With three thousand substandard spiritual sources, Chen Zong became one of the tens of thousands of preparatory disciples in Mt. Mingguang of the Tai Yuan Heaven Sect.
Tens of thousands of preparatory disciples were equivalent to tens of thousands of mouths to feed and drink. Although the Extreme Yuan Heavenly Sect did not provide food and drink, they did open up some other mountain peaks outside the Mingguang Mountain to allow the preparatory disciples to enter and hunt demon beasts for food.
In addition, there were also people who had been operating here for generations, opening restaurants and so on.
In addition to the residential area for the preparatory disciples, there was also a market area at the foot of Mt. Mingguang. The market area was very large, like a loose city surrounding Mt. Mingguang.
After cultivating, Chen Zong walked to the market area.
The market area was bustling with people, most of whom were disciples of the Tai Yuan Heaven Sect. Most of them were preparatory disciples, but there were also official disciples and so on who would set up stalls to trade.
"Get out of the way! Are you deaf?" A rude voice sounded with strong anger.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Senior brothers, my ears are not good." A young man bowed and apologized with a humble smile. There were three people in front of him, two men and one woman. They were wearing light blue robes, which were the robes that only official disciples of the Tai Yuan Heaven Sect could wear. It was a symbol of their status.
The young man who apologized humbly was a preparatory disciple.
Even if they offended him, he had to apologize because they were official disciples and he was a preparatory disciple. Although there was a rule that forbade killing in Mt. Mingguang, Mt. Mingguang did not care if he was bullied or seriously injured, as long as no one died.
However, if a preparatory disciple overestimated himself and provoked an official disciple and was killed, Mt. Mingguang would not punish the official disciple.
"Senior brothers and sisters, it's just a small gift. Please accept it." The young man apologized humbly and took out thirty substandard spiritual sources and handed them to them.
"Humph, at least you know what's good for you." The three of them sneered. The leader reached out and grabbed the 30 substandard spiritual sources. "Next time, remember not to block the way. If you met someone with a bad temper, you would be a corpse by now."
"Thank you for your advice, senior brother." The young man quickly nodded and bowed.
"Let's go to Mingfeng House for a drink." With the thirty substandard spiritual sources, the three official disciples left.
Behind him, the young man clenched his fists and endured silently.
Many people on the side saw this scene, but no one stepped out, because they didn't dare or didn't want to. They only watched coldly from the side.
They did not know each other, so Chen Zong would not meddle in this matter for no reason.
Those who are strong will not stop, and those who are strong will have no fear.
The young probationary disciple chose to swallow his anger in exchange for a moment of calm.
In life, there were all kinds of choices, and the choices one made would lead to the consequences one had to bear.
Chen Zong strolled through the stalls while looking at the things on both sides. There were parts of demonic beasts, some precious medicines, and some strange things that were found or dug out from the mountains. They might be treasures.
However, nothing caught Chen Zong's attention, so he didn't buy anything. Gradually, Chen Zong walked to a restaurant, the Ming Feng Restaurant.
The Bright Wind Brothel was not run by an ordinary person. It had a great background and was said to be the property of an elder on Mt. Mingguang.
Although a Transcendent Realm master had undergone a metamorphosis in terms of life force, they still could not escape the fact that they were human, and humans had all kinds of needs.
Perhaps there were fewer needs in this regard, but there were still needs in other aspects.
Having a property meant having income, and income meant wealth, which meant many things.
The Ming Feng Restaurant was four floors high. Chen Zong stepped on the first floor and glanced around. Every table was full of people, so he walked to the stairs of the second floor.
This move immediately attracted the attention of many people.
"The second floor is only for official disciples. He doesn't look like an official disciple."
"I have an impression that he is a probationary disciple who came through some back door a few days ago. He doesn't know the rules."
"So he is a newcomer. It seems that he didn't know the rules until he was taught a lesson and paid a price."
While these people were talking, Chen Zong had already stepped on the stairs of the second floor.
At a glance, the second floor was also full.
No one stopped Chen Zong directly went to the third floor.
"He went up."
"The second floor?"
"No, he went to the third floor."
"The third floor!"
Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamations.
"He doesn't want to live anymore. He dares to go to the third floor."
"Ignorant person."
"Although there is no explicit rule that we probationary disciples can't go to the second or third floor, the private rule is that only official disciples can set foot on the second floor, and only elite disciples can set foot on the third floor."
When the Ming Feng Restaurant was first built, there were no such rules. Of course, there were no such rules now. Everything was done by the disciples of Ming Guang Mountain.
Probationary disciples could only stay on the first floor, the second floor was for official disciples, the third floor for elite disciples, and the fourth floor for core disciples. Each floor was divided into different classes to distinguish between high and low status.
The result of jumping a level to enter was often terrible, but some new disciples didn't know this and had to pay a price to understand.
Stepping on the third floor, Chen Zong glanced around. The people sitting on the third floor were all wearing blue martial robes. There was a bright light on the sleeves of the robes, which was woven with some kind of special silk thread. It symbolized the identity of an elite disciple of Ming Guang Mountain.
