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Watching Aohumen and Crimson Thunder Hall approach, Fang Yuan, as the leader of Xuan Lei Sect, naturally did not remain on the viewing platform any longer. Instead, he went to greet them along with the Four Great Elders.
"Eight experts above the Thunder Sovereign realm..." As he looked at the eleven individuals from Aohumen and Crimson Thunder Hall, a hint of shock flashed in Sun Zhe's eyes. Among these eleven, aside from the three young ones, each of their auras was no less than that of his master, Elder Li. They were all powerful figures above the Thunder Sovereign realm.
"Could it be that experts at the Thunder Sovereign Level are so common..." A bitter smile appeared on Sun Zhe's face. He had previously thought his strength was considerable, but seeing so many experts above the Thunder Sovereign realm appearing at once made him realize just how many strong individuals existed in this world. His current cultivation was simply insufficient.
In fact, Sun Zhe had misunderstood.
A Thunder Lord Level cultivator could be considered a strong individual even in the entire Xuan Yuan County. Ordinary forces would not dare to offend them. However, Xuan Lei Sect, Aohumen, and Crimson Thunder Hall were all well-known third-tier sects in Xuan Yuan County, which is why they had Thunder Lord Level experts guarding them. But such powerful figures were definitely not too numerous; now, these dozens of individuals already occupied nearly half of the top experts among the three major sects.
"Today was originally the day of our Xuan Lei Sect competition, yet it has been disrupted by you all. Even the Arena has been destroyed. I hope you can provide an explanation to Fang," Fang Yuan stopped and looked sternly at Ao Cheng and Zheng Kuanglei, questioning them with an unfriendly expression. Although he did not wish for tensions between the two factions to escalate, he needed an explanation; otherwise, he would have no way to face the many disciples and elders of Xuan Lei Sect.
"Haha... Actually, this incident was planned by me and Brother Zheng," said Ao Cheng. Upon hearing this, everyone from Xuan Lei Sect immediately turned cold, their expressions darkening. Some hot-tempered disciples even drew their weapons, ready to charge out at a command from their leader, Fang Yuan. On the side of Crimson Thunder Hall, Zheng Kuanglei looked puzzled at him, seemingly not understanding why Ao Cheng would respond this way.
With a slight smile and without caring about everyone's reactions, Ao Cheng continued, "We felt that such a competition was too boring and unnecessary, which is why this incident occurred."
"Does Brother Ao think that just because it's boring, you can recklessly destroy our sect's competition and even demolish our Competition's Arena?" With a pointed finger, Fang Yuan indicated the arena that had been collapsed by the Crimson Blood Flying Python. It had now been corroded by its toxic saliva into a massive pit, completely losing its original form.
"Brother Fang, please don't be agitated. This is merely a misunderstanding caused by that beast's mishap; we did not intend to destroy the Arena," said Ao Cheng. "Moreover, wouldn't having three arenas be better? I have a proposal; I wonder if Brother Fang would be willing to listen?"
Taking two steps forward and closing in slightly, with his lips curling up and a glint of something different in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on Fang Yuan, he spoke with a faint smile.
Fang Yuan's pupils slightly contracted. He knew that the main event was about to unfold. The other party's actions to disrupt the competition and destroy the competition arena were merely meant to give Xuan Lei Sect a warning while showcasing their strength to lower their status. What they truly sought today was about to be revealed.
"Brother Ao, please..."
Upon hearing Fang Yuan's response, Ao Cheng and Zheng Kuanglei exchanged glances and nodded slightly.
"Since that's the case, I won't be polite. What my brother Zheng and I mean is this: every time our three major Sects hold a disciple competition, it is conducted separately. While this has some benefits, it is too insular. Since our three sects are located in Beifeng City, we should progress together and develop collectively. The core disciples, who will be the future pillars of our Sects, should communicate more. Therefore..."
"We hope to hold a grand competition among the three sects. However, Xuan Lei Sect has an abundance of talent, while our two sects are lacking. Thus, we propose that our two sects send three representatives to compete with Xuan Lei Sect. Of course, this is limited to the young disciples who have just entered this generation. What does Brother Fang think?" After finishing, Ao Cheng smiled at Fang Yuan.
