Seeing this, Qin Luo could only smile wryly. How could he not see what Dan Bingli was trying to express?
Although he also had a thousand tender feelings in his heart, the situation was urgent at the moment, and he could not afford to delay in the slightest.
This primordial baptism is an excellent opportunity for Dan Bingli to lay the foundation for sainthood. Once missed, it is unknown how many long years will pass before such a good opportunity comes again.
Moreover, with the birth of the Origin Baptism, a fierce struggle is clearly about to begin.
Every passing second means an increase in variables. If they continue to linger here, and other powerful figures arrive and surround the baptism ground, then they won't even have any trace left, let alone receive the baptism.
The wind howled in their ears as they traveled in silence. This was because the curtain, which had been half-unveiled, was suddenly interrupted.
While traveling, Qin Luo did not forget his business. With a thought, he opened the system interface, selected Dan Bingli's opportunity gifting interface, and chose to gift the six thousand drops of primordial spirit liquid.
[Dan Bingli has obtained a fortuitous opportunity: 39 drops of Primal Spirit Liquid. Based on her current affection level for the host: 39 (first stirrings of affection); therefore, the return bonus will be randomly distributed between 40 and 200 times the original value.]
[The chance to win is doubled to 200, granting 7,800 drops of Primal Spirit Liquid.]
"Phew~ Luckily I was careful, otherwise I would have really wasted so much time."
Qin Luo looked at the opportunity that Danbingli had given him, which had a one-year cooldown period, and thought helplessly.
He originally intended to give all 12,000 points of Origin Spirit Liquid to Dan Bingli at once, but he had never tried how a large number of opportunities would be returned before. Now, after some experimentation, he finally got the answer.
"The base for the return is determined by the 'affection value,' so it seems we need to select investors with high 'affection values' to receive the gifts in order to maximize our profits."
"But alas! We still can't bestow such generous gifts upon each other!"
Half an hour later, Qin Luo and his companion finally arrived at the source of the tremor. The place was bustling with people, with many cultivators gathered there, some chatting quietly in small groups, others standing alone quietly adjusting their breathing.
Qin Luo quickly scanned the crowd and found that most of them were wearing similar robes, clearly belonging to the same faction. This kind of display made him feel a chill, and he guessed that these must be the three top forces on the Jue Tian Continent.
Looking ahead, one can see five parallel mountain peaks standing majestically, exuding an imposing aura.
The five peaks are arranged in descending order of height, with the lowest one being only a few hundred feet high. The highest one pierces the clouds, with clouds and mist swirling around its waist and its summit hidden in a vast sea of clouds, disappearing from sight.
The five peaks also share similarities, namely, the distribution of varying numbers of stone platforms on each of them.
There are ten stone platforms on the lowest peak, and the number decreases with each upward climb. On the second highest peak, three figures in different robes are sitting cross-legged on the three stone platforms.
The two men and one woman all exuded the powerful aura of the late stage of the Divine Realm, and their invisible pressure spread outwards, making the surrounding air feel oppressive.
Looking down at the stone platform on the mountain peak, which had long been occupied, many people below began to complain softly:
"Sigh! The higher the mountain, the better the baptism of the primordial essence. Unlike us, we can only absorb the residue that falls from them at the foot of this mountain! This is just too unfair."
Unexpectedly, upon hearing these people's complaints, a female disciple of the Rakshasa Temple, dressed in a gray robe, glanced at him dismissively and said:
"Hmph, fair? If you're so capable, you can climb up that platform too."
The disciples blushed instantly, wanting to retort but finding themselves speechless for a moment.
At this moment, a disciple of the Demon-Slaying Alliance dressed in black spoke slowly:
"It is said that the fairy Zheng Wei of the Rakshasa Temple is not only beautiful, but also has extremely high talent in cultivation. At the young age of twenty-five, she has already reached the late stage of the Divine Travel Realm. She is the most outstanding disciple of the Rakshasa Temple this year and is very likely to challenge the stone platform of the highest peak."
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to Zheng Wei atop the second highest peak. She was dressed in pristine white, her face beautiful, her demeanor serene and aloof, appearing like a fairy descended from heaven, untouched by worldly concerns.
Seemingly noticing the gazes of the crowd, Zheng Wei lowered her eyes to look at the foot of the mountain, then covered her mouth and smiled. Instantly, many people were captivated by the charm emanating from her cool demeanor.
Just as the crowd below was stirred by Zheng Wei's smile, Chen Xuan, who was standing next to her, suddenly spoke up:
"Zheng Fairy is truly indiscriminate in her desires, putting on such a cool and aloof facade. Let's see if those who willingly walk into her trap will still be so passionate towards you when they die from being drained of their essence."
As he spoke, Zheng Wei conjured a soundproof barrier in her hand, then smiled faintly:
"Could it be that Young Master Chen of Feidu Valley is jealous? If so, I will not eat those leftovers and will give this great opportunity to Young Master Chen."
After speaking, she lowered her head slightly, gently biting her slender fingers. Her expression was a mixture of reproach and resentment, and her eyes were alluring yet cunning. Clearly, the "great opportunity" she mentioned was referring to herself.
Chen Xuan's face darkened, and he coldly snorted:
“Zheng Wei, we both know about your sordid deeds. Don’t think you can keep it a secret forever.”
Zheng Wei, however, didn't seem to care. She put away the soundproof barrier, turned to look at the highest peak, and said leisurely:
"Young Master Chen should worry more about whether he can gain anything from this baptism of origin, instead of always focusing on me, a weak woman. After all, your opponent is Young Master Song Yu of the Demon Slayer Alliance. It is said that he is the best of the current generation of the Demon Slayer Alliance, and his strength is unfathomable."
Unexpectedly, Song Yu spoke slowly, his expression calm:
"Zheng Xianzi is becoming more and more adept at using this tactic of diverting trouble. I don't believe you would willingly submit to the baptism of this second peak. Rakshasa Temple has always been ambitious. With your personality, how could you let go of the ultimate opportunity contained in the highest peak? All this talk is just to make us fight like the snipe and the clam here, so you can reap the benefits."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Wei's smile remained unchanged, but a hint of allure appeared in her eyes, and she said in a soft tone:
"I can't hide it from Young Master Song's discerning eyes. If Young Master Song can help me climb to the highest peak and obtain the strongest power of the source baptism, I will definitely repay you well after my strength increases. At that time, I will definitely accompany you wholeheartedly on this lonely path of cultivation, never leaving your side."
As she spoke, she waved her white dress, and the sachet on her body emitted an alluring fragrance that wafted toward Song Yu, seemingly capable of bewitching his heart.
Song Yu frowned, his expression cold, and without hesitation, he unleashed a palm strike to dissipate the fragrance, his eyes filled with disgust.
"That's really unnecessary. Although I, Song Yu, am not exactly a gentleman, I have absolutely no interest in cinnabar that has been tasted by thousands of people!"
After Song Yu finished speaking, he didn't look at Zheng Wei again, leaving Zheng Wei sitting on the high platform, her face turning pale and then red, her eyes filled with resentment.
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