"What if I make charms for you for free for five years, but you don't give me the Foundation Establishment Pill?" Wang Changsheng muttered in his heart, his face revealing a contemplative expression. 【..】
"I don't know how Martial Uncle is willing to give me the Foundation Establishment Pill in advance." After pondering for a moment, Wang Changsheng frowned and said.
"Work first, take the money later, this is the rule." The middle aged man faintly said. He seemed to have thought of something and continued, "Of course, you can go back and think about it first. If you agree to my conditions, then tell Wu Huan. If you don't agree, then it's also fine. However, I hope that the deal between us can continue, do you understand?"
Hearing this, Wang Changsheng bitterly smiled and said, "Disciple understands."
"Alright, if there's nothing else, then you can leave! That's right, I don't want a third person to know about today's matter. "The middle aged man waved his hand and said with deep meaning.
Wang Changsheng nodded and respectfully left.
Walking out of the courtyard, Wang Changsheng's expression was somewhat dejected. If he agreed to Martial Uncle Murong's conditions, then he must first work for him for five years. However, he was worried that Martial Uncle Murong would go back on his word. After all, this was the Foundation Establishment Pill and not something else. Fortunately, Martial Uncle Murong also did not ask for an immediate answer. This gave Wang Changsheng enough time to think.
Wang Changsheng bid farewell to the Wu brothers and left by himself.
Looking at Wang Changsheng's departing figure, Wu Le said in a low voice, "Brother, what do you think Brother Wang said to Martial Uncle Murong that made him lose his soul? Could it be …"
"Shut up, don't ask what you shouldn't ask and don't know what you shouldn't know." Wu Huan fiercely glared at Wu Le and said with a frown. To tell the truth, he was also very curious about the conversation between Brother Wang and Martial Uncle Murong. However, he knew the principle that trouble comes from the mouth. There were some things that were better left unknown.
After a sleepless night of mental struggle, Wang Changsheng finally decided to reject Martial Aunt Murong's offer and join the sect tournament instead.
He now had more than 80,000 contribution points, and he only needed 40,000 contribution points to exchange for two Building Foundation Pills. Every month, he could earn a thousand contribution points from the Talisman Crafting Palace. It would take him less than five years to gather 40,000 contribution points. If he was slow, it would take him four years, and if he was fast, it would take him three years to gather 12 contribution points. There was no need for him to agree to Martial Uncle Murong's conditions.
The Wu brothers were both at the Qi Completion Realm, but they were merely messengers. From this, it could be seen that this Master Murong's background was not ordinary. At the very least, there was a Core Completion Realm cultivator behind him. If he were to go back on his word, there would be nothing he could do. Therefore, Wang Changsheng chose to participate in the Inter-Sect Tournament.
After making his decision, Wang Changsheng, who had stayed up all night, went to the Misty Peak on his magic weapon early the next morning.
Inside the Misty Peak, there were already several long queues. Although there weren't many people, each of them emitted a strong wave of magic power.
Wang Changsheng used his Heaven's Eye Technique to scan the crowd in the queue. His brows furrowed. Among the disciples who planned to participate in the tournament, the lowest was at the twelfth layer of Qi Refining. There were also several dozen people at the Qi Completion Realm. It seemed that it wouldn't be easy to get a good ranking.
When it was Wang Changsheng's turn, the managing disciple used the Bone Viewing Technique to check Wang Changsheng's age. After confirming that he met the requirements for the tournament, he recorded his name.
After registering, Wang Changsheng turned around and left the Misty Peak, flying towards the Talisman Crafting Palace.
Wang Changsheng paid a visit to the Talisman Crafting Masters he was familiar with. He used the Talisman he drew to exchange for some other Talisman Crafting Masters. After exchanging some insights on Talisman Crafting Masters, he returned to the Green Wood Peak the next day.
In the following days, Wang Changsheng didn't go out of his room. He concentrated on practicing the Wave-like Subtle Steps in the courtyard. After a lot of practice, Wang Changsheng succeeded in cultivating this Lightness Skill. His speed was more than twice as fast as before.
During this period, the disciples of the Mysterious Talisman Sect who were on good terms with Wang Changsheng came to him one after another to buy Talisman Crafting Masters. Because of their relationship, Wang Changsheng couldn't refuse them outright. He more or less sold them some Talisman Crafting Masters and even bought a few hundred-year-old spiritual herbs, making a small profit.
In the early morning of this day, as soon as a ray of sunlight appeared on the horizon, a series of "Dang", "Dang" sounds of a bell reverberated through the sky. The sound of the bell came from an unknown place. Each sound was louder than the previous one.
When the first bell rang, Wang Changsheng opened his eyes, got up and walked out.
Wang Changsheng pushed open the courtyard door and saw Xu Yi standing outside his courtyard.
"Brother Wang, I also participated in the competition. Let's go to the Misty Palace together!" Xu Yi said with a smile.
