Chapter 179: Inner Sect Grand Competition
Why was it treated with such indifference?
In the eyes of the high-ranking mbers of the Thirteen Immortal Sects, so-called cultivation geniuses were nothing more than leeks in a field, sprouting anew each year. Once one batch was harvested, another would grow.
Therefore, the Thirteen Immortal Sects never lacked cultivation geniuses.
Moreover, the true high-ranking cultivators of the sects were mostly devoted to cultivation in pursuit of immortality.
On the surface, the ones who held decision-making power in the sects were often those Nascent Soul True Venerables whose cultivation had stagnated.
These True Venerables, in order to maintain the existing structure of interests, were often unwilling to invest resources in nurturing potential rivals—unless that prodigy belonged to their own lineage or the faction of another sect elder.
“What, you claim to be an extraordinary prodigy of the Immortal Alliance Entrance Exam, soone who could even catch the eye of the Upper Three Immortal Sects?”
“What a joke!”
Now that the beast-taming civilization of the Immortal Alliance was at its peak, cultivators’ lifespans had greatly increased.
Not to ntion a thousand years ago—even ten thousand years ago—those so-called once-in-ten-thousand-years geniuses of the sects were still alive. So had even climbed to the peak and beco sect ancestors.
To them, the cultivation geniuses appearing in this year’s Immortal Alliance Entrance Exam were nothing more than juniors with slightly better talent.
Whether they were recruited or not made little difference.
If those sect ancestors were willing to spend resources, even a worm could be raised into a soaring flood dragon. How much more so for clan geniuses who already inherited a part of their bloodline’s aptitude?
Unless one was a true prodigy, the kind of once-in-a-century genius who could bypass the Entrance Exam and directly enter the Five Great Grotto-Heavens.
Such geniuses would even make the Upper Three Immortal Sects take them seriously and be willing to spend a great price to snatch them away.
In Zhao Wuchen’s eyes, Chen Beiwu could indeed be considered a cultivation genius. But compared to a Grotto-Heaven prodigy, he was still far inferior.
The reason Zhao Wuchen was willing to offer the price of a Tribulation-Breaking Golden Core was because he was betting on Chen Beiwu’s future potential.
Chen Beiwu ca from a declining family, yet his cultivation aligned perfectly with the techniques of the Bixiao Immortal Sect. At only nineteen years old, he had already cultivated the All Laws Converge, Heaven Book of the Divine Tree to the eleventh level. In the future, he stood a good chance of perfecting the scripture, advancing to Flawless Qi Refining, and becoming the disciple of a Nascent Soul True Venerable of the sect.
‘Quite a clever lad.’ Before leaving the Green Pine Private Banquet, Zhao Wuchen gave Chen Beiwu a glance.
He understood Chen Beiwu’s intent to weigh his value. In a way, this was a form of confidence that geniuses had in their own talent.
But no other sect could possibly offer a higher price than him.
Unless Chen Beiwu could pass three rounds in the Immortal Alliance’s Final Exam and prove his ability.
“Hu.” Chen Beiwu exhaled a breath of turbid air and picked up the jade na card on the table.
“Bixiao Immortal Sect, Zhao Wuchen.”
From beginning to end, Chen Beiwu never doubted the man’s identity.
This was the Bixiao Immortal Sect. No cultivator would dare impersonate one of its recruitnt teachers.
Only, everything had its cost. Although Teacher Zhao’s promised Tribulation-Breaking Golden Core was tempting, it felt more like an empty promise.
A hundred years was far too long!
It would be better for him to make steady progress, earn a na for himself in next month’s Final Exam, and gain the sect’s recognition.
At that ti, the rewards he received might be even more practical than a Tribulation-Breaking Golden Core.
Thinking this, Chen Beiwu carefully put away the na card and rose to leave the Green Pine Private Banquet.
Spend where needed, save where possible.
