My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

Chapter 628: Chapter 142: Bounty

The sects of the Central Continent held a significant psychological advantage over those from the Western Continent. Besides, Central Continent Cultivators were inherently a full Tier more powerful than their Western Continent counterparts.

After Core Formation, most Cultivators from the Six Sects of the Western Continent would choose to travel to the Central Continent to further their Cultivation. They would only return to the Western Continent after hitting a bottleneck.

These Cultivators from the Western Continent were often innately inferior to those from the Central Continent. The latter had prodigies with exceptional Talent, born with various Divine Techniques and even Spirit Bodies.

Yang Jing, on the Sword Fighting Platform today, was nothing like a Western Continent Cultivator. In fact, even among Central Continent Cultivators, few possessed such an air.

’Such Power... it’s as if he’s a Celestial Being Reincarnation, just like the ones described in the Sect’s secret records.’

A Nascent Soul Cultivator looked at Yang Jing on the Sword Fighting Platform with a complicated expression.

In the Upper Realm, the six paths of reincarnation still existed. When a Cultivator died there, it wasn’t like in the Nine Heavens World, where only a trace of their True Spirit would be reincarnated, severing all karmic ties to their past life. In the Upper Realm, if one had status and backing, they could solve the mystery of the womb after reaching Divinity Transformation and be reborn with the memories of their past life.

If a Cultivator above the True Immortal Realm was reincarnated, they would qualify to be called a Celestial Being Reincarnation. They would retain the Divine Prohibitions and Divine Techniques of their past life, making them utterly unmatched by Cultivators of the same Realm.

Seeing a Tier Four Defensive Magical Treasure, something they had only dreamed of, get sliced in two by a single sword strike, even the Independent Cultivators with little experience knew that Yang Jing’s Power was beyond their comprehension.

The Cultivators from the Western Continent Noble Families, who had been clamoring just moments ago, were now dead silent. These Golden Core and Foundation Establishment Cultivators from the Western Continent Noble Families watched as their highly respected ancestors were either forced into blood contracts or slaughtered like pigs and dogs. Their former arrogance was shattered to pieces.

Within ten paces of a marsh, there must be fragrant herbs; in a hamlet of ten households, there must be loyal men.

Those who could reach the Nascent Soul Realm were no mediocrities; Talent, intellect, and fortune were all indispensable. Among these Nascent Soul Cultivators from the Western Continent, there were still a few who, even in the face of death, clung to their pride. They were unwilling to sign a blood contract and have their lives held in the palm of an Independent Cultivator.

Among these four, some possessed several Tier Four Magical Treasures. Others had cultivated Divine Prohibitions passed down from their Sects. A few, whose families had lived in the Central Continent for generations, had even purged the impurities from their bloodlines—remnants of their ancestors’ time in the Western Continent—and awakened Divine Techniques.

They all considered themselves extraordinary, and in the prime of their lives, they were the driving force behind the Western Continent Noble Families’ attempts to establish their own Sects in the Central Continent.

Yang Jing intended to make an example of them. He met Magical Treasure with Magical Treasure, Divine Prohibition with Divine Prohibition, and Divine Technique with Divine Technique, crushing his opponents in every regard.

The more the spectating Nascent Soul Cultivators watched, the more they despaired, because they could find almost no weakness in Yang Jing.

His Cultivation Technique, Magical Treasures, and Divine Techniques were all flawless.

"Do you think you’re some kind of hero here to turn the tide? The Western Continent is barren! The Six Great Sects are huddled in a corner, growing weaker by the day. Among the Six Sects, the Profound Pure Sect and the Taixu Sword Sect were once Major Sects on par with the Celestial Sword Sect and the Nine Marvels Sect. Now, they’ve been left far behind, with no worthy successors to carry the torch!"

A Nascent Soul Cultivator with the appearance of a young man roared at Yang Jing, his eyes bursting with fury. Even with half his body cleaved off, he struggled to yell:

"If the Six Sects fall, it will be at your hands! You’re nothing but a jackal to these Major Sects from the Central Continent!"

Yang Jing’s face was filled with contempt.

"It’s only human nature to covet the Central Continent’s rich resources and be unwilling to fight Demons to the death in the Western Continent. But to wrap that cowardice in the noble cause of preserving the Six Sects... you’re utterly shameless."