Wang Changsheng naturally wouldn't object. After four years of getting along with each other, he had a good impression of Xu Yi. Although Xu Yi came from a cultivation family, there were many disciples in the family. It was impossible to spend all the resources on him. Especially things like the Foundation Establishment Pill, he could only rely on his own ability to get it.
Speaking of which, most of Wang Changsheng's acquaintances from the Mysterious Talisman Faction had participated in this competition. These people's backgrounds couldn't be compared to Xu Yi's. If they wanted to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill, they would have to risk their lives. Of course, some people who cherished their lives didn't participate in the competition. Instead, they planned to accumulate contribution points to exchange for the pill.
After Wang Changsheng and Xu Yi arrived at the Misty Palace, there were already many people on the platform in front of the Misty Palace. There were about two to three hundred people. Some of them exuded a faint baleful aura. Obviously, they were warriors who had been through many battles.
Among the participants, Wang Changsheng found five or six disciples in the eleventh layer of Qi Refining. They were all young, only around ten or nineteen years old. Their faces still had a childish air.
"I really don't know what these people are thinking. They dare to participate in the competition at the eleventh layer," Xu Yi said with a sneer.
Wang Changsheng only smiled and didn't answer. These people were probably blinded by the fame of the Foundation Establishment Pill. It could be seen from their somewhat restrained behavior.
The Senior Martial Brothers beside him were all at the twelfth layer of Qi Refining. These people also realized that something was wrong. However, under the temptation of the Foundation Establishment Pill, they ultimately stayed.
After half an incense stick's worth of time, a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators came out to greet a large yellow-robed man. Each of them had an extremely respectful expression.
The yellow-robed man was around thirty years old. His facial features were ordinary and his skin was slightly dark. There were several leather pouches tied to his waist. There seemed to be living creatures moving about inside them.
"Little fellows participating in the competition, all of you come to my Yellow Wind Diagram." The yellow-robed man's dignified gaze swept past the disciples on the platform. After saying this, he raised his hand and a yellow light flew out. The yellow light flashed and a three hundred meter yellow scroll appeared in the air.
After the yellow-robed man finished speaking, his figure flashed and he appeared on the yellow scroll. When the Foundation Establishment cultivators beside him saw this, they all flew over on their magic tools.
When Wang Changsheng and the other participating disciples saw this, they also flew over to the yellow scroll.
When Wang Changsheng arrived on the yellow scroll, he was surprised to find that there was a pattern of a desert below his feet. However, as more and more disciples flew over, the pattern below his feet gradually became obscured.
The yellow-robed man first released a yellow shield, and covered everyone inside it. Then, he controlled the yellow scroll to rise into the sky. It rose to a height of nearly three thousand meters. Then, the yellow scroll turned into a yellow light, and flew into the distance at high speed.
The yellow scroll's flying speed was very fast. In less than a quarter of an hour, it slowly landed on a plain that was several thousand mu in size.
On the plain, there were already many disciples of the Taiqing Palace. In addition to the disciples of Wang Changsheng's Mysterious Talisman Division, there were more than a thousand people.
No one was in the mood to talk and they all looked around to observe their opponents.
Wang Changsheng swept his gaze over the disciples of the other divisions and was secretly surprised. The Mysterious Talisman Division only had a few dozen people who had reached the Peak of Qi Refining. The disciples of the other divisions had more than a hundred who had reached the Peak of Qi Refining. Each of them had a Baleful Qi and some of them had terrifying scars on their faces that made people not dare to look directly at them.
Not long after, a three hundred meter long black sword descended from the sky. After it landed on the ground, hundreds of disciples carrying various types of swords walked down from it.
Most of these people were around the eleventh or twelfth layer of Qi Refining. There were not many disciples who had reached the Peak of Qi Refining. However, the disciples of the other divisions did not dare to underestimate them at all. Most of the disciples of the Thousand Swords Division were sword cultivators. Sword cultivators were practically invincible in the same realm. A difference of one or two minor realms was nothing to sword cultivators. As long as it was not a difference of a major realm, everything was fine.
Next, another two groups of people arrived. One group was riding on a silver flying boat that was a hundred zhang long. These people either had long sabers, swords on their backs, or were wearing shining robes. These people were the disciples of the Hundred Refinements Faction. The other group was riding on several huge spiritual beasts. Each of them had several leather pouches hanging on their waists. These pouches were bulging, and one could vaguely see living creatures moving about inside. Clearly, this group of people was the disciples of the Ten Thousand Beasts Faction. Some of them released their spiritual beasts. There was a huge bear that was ten zhang tall, a huge tiger that was more than two meters long, and a huge wasp that was the size of a washbasin.
At this moment, over two thousand people had gathered on the plain. Fortunately, each division had a dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators accompanying them. Under the management of the Foundation Establishment cultivators, they did not cause any trouble.
Not long after, a golden streak of light flew over from the distance. In the end, it stopped in the air above the plain. The golden streak of light was a huge golden sword that was over thirty meters long. Five figures stood before it. The leader was the sect master of the Taiqing Palace, Mo Wentian.