Although the Bixiao Immortal Sect provided cultivation caves for candidates, the fees were exorbitant—two thousand Spirit Yuan per month—far less cost-effective than cultivating at the Moon-in-Water Dwelling in the Southern Wastes.
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Southern Wastes, Profound Secrets Hall.
“Senior Brother Zhao, I wish to purchase more contribution points.” Chen Beiwu said.
“How many?”
“Fifteen thousand.”
Hearing this, Deacon Zhao Heng looked at Chen Beiwu, his face troubled.
Previously, in order to have Chen Junior Brother owe him a favor, he had specially sold three thousand sect contribution points at a two-to-one rate. Now, he no longer had many points left.
“Fifteen thousand contribution points is too much. I’ll need to ask around among our fellow disciples.” This ti, Zhao Heng didn’t dare agree readily.
“I must trouble Senior Brother Zhao. The purchase ratio can be adjusted to four-to-one this ti.” Chen Beiwu pleaded.
He had already obtained the status of Sequence Disciple, but redeeming the Heavenly Evolution Cycle Art still required fifteen thousand contribution points.
Relying solely on sect missions, it would be nearly impossible to gather such a huge amount in a short ti.
Left with no choice, Chen Beiwu could only pay a premium to buy contribution points.
“Chen Junior Brother, it’s not a matter of Spirit Stones.” Zhao Heng paused, then explained, “The Inner Sect Grand Competition is about to begin. Most disciples have already spent nearly all their contribution points to prepare.”
Every ten years, the sect held an Inner Sect Grand Competition.
Unlike the Outer Sect competition, the Inner Sect battles were ferocious. Those who ranked in the top hundred would receive one thousand contribution points and the status of Sequence Disciple.
The top ten would be rewarded with either a Mid-Grade Foundation Establishnt Pill or the equivalent of ten thousand contribution points.
The top three would gain the chance to enter the Transmission Hall to choose a Foundation Establishnt Secret Art, and might even catch the eye of a Golden Core Elder, becoming their disciple and rising as a new power in the Inner Sect—perhaps even competing for the position of True Inheritor.
Because the Inner Sect Grand Competition placed no restrictions on using artifacts, talismans, or pills,
Many disciples of noble backgrounds would invest all their contribution points to arm themselves and shine during the competition. This led to the price of contribution points soaring.
On the black market, the rate had even inflated to five-to-one.
“Inner Sect Grand Competition?” Chen Beiwu furrowed his brows, realizing the difficulty.
Even though he had been in closed-door cultivation within the sect, he knew the importance of the Inner Sect Grand Competition.
“Senior Brother Zhao, when will the competition begin?” Chen Beiwu asked.
The Inner Sect was filled with experts, Foundation Establishnt cultivators everywhere.
If the competition did not overlap with the Final Exam, he could also participate.
Even if he couldn’t make it to the top ten or earn ten thousand contribution points, it would still be a good test of his strength alongside Gold Egg.
“In three months.” Zhao Heng replied.
After leaving the Profound Secrets Hall, Chen Beiwu visited the Mission Hall.
He found that most of the high-reward missions required leaving the sect and carried significant danger. The remaining tasks couldn’t be completed in a short ti using his Two Realms channel.
Thus, Chen Beiwu decisively abandoned the idea of earning contribution points. Instead, he spent half a month cultivating at the Moon-in-Water Dwelling, condensing another drop of Liquid Mana.
Only when the Immortal Alliance Final Exam approached did he use the Gate of Ten Directions to return to the Second-Tier Cave Mansion he rented in Bixiao City, preparing to activate his last strand of Orange Fate.
After nurturing it with his divine powers for so ti, this Orange Fate shimred even brighter than the last.
“Hopefully, this Final Exam will let
enter the Five Great Grotto-Heavens.”
Making his wish, Chen Beiwu extended a finger and touched the Fate Bell.
“Zheng-hong!”
As the resonant toll of the bell echoed, the orange Spirit Fish within dissolved into motes of light.
Whether fruitful or not, he would give it a try.
After all, what if it worked?
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