Originally, they had just casually glanced over when they heard the footsteps, but now they suddenly focused on Chen Zong. Then, a trace of dissatisfaction, ridicule, and annoyance appeared one after another.
An elite disciple carefully sized up Chen Zong, then stood up and scolded him sternly, "Who are you? Don't you know that this is a place where only elite disciples can come?"
The other elite disciples also looked over.
One of the elite disciples walked up to Chen Zong and asked, "Probationary disciple?"
Chen Zong nodded.
"Get out of here. This is not a place for probationary disciples." The elite disciple's eyes were cold and his tone was harsh. As soon as he finished speaking, he directly waved his hand. The sleeve of his robe rolled up, and a violent wind came whistling, fiercely slapping Chen Zong's face.
He wouldn't die or be seriously injured, but the force contained in the slap was so strong that it would directly swell his face and make him roll down the stairs. It was very embarrassing.
It had to be said that this person's intentions were vicious.
Chen Zong's eyes were cold. He didn't move, but his body rippled like water, causing the opponent's sleeve to miss. At the moment when the opponent was about to attack for the second time, the tip of his sword directly bombarded the opponent's stomach. The terrible force raged like a whirlpool, causing the elite disciple to lose his strength in an instant. His whole body fell forward and rolled down the stairs, making thumping sounds.
"How dare you attack."
"Take him down."
"Kill him."
The other elite disciples were enraged one after another. They all released an astonishing momentum, locking on Chen Zong, and then attacked Chen Zong one after another.
Each of these elite disciples was very strong, all of them having the combat strength of Eight Stars. The power of their attacks was astonishing.
These elite disciples were not very old; they were probably in their thirties, but they looked like they were in their twenties. Yet, they possessed the combat prowess of the Eight Stars. They were the top geniuses on Chaotian Island, not inferior to the likes of Xiahou Ba, or even more powerful than the likes of Xiahou Ba.
This also made Chen Zong even more surprised by the quality of the geniuses on the Blue Waves Continent. Indeed, because of the better cultivation environment, resources, inheritance, and other factors, it was easier to cultivate here.
This thought flashed through Chen Zong's mind. Facing so many attacks, he didn't hesitate at all. His figure was majestic, and he unsheathed the Heavenly Sun Sword. He slashed in the air in front of him, and like a crescent moon, it cut and shattered all the attacks.
The sword power pierced through the air, swept across the crowd, and directly sent more than a dozen elite disciples flying.
Chen Zong used his power skillfully, and he didn't hit them hard. He just repelled them. If it was a battle of life and death, this sword move would have already taken their lives. What he wanted was only to intimidate them.
"Who are you?" After the elite disciples got up, their eyes were full of uncertainty. They didn't dare to continue attacking. When the sword wind swept past them just now, they felt their blood run cold. They were not stupid, and realized that the opponent was much stronger than them. Even if more than a dozen of them attacked together, they might not be a match for him.
"Probationary disciples," Chen Zong said, and then asked in reply, "Who said that probationary disciples can only eat on the first floor? Does the Mingfeng Restaurant have such a rule? "
The elite disciples looked at each other. The Mingfeng Restaurant indeed didn't have such a rule. These rules were only set by some disciples of Mingguang Mountain because of their status.
Over time, even if it wasn't a rule, it became a rule.
In the past, some probationary disciples had tried to break this rule. After all, there were some capable ones among the probationary disciples. But at most, they could only break into the second floor to show off their power, and then be suppressed.
In Mingguang Mountain, the probationary disciples were uneven. But generally speaking, they were quite ordinary. Otherwise, they wouldn't have become probationary disciples. As for the official disciples, of course, they had their own strengths. Basically, every one of them had a seven-star battle strength before the age of 30.
As for the elite disciples, they had an eight-star battle strength.
And the core disciples were even stronger. They had a nine-star battle strength and were masters of the Grandmaster Realm.
Compared with those upper-class Sects on Chaotian Island, such a sect was definitely much stronger.
"The Mingfeng Restaurant doesn't have a written rule, but this rule was set by the three esoteric Senior Brothers. Do you want to break the rule set by the three esoteric Senior Brothers?" One of the elite disciples shouted angrily.
The ranks of the disciples in the Tai Yuan Heavenly Sect were very clear. The core disciples were not the highest. There were esoteric disciples above them.
Every esoteric disciple was a master of the Extreme Mortal Realm. In other words, only those who had reached the Extreme Mortal Realm were qualified to become esoteric disciples. Every esoteric disciple had a very high status, and could even be compared with some of the lower-level Elders of the various Sects.
"I heard that the Mingfeng Restaurant is the property of Elder Mingyi. But Elder Mingyi doesn't have such a rule. Do the three esoteric disciples want to overstep their authority, or do they want to occupy the Mingfeng Restaurant for themselves?" As soon as Chen Zong finished speaking, the faces of the elite disciples changed greatly.
His words were a bit harsh.
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