun and Black Bull shrank in size and vanished from the spot.

Zhang Song's pupils contracted as his spells and efforts missed their mark.

"Fireball Technique." Chen Xun bellowed, and several small fireballs shot out. Zhang Song's gaze intensified, and with a sweep of his hand, ice spikes emerged.

The center of the platform melted into a large puddle of water, and Zhang Song realized his opponent was difficult to defeat with spells alone.

The two quickly entangled in combat on the platform, fighting to a standstill. Zhang Song grew anxious, wondering why he couldn't land a hit!

Meanwhile, Black Bull watched from the sidelines, mooing as if cheering on, while other platforms had already seen victors in two matches.

After a long half-hour struggle, Zhang Song was drenched in sweat, and Chen Xun sat on the ground, gasping for air, seemingly on the verge of giving up.

"I have to use my trump card; I didn't expect to encounter such a tough opponent in the first match of the competition."

Zhang Song hesitated but didn't want to waste more time. He slapped his Storage Bag, and several array flags settled in the four directions.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and before Zhang Song could react, two of his array flags were... stolen?!

A dark shadow ambushed, and Black Bull charged fiercely, sending Zhang Song flying into the air with a bewildered expression, crashing heavily outside the platform.

"Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?!"

Zhang Song cried out in pain, his eyes still dazed, looking at Chen Xun with a big question mark.

"Senior Brother has been generous, very generous." Chen Xun staggered off the platform, returning the array flags with an apologetic smile.

"Junior Brother, that was some impressive speed."

Zhang Song took a step back, accepting the array flags, a look of fear flashing in his eyes. Could this speed really interrupt spellcasting?!

"It was just a fluke; if not for the platform's restrictions, Junior Brother would be no match for Senior Brother."

"Heh, Junior Brother is too modest." Zhang Song shook his head, having encountered such an absurd situation.

Chen Xun struggled to approach an official of the platform, respectfully saying, "Uncle-Master, I wish to continue."

"Hmm." Uncle-Master responded indifferently, a wave of mana hitting Chen Xun's yellow talisman, pairing him with another winner for the next round.

In the second round, he faced a cold-faced disciple named Liu Tao, who was at the ninth level of Qi cultivation.

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"Junior Brother, it's not too late to admit defeat now and spare yourself some pain."

Liu Tao looked emotionlessly at Chen Xun and Black Bull, the latter clearly not in good shape.

"Please enlighten me, Senior Brother..." Chen Xun managed a weak smile, sitting cross-legged as if recovering his mana.

"Hmph, so unappreciative."

Liu Tao beckoned with a large hand, and a black hoop appeared, growing from small to large, spinning in mid-air, a black wind howling as if targeting Chen Xun.

The black hoop suddenly shook and charged towards Chen Xun, a mid-grade yellow-tiered magical artifact for killing!

Chen Xun's eyes flashed coldly, leaving an afterimage in his place, but the hoop seemed to have a locking mechanism, relentlessly chasing him.

"If Junior Brother can't hold on, it's still not too late to admit defeat." Liu Tao sneered, watching Chen Xun flee in disarray, his movements not slowing down.

He raised his right hand, and the hoop shone with a golden light, growing even larger, falling from above Chen Xun.

"Worthy of being a Senior Brother at the ninth level of Qi cultivation." Chen Xun still managed to express his admiration, then suddenly punched out, smashing hard onto the hoop!

At that moment, an unexpected change occurred!

A loud collision sounded, and the hoop dimmed significantly from the punch. Chen Xun took advantage of the brief pause to run again.

Liu Tao's expression changed drastically, shock evident in his eyes. Although the magical artifact seemed unharmed to onlookers, he clearly heard the internal vibrations.

His expression grew serious. Although this Junior Brother seemed in poor shape, as if he hadn't recovered from a fierce battle, he couldn't be underestimated.

"Fireball Technique!" Chen Xun formed a hand seal, and several small fireballs rushed towards Liu Tao.

Liu Tao looked disdainful, considering the Fireball Technique too low-level to be of any threat. He opened his mouth wide: "Flame Technique!"

A burst of flames on the platform instantly devoured the small fireballs. Chen Xun suddenly burst out from the sea of fire, wielding a Mountain-axing axe, chopping towards Liu Tao!

Liu Tao snorted coldly, drawing a long sword. The platform was once again engulfed in a fierce battle, with Liu Tao pressing hard, forcing Chen Xun to retreat step by step.

Half an hour later, Liu Tao was sweating profusely, his mana significantly weakened, and he raged:

"Junior Brother, can you still hold on?!"

"Still... okay." Chen Xun spoke weakly, as if he might collapse at any moment.@@novelbin@@

Liu Tao was drained of mana, his eyes wide with fury, wondering why Chen Xun was always a step faster. His concentration was now severely depleted.