Wealth can reach the gods

It was as if some crucial point had suddenly been cleared, and Lu Fan was extremely excited, muttering to himself, "So that's how it is, so that's how it is!"

But a moment later, he became a bit dejected: "Golden Core defeating Nascent Soul, I can't do that!"

His eyes were a little lost, he stretched out his hands, and mumbled, "No, I must see Celestial Venerable. I have to find a way…"

Li Fan saw that he was getting more and more obsessed and couldn't help but remind him, "Fellow Daoist Lü…"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw him suddenly stand up. Ignoring Li Fan, who was sitting beside him, he flew directly out of the restaurant and shouted loudly, "Lu Fan of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance Congyun Sea Yanwu Hall is here! Who dares to fight me?!"

As soon as these words came out, Li Fan was stunned on the spot.

The originally noisy street in Weichang City also instantly became silent.

Only Lu Fan's unruly figure remained, standing proudly in the sky.

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted.

"A mere Golden Core cultivator dares to speak so boldly!"

"Are all the Cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance so brave?"

"When did those dog-things from the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance dare to be so arrogant in our Five Old Men Association?!" a burly Nascent Soul cultivator with a full beard roared, flying in front of Lu Fan, about to teach him a harsh lesson.

Lu Fan, after all, hadn't completely lost his mind, and he shouted repeatedly, "I'm Golden Core, you're Nascent Soul. Are all the Five Old Men Association like you, liking to bully the weak?!"

"If you want to fight, let a Golden Core cultivator come!"

Lu Fan's voice, under his deliberate guidance, instantly spread throughout Weichang City.

"You…" The Nascent Soul cultivator's words were instantly stuck, his expression changed for a moment, and in the end, he actually snorted coldly and chose not to forcibly make a Move.

Falling back to the ground, he turned and roared at the crowd, "Where are our Rainbow Remnant State's Golden Core cultivators? Are they all dead?!"

Everyone also reacted one after another.

A young Cultivator in green robes flew forward: "This humble one is Qiu Jue Mo of Luoyan Gang, please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist Lü!"

He cupped his hands and, without waiting for Lu Fan's reply, directly sent a Flying Sword straight towards his opponent's face.

The green sword light was silent and arrived abruptly.

Fortunately, Lu Fan reacted quickly, his figure flickering, barely dodging the Flying Sword attack.

"You ambushed me!" A hint of anger appeared on Lu Fan's face.

"In a life-and-death struggle, one naturally goes all out. How can there be such a thing as an ambush?! Fellow Daoist, be careful!" As Qiu Jue Mo shouted loudly, thirty-three sword lights separated from the Flying Sword that had already flown behind Lu Fan, forming a sword array in the shape of a fierce tiger, like living creatures, attacking Lu Fan in an instant.

Lu Fan snorted coldly, a faint bronze light blooming around his body, and his physique also expanded several times in an instant.

An abacus suddenly appeared in his hand, and Lu Fan gently flicked it, making a crackling sound.

"The world bustles, all for profit!" He chanted, and each time he moved an abacus bead, an outer-round, inner-square copper coin appeared out of thin air.

In an instant, thirty-three copper coins formed, drawing streaks of green light in the air, meeting the Flying Tiger Sword Array one after another.

Qiu Jue Mo's expression changed slightly, vaguely sensing something amiss. He wanted to manipulate the sword array to avoid those somewhat strange copper coins.

But the green light was incredibly fast, almost instantly, it had already collided with the thirty-three Flying Swords respectively.

There was no earth-shattering collision sound; the copper coins vanished in a flash after touching the Flying Swords.

The next moment…

"Not good!" Before Qiu Jue Mo could finish saying "good," he saw all thirty-three Flying Swords simultaneously change direction in the air.

The Flying Tiger Sword Array, which he originally controlled, actually turned and attacked him instead.

And the speed was even faster.

Caught off guard, thirty-three sword lights passed through his body.

Blood immediately gushed out, and Qiu Jue Mo's body swayed, but ultimately he couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

The Flying Tiger Sword Array also lost control and scattered on the ground.

The onlookers immediately let out a gasp of surprise.

"You concede!" Lu Fan put the abacus behind his back and said proudly.

"Brother Qiu!" Qiu Jue Mo's good friend rushed forward to check on his condition, discovering that Lu Fan had still held back at the crucial moment, preserving his life.

"What an embarrassment! Why don't you drag him away!"

"Yeah, he lost too quickly!"

…

Qiu Jue Mo, though severely injured, did not elicit sympathy from the other people present. Instead, they continued to mock him, their eyes filled with ridicule.

Qiu Jue Mo's friend's face immediately turned red, but he dared not provoke public anger, so he just dejectedly helped Qiu Jue Mo up and quickly left the place.

"I'll go!"

A gray-robed Cultivator, with a hint of anger in his tone, leaped up.

This time, he learned his lesson and did not use a Magical Artifact. He merely manifested his Golden Core Dharma Aspect and continuously summoned raging flames to attack.

"Wealth can reach the Divine!"

Unexpectedly, as Lu Fan moved the abacus, copper coins fell into the fire one by one.

The originally red flames also took on a hint of eerie green.

Subsequently, the flames, which originated from his own Divine Ability, also lost control and backfired on him.

Finally, with a tragic scream, the gray-robed Cultivator also suffered a miserable defeat.

The second challenger's lightning-fast defeat immediately quieted the clamor on the field significantly.

"This Fellow Daoist Lü really has some skill." Li Fan, who was observing the battle, couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

After a brief period of quiet, another challenger appeared.

"Ou Qianye of Rainbow Remnant State, please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist!"

This time, Lu Fan did not directly make a Move, but instead asked loudly, "If your Five Old Men Association can't win, are you planning a relay battle?"

Ou Qianye's Aura immediately stagnated, and he forcibly held back the Move he had already made. He said in a deep voice, "Then Fellow Daoist, please rest for a moment, and we will fight again when you have fully recovered!"

Lu Fan ignored him, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his Qi to recuperate.

Not long after, both of them made their Moves simultaneously and fought fiercely.

The result was still Lu Fan's victory. But this Ou Qianye was not simple; his Moves and Spells emerged endlessly.

Each Move, after being controlled by Lu Fan, would be followed by another Spell.

Lu Fan also put in quite a bit of effort and barely won by a narrow margin.

"Fellow Daoist has good methods!" After exhausting his Moves, Ou Qianye, knowing he was no match, cupped his hands and voluntarily conceded.

"Likewise…" Lu Fan's tone was much more amiable this time.

Next, the Golden Core cultivators of Weichang City challenged Lu Fan one after another.

But without exception, all of them were defeated.

Even with breaks in between, Lu Fan's complexion gradually became somewhat pale due to the continuous battles.

However, he seemed to sense something, and the excited expression on his face could not be suppressed.

Just as the attention of the entire Weichang City was focused on Lu Fan's challenge.

Li Fan, who had lost interest in watching the battle, came to a small stall by the street.

"The Secret History of Ancient Cultivation."

He picked up a scroll and began to read it.