Very soon, the disciples below the plain discovered Mo Wentian. A commotion broke out among the crowd.
"Silence," Mo Wentian said softly. The disciples below immediately shut their mouths.
Seeing this, Mo Wentian nodded and said, "Disciples, listen up. The competition that occurs once every ten years is about to begin. Let me explain the rules of the competition to you. There are a total of ten Demon Sealing Towers. You can choose one of them to enter. Every Demon Sealing Tower will produce a different type of monster, but they are all below the Foundation Establishment stage. Every disciple that enters the Demon Sealing Tower will be given a teleportation jade talisman. If you can't defeat your opponent, crush the jade talisman and you will be teleported out. In this competition, the top three hundred will be rewarded. One of them is a Foundation Establishment Pill."
Mo Wentian's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by every disciple below.
Hearing this, Wang Changsheng frowned. If only the top three hundred disciples would receive a Foundation Establishment Pill, then if he wanted to receive one, he would have to enter the top three hundred. He just didn't know how to rank them.
Mo Wentian paused for a moment, then continued, "As for the grading criteria, first, it depends on the number of stages you pass. The more stages you pass, the higher your ranking. The monsters from the first to the ninth floor of the Demon Sealing Tower are all in the Qi Condensation stage. If there are more than three hundred disciples who pass the ninth floor, then whoever passes the ninth floor first will be ranked higher. Of course, if someone wants to pass the tenth floor, then they can definitely enter the top three hundred. In addition, even if you stay in the tenth floor for half an hour, your ranking will still be higher than the person who passed the ninth floor."
Hearing this, the disciples suddenly understood. In other words, not only does it depend on the number of stages you pass, it also depends on the amount of time you pass. If two people pass the tenth floor, even if they both fail, the disciple who stayed in the tenth floor for the longest time will be ranked higher than the disciple who stayed in the tenth floor for the shortest time.
"Alright, I've said what I wanted to say. Junior brothers and sisters, take out your Devil Suppressing Pagoda." After speaking, the four people behind Mo Wen Tian each took out a pagoda shaped object that was exactly the same size and shape. They tossed it into the air, and the small pagoda grew with the wind. It became more than a hundred feet tall and landed on the ground.
At the same time, the Core Formation stage cultivators from each branch of the sect also took out a small tower. After injecting their Fa Li into it, it instantly grew in size and turned into a giant tower that was over a thousand feet tall.
A total of ten Demon Sealing Towers stood in the open space. Near each of the Demon Sealing Towers, there were several Foundation Establishment stage cultivators standing guard. Their expressions were abnormally serious.
Different colored lights flashed and a Core Formation cultivator appeared in front of each of the Yao-Sealing Pagodas. They waved their right hands and a black stone tablet about three meters tall shot out from each of the pagodas and stood beside each of the pagodas.
After doing all this, the Core Formation stage cultivators activated the restrictions and opened the door to the Demon Sealing Tower. They then walked in.
Seeing this, Mo Wentian nodded his head in satisfaction and said, "Alright, disciples who want to enter the Demon Sealing Tower, line up and enter. Pay attention, you are only allowed to stay on this plain. You are not allowed to run around. There are many restrictions here. If you trigger any of the restrictions, it will be troublesome. Understood?" After speaking, Mo Wentian used his Fa Li and shouted.
"Understood," everyone replied in unison.
Seeing this, Mo Wentian nodded his head and turned into a ray of golden light, disappearing into the horizon.
Seeing the Sect Leader leave, a few impatient disciples quickly ran towards the Demon Sealing Tower, afraid that they would not be able to enter if they were too late. However, even more people sat down cross-legged and closed their eyes to rest.
Even though there were ten Demon Sealing Towers, there were too many people participating. Wang Changsheng was in no rush to enter. Instead, he walked towards one of the Demon Sealing Towers and carefully observed it.
Immortal Wang noticed that every fifteen minutes or so, the martial uncle guarding the pagoda door would let a disciple in. At the same time that person entered, the fourth or fifth floor of the Yao-Sealing Pagoda would light up.
As the number of people entering the Demon Sealing Tower increased, people would be transported out from time to time. Those who came out were pale and nervous. Some of their clothes were stained with blood.
Seeing this, Wang Changsheng nodded his head. These people were all Qi Practitioners of the twelfth level. After entering the Demon Sealing Tower for less than fifteen minutes, they were transported out. It seemed that the Demon Sealing Tower this time would not be as easy to deal with as it was during the trials.
After half an hour, a line of silver words appeared on the black stone tablet: Song Shiyu.
"Someone passed the ninth floor. That's too lucky!" Seeing the silver words, someone exclaimed.
"The tenth floor lit up. Is he trying to pass the tenth floor?"
Hearing this, Wang Changsheng's heart skipped a beat. He raised his head and saw that the tenth floor of the Demon Sealing Tower had lit up. This was a sign that someone was trying to pass the test.
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