Chapter 114 The Arena
Liu Yun looked around at his senior brothers, then pointed to himself incredulously: "Huh? Me...me?"
His mind was still blank when his second senior brother next to him retorted, "Don't forget me when you become rich and powerful."
"Liu Yun, now that you're living a good life, remember your brothers. Don't forget that last year when you didn't have money to buy medicine, I lent you seven thousand spirit stones."
"Swallow, I can't live without you, Swallow, take me with you, I'm willing."
"Liu Yun, look at me, am I handsome? Aren't I quite charming? After looking at me for a while, do you feel anything special? I'm willing to join the Giant Sect as a family member. Give me a chance."
Liu Yun let out a soft "Ah" in confusion. He had thought the elders would offer some opinions on his defection to the Giant Sect, but unexpectedly, Elder Sun grasped his hand earnestly:
"Although you are part of our Fu Sect's management trainee program, you should be entitled to compensation if you leave in the next few years. However, your situation is understandable. I will speak on your behalf at the internal senior management meeting. You can go with peace of mind."
"Promise the elder, once things are settled, you can take me over, okay?"
Liu Yun: "..."
He should have guessed long ago; Elder Sun has always been this pragmatic.
Even though he was poached in front of his former employer, Liu Yun didn't face any criticism. Not only did his senior brothers not stop him, but even the elders gave the green light to this act of betrayal on the spot.
Perhaps this is the power of money.
He himself had no reason to hesitate and directly signed the contract handed over by Sect Master Fang.
[Investment Target #2: Liuyun]
[Intelligence: 71][Stamina: 98][Appearance: 54][Emotional Intelligence: 62][Loyalty: 91]
[Recommended Development Path: Talisman Cultivation]
[Initial cultivation level: Qi Refining Level 6]
[Talent: 91]
[Investment Target Number Three: Song Mingsi]
[Intelligence: 52][Stamina: 99][Appearance: 50][Emotional Intelligence: 65][Loyalty: 94]
[Recommended Development Path: Physical Cultivation]
[Initial cultivation level: Qi Refining Level 4]
[Talent: 94]
Having stayed in the desolate hills for so long, Fang Zhuo saw very few people with cultivation talent scores above ninety—most of them were late-stage Foundation Establishment or Golden Core cultivators who were the backbone of major sects, and their potential for investment and appreciation was not great.
This disciple of the Talisman Sect happened to possess both high talent and low cultivation level.
The other party looked honest and had clear eyes, as if he couldn't figure it out no matter how much he schemed. He didn't seem to have any bad intentions. The worst thing he had ever done in his life was probably borrowing money to cultivate. So Fang Zhuo just glanced at the entry and casually extended an olive branch to this disciple of the Fu Sect.
According to the original plot, the arena tournament that the whole of Wasteland will be watching in a month. This tournament requires a minimum of four people to register, and these two people will be able to meet the minimum number of participants after signing up.
The four continued their training for another month or so, and their strength improved slightly, just in time to compete in the arena.
After Song Mingsi finished off all the dozen or so people in the team, Fang Zhuo didn't stay in the secret realm any longer.
He bid a brief farewell to the members of the Fu Sect and returned to the office building with three disciples with very different personalities.
He first placed the Drum of Invigoration at the very center of the top floor, then took out the high-level magical artifacts from his storage ring one by one, and placed the various auctioned treasures sealed in the box next to the small drum.
The room was suddenly filled with bright light.
This piece of land was already rich in spiritual energy, and there were more than twenty high-level magical artifacts nearby. At this moment, the drumbeats were even more urgent than in the secret realm.
Accompanied by the sound of drums, the spiritual energy on the top floor of the building was so abundant that it was almost terrifying, as if it resonated with the blood surging through everyone's bodies.
Liu Yun stroked the drum, and the noisy sound stopped, but the drumhead continued to vibrate rhythmically, and spiritual energy continued to spread outward.
The top floor still retains the meditation cushions originally used by the high-ranking members of the Medicine Sect. Sect Master Fang tossed each of the four of them a whole bottle of pills.
Looking at the bottle of pills, Liu Yun closed his eyes and sensed the spiritual energy, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
The difference is just too big...
The Talisman Sect isn't exactly a stingy sect, but even the higher-ups in the Talisman Sect don't have this kind of treatment where they can have whatever they want. What makes him so worthy of living such a heavenly life?
At this moment, he and Elder Sun shared a profound empathy.
