CHAPTER 391: CHAPTER 391 I HAVE A SYSTEM REWARD

Strive for it? How?

They’ve just arrived, unfamiliar with the place, struggling to even find a direction, and they still delude themselves into trying to compete with the outside world? Hongxiu is aware of Chen Pingping’s capabilities, but... this is the Nine Heavens, the Southern Diaspora Land, not the Heaven Martial Continent. In this world filled with numerous sects and strong contenders, shouldn’t they keep a low profile? Wouldn’t it be better to wait until the sect disciples have strengthened before engaging with the outside world and raising the sect’s reputation?

Hongxiu couldn’t help but retort, "I need to remind you, this is the Southern Diaspora Land."

Oh? Chen Pingping calmed down a bit and immediately said, "You’re right. This is the Southern Diaspora Land, not Heaven Martial. We should keep a low profile."

"Exactly!" Hongxiu nodded, glanced at him, and thought to herself, The young can be taught.

However, Chen Pingping’s next sentence was, "We’ll lay low for a few months, then go out."

Hongxiu was speechless. A few months? How many months is that? Three? Or five? Does Chen Pingping really think that in eleven months, they can change the current situation of the Wuji Sect? Of the more than a thousand sect disciples, how many have reached King Tao? And how many are at Emperor Tao? They lack Divine Weapons, powerful cultivation methods, and formidable offensive capabilities. Even the slightly talented youths are severely suppressed by the environment of the Heaven Martial Continent. The only one who has made it out is Li Qi, yet he is still at the Supreme Mystery Realm.

WHOOSH!

Chen Pingping casually took out several million Spirit Stones and said to the Earth Chicken, "Go, set up some Spirit Gathering Arrays."

Hongxiu’s mouth fell open slightly.

Then, he took out a large number of high-level cultivation methods—King Tao level, Emperor Tao level—among which there were even incomplete Holy Scriptures and so on. What followed was a large pile of Emperor Tao Divine Weapons, stacked up like a mountain before them.

Hongxiu was dumbstruck.

Li Qi’s mouth hung open.

Zhuge Wushuang and Mo Wuwei both had their eyes wide open.

They knew Chen Pingping was wealthy, as he had previously produced many cultivation resources. But no one had imagined he would be *this* extravagantly rich. These were all high-level resources! What was he going to do?

Chen Pingping smiled lightly. "Announce that anyone who breaks through to the King Tao realm will be rewarded with an Emperor Tao Divine Weapon, a high-level cultivation method, and ten Tier-Eight Spirit Pills."

The crowd: "???"

"Those who break through to the Emperor Tao realm will be rewarded with Divine Skills, a complete Holy Scripture, and Tier-Nine Spirit Pills."

"Those who break through to the Lord realm will be rewarded with a complete Sacred Soldier."

His tone was even, a smile on his face, as if announcing trivialities.

But the disciples below were going crazy.

My God! High-level cultivation methods, Emperor Tao Divine Weapons, Sacred Soldiers, Holy Scriptures, Tier-Eight Spirit Pills, Tier-Nine Spirit Pills... Are we dreaming?

Everyone was astonished. This Sect Master before us... is he so wealthy it’s inhuman?

Previously, they had only heard about how powerful the Sect Master was, how invincible, and how he was known as the Wuji Sect’s most terrifying genius. But no one had realized that not only was he invincible, he was also rich beyond comprehension.

They went mad, their eyes blazing, their bodies trembling, their blood boiling as if injected with stimulants, their minds filled with all those cultivation resources.

"Sect Master, is this true?" a young man asked nervously, unsure, fearing it was all just a dream.

"Of course," Chen Pingping said with a smile.

Since they had chosen to enter the Nine Heavens, since they had chosen to be the strong shield behind Wen Yuqing, then they had to do this right.

Although he was not good at managing the sect—he didn’t know how to guide their cultivation, how to tailor teaching to each individual, or how to handle relations with the outside world. Rules, survival, development, strategic intentions, and directions—he knew nothing about any of these.

But it didn’t matter.

Chen Pingping’s thought process was simple. I have system rewards. The overall strength of the Wuji Sect might not be as powerful as a small force from the outside world, not comparable to this or that cultivation family, and we even have fewer members. We also lack heritage, supreme powerhouses, powerful Divine Weapons, and so on. Our geographic location isn’t the best either. But so what? I have system rewards. A pocket full of cultivation resources—take them all out, forcibly enhance their realms... He refused to believe that, with these things, the Wuji Sect’s overall strength wouldn’t rise.

