My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

Yang Jing almost laughed out loud in anger at the benefits this cultivator was offering.

’Did these Central Continent cultivators really think the Western Continent was some destitute, untamed backwater? That a mere Tier Three Magical Treasure was enough to order him around?’

Although he felt contemptuous, his expression remained one of fearful reverence.

"Thank you for thinking so highly of me, Fellow Daoist. It’s just that I am well aware of my own power. Just being able to participate in this Nine Marvels Contest is already a blessing from the heavens; I dare not hope for too much. I plan to enter the Nine Marvels Small Realm and use the abundant Spiritual Qi within to cultivate a bit more Magical Power. I will not be competing for the Nine Marvelous Creation Qi."

The wealthy young man hadn’t expected Yang Jing to be so utterly lacking in ambition. ’The Western Continent’s Five Elements True Spirit Sect must truly have no worthy successors to have sent such a useless person.’

Before he came, he had already boasted that this would be an easy catch.

’For Yang Jing to dare refuse him now—wouldn’t that make him lose face in front of Young Master Yi?’

At this thought, the wealthy young man seethed with resentment. He hated Yang Jing for his cowardice, and he hated him for daring to defy him.

He stepped forward, about to grab Yang Jing.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, the Nine Marvels Small Realm is far more dangerous than you imagine. The Spiritual Qi there is nearly identical to the Upper Realm’s, so even the rocks, flowers, and trees can sense the Spiritual Mechanism and undergo Demon Transformation. And that’s not even mentioning the beasts with fur and horns. Even though cultivators like us clear them out every thousand years, their numbers remain extremely high. With your power, if you enter the Nine Marvels Small Realm without anyone’s support, I’m afraid you’ll be dead in a Demon’s jaws within days."

Yang Jing took a step back, dodging his grasp.

"Fellow Daoist, my Sect has passed down knowledge about the conditions in the Nine Marvels Small Realm. If you continue to pester me, I will have to call for the cultivators from the Nine Marvels Sect."

There were, of course, cultivators from the Nine Marvels Sect maintaining order in the Celestial Star Institute. The wealthy cultivator could only withdraw his hand in frustration, shooting Yang Jing a hateful glare.

"Fine, have it your way in the Celestial Star Institute. The Nine Marvels Sect can protect you here. But if I run into you in the Nine Marvels Small Realm, I’ll make you wish you were dead!"

After spitting out his vicious threat, the wealthy young man turned and left.

Yang Jing’s expression didn’t change. He had seen too many sycophants like this—fawning over cultivators stronger than themselves, yet flying into a murderous rage at the slightest defiance from those weaker.

’Fine. Once we’re in the Nine Marvels Small Realm, if you’re lucky enough to run into me, I’ll just take your life then.’

His mood was completely unaffected. He returned to his Cave Mansion and continued refining his Magical Treasures. The wealthy young man had some sense, at least; he didn’t bother Yang Jing again in the Celestial Star Institute.

Perhaps he felt it was shameful to have failed to recruit a cultivator from the Western Continent. According to the information sent back by a Flying Crane, he had simply claimed that Yang Jing was insatiably greedy, asking for a stream of Nine Marvelous Creation Qi right from the start. He even spread this story around.

This, contrary to his intent, left Yang Jing in peace.

Three months later, Yang Jing suddenly recalled the Celestial Waterfall Sword into his Dantian. He stood up, then retrieved the Five Fire Gourd and the Demon-Catching Tripod, hanging them at his waist.

The time for the Nine Marvels Contest had arrived. The other qualified True Disciple from the Five Elements True Spirit Sect was late, but Yang Jing wasn’t surprised.

The Central Continent was thousands of miles from the Western Continent, and the path to the Nine Marvels Sect was blocked by Nascent Soul Cultivators from major powers. It was perfectly normal not to arrive in time.

Yang Jing walked out of his Cave Mansion. By now, many cultivators had already gathered in the plaza outside the residences.

A Flood Dragon nearly fifty zhang long was coiled up in a Flood Dragon Array. It had a single horn on its head, four claws, and a body covered in chilling, deep green scales.

Because his disciple was Yinjiao and he had once visited the Dragon Taming Dong Family, Yang Jing was naturally very familiar with a top-tier Demon like the Flood Dragon.

The Flood Dragon before him was actually a Spirit Demon like Yinjiao, one that cultivated a Qi Cultivation Technique. Its cultivation had already reached the Nascent Soul Realm, and its Magical Power was as vast as an ocean. Moreover, it was a rare Poisonous Flood Dragon.

Among the Golden Core Cultivators present, quite a few had clearly noticed this as well. They carefully kept their distance from the Flood Dragon, lest they be inexplicably afflicted by its poison.