The elders have worked hard for the sect for over two hundred years, only to earn a monthly salary of twenty to thirty thousand. Their only cave dwelling is frequently vandalized with red paint by debt collection companies. At this time, they need a generous sect to heal their fragile hearts that have been battered by society.
Liu Yun is currently on the top floor of the most central plot of land, which is the envy of everyone in the entire wasteland. He has an inexhaustible jar of high-grade pills at hand, and he also has powerful secret treasures to assist him. He can't believe how fast his cultivation will advance.
Goodbye to the days of borrowing money everywhere to buy elixirs;
Hello, inexhaustible cultivation resources.
He practically wanted to stick himself to the floor of the training room and never leave again.
"You all stay here in seclusion for now. About a month later, come with me to the arena for a competition. This time, let's try to qualify."
Upon hearing the sect leader's words, Liu Yun's heart tightened again.
The arena tournament is a major event that attracts attention throughout the entire wasteland. It is held every three years and the entire competition is broadcast live. It brings together top experts from various sects and masters from hidden sects. The leaders of the major sects with the energy will even personally lead their teams to participate.
Despite the grand scale of the event, only ten spots were ultimately selected.
The ten teams will share the treasures in the public prize pool according to their final rankings. The treasures include rare herbs from the public medicine field and monsters from hidden places. The registration fees of all teams will also be returned to the shortlisted teams in proportion.
The registration fee for a single team is not expensive, only a mere hundred spirit stones, while the official live stream attracts cultivators from all over the desolate hills to watch and tip. Therefore, many teams, even knowing they have no chance of qualifying, will still try their luck to get a higher ranking, just to show off.
The entire event is a gathering of elites, and every year many promising talents are signed on the spot by major sects on the stage. It can be said to be the biggest event in Huangqiu.
Liu Yun nervously swallowed a pill in one gulp.
Setting his sights on making the cut right from the start, he truly lives up to his title as Sect Master Fang.
With such good treatment here, he couldn't let the sect leader down.
In the arena, Qi Refining would only make him a punching bag. No matter what, he had to improve his cultivation level by one small realm during this period.
On the other side, Yin Fuxue tightly gripped the pills she had brought from the secret realm that she had been carrying on her chest, and with a serious expression, she quickly stepped into the alchemy furnace located in the center of the top floor.
...Fang Zhuo was unaware of how nervous his disciples were. He was sitting on a sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window on the second-to-last floor of the building, leisurely opening blind boxes while looking down at the scenery below.
[Congratulations on obtaining an SSR-level cafeteria building*1]
[This canteen can produce various high-level spiritual food sets at no cost, but they are only for the consumption of sect disciples.]
[Congratulations on obtaining 3 Cave Cluster Buildings]
[Each cave dwelling in the cluster has an area of 135 square meters, including a training room, terrace, bedroom, etc. The layout is three bedrooms, one living room, one bathroom, with two households per floor. Each cluster can accommodate one hundred cultivators.]
[Congratulations on obtaining the SSR-level buff: All land under heaven belongs to the king]
[The host can designate an area of 100 square kilometers, where all spiritual energy concentrations are the same as at the center, and the rate of spiritual energy consumption will not increase with the number of cultivators in the area.]
[Note: This area cannot be changed once it is designated.]
[Congratulations on obtaining the SR-quality employee card: Logistics Supervisor]
[Congratulations on obtaining 2 high-tier SR quality orbs]
[Congratulations on obtaining a rare mount*1]
Aside from these high-quality, practical items, there were only a few useless safety net pills left.
A dragon's roar came from outside, and a white dragon, more than twenty meters long, stopped on the terrace.
Unlike the dragons in ancient mythology, it is pure white all over, even its claws are white, like an initial model in a game without textures, giving it a strange sense of divinity in reality.
This must be the mount the system gave you.
Fang Zhuo patted the white dragon's head and jumped onto its back using the protrusion on its back.
Riding a dragon is much more comfortable than riding a sword. The white dragon's body has gelatinous protrusions that can support the waist and back, and the place where people sit is also exceptionally soft.
Riding the dragon, he circled the arena twice, then positioned the "All Land Belongs to the King" domain effect around the office building. The instant the setting was successful, a tsunami of spiritual energy filled the entire arena.
After the factory buildings were demolished last time, there are now large open spaces around the office building. He placed the three Dongfu cluster buildings and the canteen in this area.
Perfect. This area, brimming with spiritual energy, can now accommodate at least three hundred cultivators simultaneously.
After doing all this, he sent a few messages to inquire about Fang Lieyang's recent studies, left a letter for the logistics staff, and then returned to the top floor of the building to continue practicing the technique he hadn't finished last time.