"Master, I..." Li Qi hesitated, his gaze burning with desire.

"You’re not ready," Chen Pingping glanced over, aware of his thoughts, and said, "You must follow her to cultivate seals, arrays, and taboos until you reach Perfection. Only then will I pass on cultivation techniques to you."

Li Qi’s smile was uglier than a grimace.

"Those who have already reached the King Tao or Emperor Tao realms can come and claim their rewards at any time," Chen Pingping added.

As soon as these words were spoken, another surge of excitement erupted below.

"I’m going into seclusion."

"Wait for me."

"I’m also going into seclusion."

"Together?"

...

In just an hour, almost all of the thousand-plus Sect disciples had gone into seclusion.

Soon after, Earth Chicken set up the Spirit Gathering Arrays, and the Spirit Qi inside the City of Extinction began to grow denser.

Yet even so, Chen Pingping was still not satisfied. He said, "Could we create a Spirit Vein?"

Earth Chicken rolled its eyes. "You must be dreaming!"

Too difficult? Forget it then!

WHOOSH!

Without much thought, Chen Pingping casually threw out tens of thousands of Spiritual Medicines, ranging from Second to Ninth Tier, and commanded, "Plant these for me. I want the City of Extinction to be filled with blooming flowers."

Earth Chicken gasped. This wasn’t the first time it had witnessed Chen Pingping’s "outrageous extravagance," but it was the first time it had seen him produce so many Spiritual Medicines.

What in the world? Could he be the offspring of some Great Emperor? Could he be connected to those Big Shots?

Those who remained were shocked, breathless, staring at the mountainous pile of Spiritual Medicines, feeling a heaviness in their chests. They recalled Chen Pingping’s recent statement, "I want the City of Extinction to bloom with flowers," and the corners of their mouths twitched involuntarily. "Fill it with blooming flowers," he says, and then he uses Spiritual Medicines to do it! Good heavens! Not even an Emperor’s heir would be so profligate!

EEEK!

Mao Qiu opened its eyes, which glinted sharply.

SMACK!

Chen Pingping slapped it, glaring as he said, "I’m not letting you eat these. If you dare to try, I’ll stew you."

EEEK! It waved its tiny claws, its face a picture of grievance.

The Emperor Spirit nearby also looked this way, its eyes rolling, as if lost in thought.

"AWW, AWW, AWW! Spiritual Medicines! Mine, all mine!" Earth Chicken’s eyes were practically bulging as it stared.

"You also eat Spiritual Medicines?" Chen Pingping looked at it with disapproval.

"Human lad, don’t you slander me! I just happen to like Spiritual Medicines. Yes... that’s right. Since you’ve so sincerely asked me to help plant these, I suppose I can reluctantly assist you," Earth Chicken said, drooling as it plunged into the pile of Spiritual Medicines.

The more Chen Pingping watched, the more he felt something was off.

It was then that Hongxiu recovered from her shock. "Is your father a Great Emperor?" she asked.

"No," Chen Pingping replied.

"Your mother, then?"

"Not her either!"

"Are you perhaps the Master of some super-powerful force out on an experiential journey?"

Hongxiu paused. Could it be... that you don’t belong to this world? Her eyes widened at the thought—somewhere beyond the Nine Heavens, perhaps where those Big Shots dwelled.

Chen Pingping rolled his eyes. "I am a disciple of the Wuji Sect, a disciple of Qingfeng, mentored by Wen Yuqing. Alright, stop asking. If you want a Divine Weapon, pick one for yourself. If not, hurry up and get to your tasks."

"Is there any chance... I’m your sister?" Hongxiu asked. She didn’t believe Chen Pingping’s words. This guy definitely had a significant background. Otherwise, how could he casually produce all these things? Divine Weapons, cultivation methods, Spirit Pills, Spiritual Medicines, Spirit Stones... all in such abundance. It was as if these precious cultivation resources were like dirt in his hands, easily grabbed by the handful.

Not wanting to deal with her any longer, Chen Pingping walked away with large strides, muttering to himself, No Spirit Vein... hmm, no Spirit Vein. How can this be? He looked up towards the outskirts of the City of Extinction, an idea flashing through his mind. As a super-powerful sect, how could we not have a Spirit Vein? That’s not right.