A cultivator with a white beard and hair that fell to his waist was sitting atop the Flood Dragon’s head, feigning sleep. He wore a ragged hemp garment and straw sandals, and his clothes were covered in filth. He looked utterly slovenly, with not the slightest fluctuation of Magical Power emanating from him. If not for the Poisonous Flood Dragon beneath him that could easily devour a Golden Core Master in a single bite, most people present would have mistaken him for a mortal in charge of miscellaneous tasks.

Yang Jing slowly let out a breath.

’This old man must be a Divinity Transformation Elder from the Nine Marvels Sect.’

For every Nine Marvels Contest, the Nine Marvels Sect would dispatch a Divinity Transformation Elder because they had to open the Small Realm where the Nine Marvels Tripod was located. After all, this concerned the Nine Marvels Sect’s sect-guarding Magical Treasure, the Nine Marvels Creation Tripod.

If a Divinity Transformation Cultivator were to disguise themselves as a Golden Core Cultivator to enter the Nine Marvels Small Realm and plot for the Nine Marvels Creation Tripod, only another Divinity Transformation Elder would be able to see through the ruse.

Since the beginning of the Nine Marvels Contest, such an incident had happened three times. Twice, Nascent Soul Cultivators used Divine Techniques to disguise themselves as Golden Core Cultivators, and once, a Demon King possessed a Golden Core Cultivator.

Therefore, the Nine Marvels Sect dared not be careless in the slightest.

With a Divinity Transformation Cultivator present, none of the Golden Core Cultivators dared to make a sound. You could hear a pin drop in the plaza.

"Everyone is here. Let’s prepare to head to the Nine Marvels Small Realm."

The white-bearded man sitting on the Poisonous Flood Dragon suddenly opened his eyes and spoke to everyone present.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a toy-like Flying Boat from his robes. With a puff of his breath, it transformed into a medium-sized Flying Boat over ten zhang long.

The Flying Boat’s design was different from an ordinary tower ship; it looked more like a flying shuttle.

Before any of the cultivators present could react, they were swept up by a wave of Magical Power and stuffed into the shuttle. Immediately after, the Poisonous Flood Dragon was fitted with a saddle. It let out a long cry, shot into the sky, and dragged the shuttle high into the air.

The Poisonous Flood Dragon possessed boundless strength. Even pulling a heavy object like the flying shuttle was effortless for it. Its flight speed was also extremely fast; in just a few moments, it had flown out of the Nine Marvels Sect’s territory.

Yang Jing sat in the cabin, still savoring the way the Divinity Transformation Cultivator had manipulated his Magical Power to sweep everyone into the shuttle. It was like an antelope hanging by its horns—utterly traceless and sublime.

A handsome cultivator in a Daoist Robe suddenly appeared before Yang Jing. He formed a spell with his hands and cast a sound-insulating Daoist Technique to block any prying eyes or ears.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Shi Qingfeng, a disciple of the Flying Spirit Sect."

Yang Jing opened his eyes. The Flying Spirit Sect was also a Major Sect in the Central Continent, just a tier below the Nine Marvels Sect.

"I am Yang Jing, a disciple of the Five Elements True Spirit Sect."

Shi Qingfeng showed no surprise upon hearing Yang Jing introduce himself as a disciple of the Five Elements True Spirit Sect. He had clearly already investigated his identity.

"I was fortunate enough to awaken a Divine Technique at birth. It is called Dongzhen, and it is a Lower-Rank Divine Technique of the Great Divine Technique, Wall-Penetrating Insight."

Yang Jing’s eyes narrowed slightly. He had already raised his guard but had not sensed any form of scrying whatsoever. For Shi Qingfeng to approach him like this, an inconspicuous cultivator from the Western Continent, he had obviously seen something.

"What business do you have with me, Fellow Daoist?"

"Back at the Celestial Star Institute, I used my Dongzhen Divine Technique to probe the power of many of our fellow cultivators. I thought I had a general understanding of everyone’s cultivation, but it wasn’t until I saw you on this Flying Boat that I realized I’ve been a frog in a well," Shi Qingfeng said to Yang Jing.

Using his Dongzhen Divine Technique, he had secretly spied on countless cultivators, but he had never seen a Golden Core Cultivator with Magical Power as profound and pure as Yang Jing’s. It was almost beyond the limits of what a Golden Core Cultivator could achieve.

The Spiritual Light of the three Magical Treasures on his person was also contained within, their power extraordinary. He was definitely not the type who only excelled at cultivation but was poor at Magical Combat.

If they were inside the Nine Marvels Small Realm, Shi Qingfeng wouldn’t even dare to appear before Yang Jing.

Out of curiosity, he had inquired about Yang Jing. After hearing that someone had tried to recruit him earlier, only to be met with an exorbitant demand, he had guessed Yang Jing’s plan.

"With your power, Fellow Daoist, you indeed don’t need any teammates to compete for the Nine Marvelous Creation Qi on your own. I am willing to share all the intelligence I have gathered on the other cultivators. I only ask that you do not attack me within the Nine Marvels Small Realm."

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