On the day he was released from quarantine, he received a carrier pigeon from the official organizers of the tournament.
Based on the location of the sect token, these carrier pigeons will transmit the arena information to all the legitimate sects in the entire wasteland.
The letter included the team rankings from the previous tournament, along with a clear list of the rewards for the top ten teams.
As a new sect with no previous arena results, he can only choose to challenge teams ranked between 20th and 127th. If he wins, he will obtain that team's ranking.
After having the housekeeper check the basic information of these teams, Fang Zhuo directly selected to fight against the 20th-ranked team.
The moment he chose his challenger, the message was simultaneously posted on the stone tablet in Fangcaoyuan, immediately causing a stir on the forum—
[Family members, the Giant Clan is also participating! But why did they immediately choose the team that challenges the Crown Prince of the Moon-Gazing Beast Clan??]
[1L: I declare that the two most outrageous old money bastards in the entire wasteland have met!^^]
[2L: The Crown Prince got this ranking last time because his father only allowed him to get 20th place, just to keep a low profile. Didn't Brother Fang do any research before the competition?]
[3L: Still trying to keep a low profile? Ask anyone in the entire Wasteland who doesn't know that the Moon-Gazing Beast Sect has become a clan-based sect. The sect leader is practically emptying the entire sect to pave the way for the Crown Prince. I suggest the Crown Prince stop participating in these strength-based arenas in the future. He even wants to withdraw from the competition over a minor scratch. I'm speechless.]
[199L: I bet 500 spirit stones on the Crown Prince winning. I can only say that the Giant Sect, such a small sect, is still somewhat lacking in financial strength compared to the Moon-Gazing Beast Sect.]
[200L: "Such a small sect?" Netizens change their tune so quickly! Last month they were begging to join the Giant Sect, and now they look down on it? Hehe]
[201L: That's the truth. The Giant Sect only has a few people at most. They say they're rich, but they might run out of money any day. Compared to a thousand-year-old sect like the Moon-Gazing Beast Sect, they're definitely not as good.]
[202L: What's the difference? Have you never worked at a big company? Are you just putting on a beautiful self-pity act with a filter on?]
[203L: That's right. The Crown Prince's side is all equipped with high-level gear, and they're all elite Beastmasters with rich combat experience. They even bought 'mercenaries' from outside before the last arena battle. How can the Giant Sect possibly compete?]
[204L: People usually just brag about how good the treatment of lower-level employees is acceptable, but to really see recognition, you need real money. You should look at the odds of the official betting companies. The odds for the Giant Sect have reached 15:1. The masses have discerning eyes, which means everyone is optimistic about the Crown Prince.]
[551L: So why did Brother Fang specifically choose to face Lan Yue Team 2...?]
[552L: Same question. I'm from the Refining Sect, and I was there during the last secret realm. Although I know Brother Fang is rich, I still don't feel 100% confident of winning against the Lan Yue Second Team.]
[553L: I have a rumor that the girl that Sect Leader Fang picked up in the secret realm last time was previously controlled by a small group of rogue cultivators for a period of time. That group of rogue cultivators has been cooperating with the sect of the Crown Prince's tutor.]
[554L: I'm a bit confused. Who is the Crown Prince's tutor?]
[554L: He's the Crown Prince's good brother, I remember he was his classmate who sat at the front and back desks in the private school when we were kids. He was always on the Crown Prince's team when they fought in the arena, the two of them were so close they could share a pair of pants, and the Grand Tutor himself was also very strong.]
That makes sense. There are no limits to killing in the arena. I can only say that enemies are especially hostile when they meet.
[555L: Is it possible that Brother Fang didn't think that much about it at all, and just wanted to settle things with the Crown Prince's team since they were stuck at the top of the challenge rankings and there was a minor grudge between them?]
[556L: LOL... It was so easy! The Giant Sect's last pick was only at the Qi Refining stage, and they haven't achieved overwhelming strength yet. They'll behave themselves after losing the arena.]
[1078L: Huh? Huh? Wait, I think I saw Brother Fang in person! He came to my sect to order a high-level magic weapon?!]
[1079L: What kind of customization? High-level magical artifact? Are you sure these two terms can be used together?]
[1080L: I don't dare ask how much money you're asking. Dude, is your information accurate? Are you just acting?]
[1081L: Are you the guy from the Refining Sect? Please, brother, I'm begging you. If you stream, I'll immediately send you a hot air balloon emoji.]
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