Unwilling to listen to the man’s mad barking any longer, he flicked a finger, sending out a stream of Sword Qi that killed him instantly.

The Sword Fighting Platform beneath his feet BUZZED and trembled, expressing its displeasure. Having seen so many Nascent Souls fight, the platform had expected a feast of spiritual blood. Yet, in the end, only four had died. While this was more than in previous duels, it fell far short of its expectations.

Yang Jing ignored the Sword Fighting Platform beneath him, soaring into the air and surveying the crowd of spectating Cultivators.

"I am Yang Jing. The Western Continent is currently beset by a dire threat. Having been nurtured by my Sect, I cannot stand by and watch the Western Continent be tainted by the foul Demon Qi. I wish to recruit righteous warriors to travel to the Western Continent and fight back against the Demon Court. Qi Cultivators will be paid three hundred Spirit Stones a year. Foundation Establishment Cultivators will be paid thirty-five hundred Spirit Stones a year. Golden Core Cultivators will be rewarded with a bottle of Tier Three Spirit Medicine."

His voice spread in all directions through the Water Mirrors.

Among the many Low Tier Cultivators in the crowd, some were tempted, while others were quite disdainful.

The Central Continent was rich in resources. Even though life was hard for Independent Cultivators, it was still quite easy to save up some Spirit Stones. A salary of three hundred Spirit Stones a year was very generous for an Independent Cultivator from the Western Continent, but for one from the Central Continent, it was merely average.

"Furthermore, all Merit Points earned will be meticulously recorded by a Secretary. Whether you seek a Foundation Establishment Pill, a Golden Core Pill, or even the most precious Nascent Soul Pill, they can all be exchanged for Merit Points."

Yang Jing’s next words struck the crowd like a clap of thunder.

The Top Tier Sects of the Central Continent deliberately controlled the number of Foundation Establishment Pills. They did this either to conserve Spiritual Materials and Spiritual Mechanism or to prevent Independent Cultivators from becoming too powerful. Even though the ingredients were not scarce, they limited the supply to stop too many Independent Cultivators from reaching Foundation Establishment.

As for Golden Core Pills, even some Golden Core Clans had to go to great lengths just to obtain a single one.

Some Cultivators who were already leaving stopped dead in their tracks upon hearing that these three types of pills could be earned.

The most eager ones even tried to surge onto the Sword Fighting Platform, only to be driven back by the roiling Evil Qi emanating from it.

"Everyone, there is no need to rush. I will be waiting on Dawn Island in the Thousand Islands Alliance for three months. After three months, we will depart for the Western Continent."

Yang Jing said, looking down at the surging crowd below the platform.

"Those are just empty words! Can you really produce that many Spirit Pills?"

The most excited ones were not the Qi Cultivation or Foundation Establishment Cultivators, but rather the Golden Core Cultivators who had been stuck in the Golden Core Stage for a long time.

These Golden Core Cultivators, who had scraped and struggled for many years, had been unable to acquire a single Nascent Soul Pill, despite trying every means possible.

Without a Nascent Soul Pill, the process of shattering one’s core to form a Nascent Soul was almost certain death.

Yang Jing smiled. He took a Pill Bottle from his Storage Bag, channeled his Magical Power, and broke the seal on the bottle.

Several Nascent Soul Pills flew out of the Pill Bottle.

"It’s... It’s really them! Nascent Soul Pills!"

Some Golden Core Cultivators were ecstatic upon seeing the Spirit Pills they had dreamed of for so long. It was as if they had spent countless hours studying the appearance of Nascent Soul Pills in alchemical diagrams.

Some of the Golden Core Cultivators who were clan patriarchs were so excited their hands trembled. As long as the amount of Merit Points Yang Jing required wasn’t too outrageous, they were confident they could obtain a Nascent Soul Pill with the full power of their clan.

Seeing the excitement of the Cultivators below, Yang Jing knew he wouldn’t have to worry about these recruits slacking off and coasting by.

Instead, what he needed to worry about was that these Cultivators, in their reckless pursuit of Merit Points for Foundation Establishment Pills, Golden Core Pills, and Nascent Soul Pills, might fall into the Demon Court’s traps.

Yang Jing slowly let out a breath. ’Recruiting this many Cultivators should be enough to fend off the Demon Court’s offensive.’

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