Volume Three: Rising Fame - Chapter 103: The Ultimate Land 3

"Zero points, you really are pathetic!"

The leader of the youths casually tossed the token away, and the person he mocked had no choice but to pick it up from the ground. Although a flash of humiliation crossed his eyes, the moment he looked up and saw Qimo Junming still monitoring the situation, he had to bury his resentment and grievance deep in his heart.

Qimo Jun knew full well what this person was thinking, but he couldn't care less. As the man walked past him, he viciously kicked him in the back.

*Bang!*

Sending the man stumbling forward to the ground in a thoroughly humiliating posture, Qimo Jun remained unconcerned. Instead, with a beaming smile, he chided, "If you don't even have any points, don't play dead. It's already a favor letting you pass, yet you're still dawdling!"

"You!"

That person didn't dare utter a single word and merely scrambled up in haste. Amidst the jeers and laughter of the onlookers, he kept his head down and ran frantically toward the pillar of light at the altar.

"Next, next!" Qimo Jun shouted. Seeing that the next person in line was a woman, a flash of greed crossed his eyes. Although he didn't dare to step out of line or cause too much trouble under the current circumstances, he still took plenty of liberties and harassed her thoroughly.

One after another, the process moved at an extremely fast pace.

Once these people had more or less of their points deducted, they were not allowed to linger here; instead, they were driven away and forced to teleport directly to the final destination.

"Brother!"

After Qimo Jun and three others in the team had presented all the collected points for Qimo Junming's inspection, the three of them stepped forward to deduct their respective shares of the points and delivered them to the fifth-grade cultivators positioned at the other directions of the pillar of light.

This was one of the rules established by the alliance of the four.

The points were divided uniformly. Whatever total was obtained would be split into four equal portions and then delivered directly into each person's hands.

With the four of them keeping each other in check, no single individual could arbitrarily take charge and monopolize all the points. This was precisely why the four of them could form an alliance with peace of mind—because keeping the points in one's own hands was the safest option.

...

"Who goes there?!" Qimo Jun noticed another group emerging from the woods. There were quite a few of them, numbering around ten. He quickly stepped forward and barked, "Halt!"

"Who do you think you are?"

Someone in that group immediately snapped back.

The moment Qimo Jun saw this attitude, he understood completely. These were definitely greenhorns who had rushed over in a hurry, blundering into the situation without even figuring out what was going on.

It wasn't just once or twice that they had encountered such people during this period.

Many people, upon receiving the news that they needed to leave, had rushed over in a fluster and a panic; there were even a few who had arrived while the night was still pitch black!

Of course, facing a situation presided over by four fifth-grade cultivators, the earlier they arrived, the faster their points would vanish!

"I won't repeat myself. Line up voluntarily and transfer half your points to me!" Qimo Jun said with an icy voice. "Otherwise, it won't just be half later on!"

As he spoke, more than thirty people swarmed up from all sides, every single one of them releasing the cultivation fluctuations of the sixth rank, attempting to pressure these oblivious newcomers into obediently handing over their points.

This wasn't the first time they had used this tactic. When dealing with people of lower cultivation, the fifth-grade cultivators didn't even need to make a move—these people alone were enough to suppress the situation.

*Boom!*

Unfortunately, the sheep they were trying to pressure this time turned out to be a dormant tiger!

Filled with righteous indignation, Xing Chengping waved a hand and directly struck Qimo Jun, who was standing in the middle of the crowd.

"Pfft! Ugh!"

Terror flashed in Qimo Jun's eyes as a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the ground. The only thought running through his mind was: *Is this guy out of his mind? A fifth-grade cultivator standing at the very back? And acting this weak?*

Before he could process the string of question marks flashing in his mind or find an opportunity to say anything more, several people standing beside him were sent flying along the exact same arc.

A fifth-grade cultivator striking with full force against a group of unprepared sixth-grade cultivators was like a fierce tiger leaping into a flock of sheep—there was not a single match for him!

However, Xing Chengping did not get to run amok for long, as Qimo Junming had already rushed over, engaging him in a flurry of successive blows.

*Boom!*

Ying Sihan also charged into the fray. The two of them joining forces immediately gained the upper hand, especially since both were elite descendants hailing from major clans. Although Xing Chengping was also of the fifth grade, he fell far short in terms of accumulated foundation.

Within just a few moves, signs of defeat were already showing on him.

"Chengping!" Wen Xiangxuan also leaped out from the crowd, successfully neutralizing their declining momentum.

"Two fifth-grade cultivators?!"

Seeing yet another fifth-grade cultivator appear, both Qimo Junming and Ying Sihan stopped their attacks and stood in a standoff against the pair.

Had they known beforehand that this team of fewer than ten people would contain two fifth-grade cultivators, they definitely would not have made a move. Instead, they would have avoided conflict and let these people pass straight through!

"Humph!" Qimo Junming glanced back. The sight of Qimo Jun lying heavily injured on the ground made the expression in his eyes grow considerably gloomier.

"Don't let your emotions cloud your judgment. Let them pass," Ying Sihan said in a low voice, knowing full well that the two were blood brothers.

Qimo Junming swept his gaze across Ying Sihan's face before finally speaking after a long moment, "I know the gravity of the situation!"

"No discord, no concord. Since you wish to enter the final destination, go on ahead!"

Watching the two converse, Qimo Junming gave a hand gesture, and all his subordinates below cleared a path.

"This..." Xing Chengping looked somewhat hesitant as he glanced toward Wen Xiangxuan.

The latter's alluring eyes swept toward the rear, seeming to sense the presence of the other two fifth-grade cultivators. A trace of wariness flickered in her eyes, and she nodded, "Let's listen to them. Harmony brings wealth. Make some room and let us through!"

Qimo Jun was pulled up by someone nearby. As he watched these people walk past him, resentment flared in his eyes, but he dared not say another word.

He understood that certain clauses had been explicitly agreed upon when the alliance was formed. The most crucial one was: to cope with the unknown situations in the final destination, any team led by fifth-grade cultivators was to be allowed passage directly!

"Huh?!" Qimo Jun's expression changed abruptly.

Just as that fiery-tempered woman was passing by, her body swayed slightly, causing the token at her waist to flip out. Although it was only for a fraction of a second, and the token was quickly flipped back over, it had been seen clearly.

"Stop right there!" Qimo Jun shouted, excitement flashing in his eyes.

"What? You want to start something?!" Wen Xiangxuan glared angrily at Qimo Jun, who had raised the commotion.

"What are you doing?" Qimo Junming also reprimanded him.

"Brother, points! So many points!" Qimo Jun shrank his neck slightly under Qimo Junming's angry glare, still rather terrified of his older brother. "Really, I just saw it! At least a hundred points!"

As soon as these words were uttered, even Ying Sihan couldn't help asking, "Really?"

"You guys chat among yourselves; we're leaving first!"

Wen Xiangxuan subconsciously shoved the token back into her waist, and this nervous little action did not go unnoticed.

Ying Sihan and Qimo Junming exchanged glances.

"Hold on!" Qimo Junming said slowly.

Not only that, but Guan Hongyi and Liangqiu Bin, who had been stationed by the altar's pillar of light, unleashed their spiritual domains and pressed forward in unison.

Clearly, they had all heard about these points and could no longer sit still!