Immediately, everyone's gaze turned to the three young individuals behind Ao Cheng, clearly indicating them. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the three showed no change in expression, as if they were not taking this Competition seriously at all.
"Master, we cannot agree to their proposal. They are clearly plotting against us, combining forces from both sects to scheme against our sect..." An Inner Sect Elder spoke up angrily as he looked at the confident expressions on their faces.
"The Three Sect Competition is indeed a good suggestion; however, I wonder how the stakes for this Competition will be calculated?" Fang Yuan asked calmly, looking at Ao Cheng and Zheng Kuanglei, neither pleased nor angry.
Fang Yuan's demeanor left Ao Cheng momentarily unsure of his thoughts.
"Well, since this is the first grand competition among the three sects, the stakes should be substantial. Three months from now, each of our sects has ten spots available for entry. If we lose, each sect will give five spots to Xuan Lei Sect. If Xuan Lei Sect loses, those ten spots will be divided between our two sects. This way, it seems fair."
As soon as Ao Cheng finished speaking, although the disciples did not react, the four elders from Xuan Lei Sect widened their eyes in shock. They did not expect the other side's appetite to be so great as to calculate the ten spots of Xuan Lei Sect. In an instant, everyone’s expressions turned furious; the already enraged Inner Sect Elder was even more infuriated, his veins bulging as he trembled with rage.
These ten spots are extremely valuable!
"This arrangement may seem fair; however, we at Xuan Lei Sect do not wish to take your spots..." After a moment of silence, Fang Yuan slowly spoke.
Upon hearing Fang Yuan's refusal, the smiles on the faces of those from Aohumen and Crimson Thunder Hall gradually faded. They had come here with so many strong individuals not just to show off; the atmosphere in the entire square became tense. At that moment, however, Fang Yuan's voice rang out again.
"I heard that your Aohumen recently refined a top-grade third-tier pill called the Dragon-Tiger Pill, which has life-restoring effects. Even if someone suffers severe internal injuries, as long as they take this pill, they can recover in a very short time and even fully restore their Dantian's Thunder Spirit Power!"
"That's right; however, the materials needed for refining this pill are extremely hard to find. If Xuan Lei Sect can provide the materials, we could refine it for you." Although somewhat puzzled by why Fang Yuan would say such things, Ao Cheng still responded with a smile. This matter was not hidden at all; he had not thought about keeping it secret either.
"There's no need for alchemy. If I, Xuan Lei Sect, have the upper hand, I hope Brother Ao can provide ten Dragon-Tiger Pills." Fang Yuan's tone was firm and decisive.
"Alright!" Ao Cheng agreed without hesitation.
"As for you from Crimson Thunder Hall..." Fang Yuan's gaze shifted toward the Crimson Thunder Hall side, causing the members of Crimson Thunder Hall to become somewhat uneasy, not understanding what Fang Yuan was interested in from them.
"I want that Crimson Blood Flying Python!" Fang Yuan raised his right hand and simply pointed at the Third-Grade Monster Beast, the Crimson Blood Flying Python, behind the members of Crimson Thunder Hall.
Seemingly understanding Fang Yuan's request, the previously listless Crimson Blood Flying Python suddenly glared fiercely, lowly roaring at Fang Yuan.
"You..." The elders of Crimson Thunder Hall were instantly enraged. The Crimson Blood Flying Python was a Third-Grade Monster Beast that they had painstakingly nurtured. Such a formidable beast was stronger than an average Thunder Lord Level expert; how could it be used as a wager? No matter how precious these ten slots were, the Crimson Blood Flying Python was irreplaceable to them.
"Haha... good! As long as your Xuan Lei Sect can win, this Hall Master will give it to you, no problem!" Zheng Kuanglei's eyes flashed with madness as he laughed and agreed.
If they wanted the Crimson Blood Flying Python, they would have to defeat them first. But was that even possible?
The Dragon-Tiger Pills from Aohumen were equally precious; such high-grade pills were extremely rare, and taking out ten at once was not something ordinary items could compare to. Ao Cheng's willingness to agree so readily surely had its reasons.
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