Death... and me

Once the second and third place was decided, the Saint Realm cultivators looked at Rean with dark expressions. "How did you do that?"

Rean smiled before extending his fingers. Soon after, his body completely disappeared from everyone's eyes! However, his voice still came from the location where he was sitting, telling them, "You guys paid so much attention to each other that you failed to keep your Divine Senses fully spread."

As soon as Rean said Divine Sense, those cultivators used it, and sure enough, they could see Rean with it. It's just that to their eyes alone, it looked like the chair was empty.

Rean then reappeared as he continued, "I basically used the gaps in your Divine Senses to pass through as fast as I could. I'm quite surprised it worked this easily. After all, I'm just in the Middle Stage of the Soul Transformation Realm. If you guys didn't focus on holding each other back, I couldn't possibly be faster than you all. At most, I would match the speed of the slowest ones of your group. It wasn't I who won. It was all of you who let me win."

Of course, Rean was lying! He didn't use any gaps in their Divine Senses whatsoever. It was his Divine Sense bending skill that made it possible for him to pass through without anyone noticing. However...who said he had to reveal his cards now? Let others think it was their mistake, not his. The only truth in his words was that he was indeed not the fastest one there. Were those guys to go all out with speed alone from the very start, Rean wouldn't have won. After all, he did fall behind on purpose at the start. In a certain way, Rean had gambled that they would hold each other back while he hid away.

"Fuck!"

"Despicable!"

"This isn't fair!"

The elder responsible for the test narrowed his eyes after hearing all their complaints. "This isn't fair?" His voice caught everyone's attention. "Since when was the assembly fair? This test alone has both Soul Transformation and Saint Realm participants! Do you think your cultivation is fair to those from very small powers?"

He then pointed at Rean as he continued, "Despicable? Yes, definitely!" Rean's mouth twitched in response, but he didn't say anything as the elder hadn't finished his words yet. "However, he's still a cultivator at the Middle Stage of the Soul Transformation Realm. If he was there on the front, running with you all, would you simply let him stay? Don't tell me you wouldn't focus him before anyone else. He's definitely the easiest target to get rid of first."

The elder then snorted. "Hmph! Cultivators complaining about fairness. What a joke! Don't blame him for being despicable just because you can't be as despicable as him. If you could, would you complain once you got the first place?"

"Ahem..." Rean couldn't help but comment. "Can we not use the word despicable? This was a proper and very effective strategy."

"Alright then, everyone out." The elder and the other cultivators completely ignored Rean's words. In the end, they simply felt he was despicable as his sect already got two Divine Veins. Now they got the third one! It didn't matter what he said. They simply couldn't accept it.

In the watching room where the leaders and elders were watching, Kayla was at a loss for words. Rean won another Divine Vein. It was a Bronze-level one, but a Divine Vein nonetheless. The third one! Instead of feeling happy, she began to wonder if the other powers would wipe her sect out to get her Divine Veins. 'They might get so angry that even the Royal Family's rules might not stop them.'

Of course, that was just her overthinking. The top powers usually got their own Divine Veins. The really wealthy ones could even buy one of them. They wouldn't be idiotic enough to condemn their forces just because they didn't get a Divine Vein. Besides, they still had their own from past assemblies. After all, the Divine Veins last 500 years each. But one thing was correct... they were jealous of all the Divine Veins her Lukimira Sect got. As wealthy as some of them might be, Divine Veins were still extremely expensive. Let alone the average and small powers who couldn't even dream about buying one.

Fabio, who brought everyone out of the Speed Test room, called everyone's attention. "Alright, let's continue. It's not like the Lukimira Sect got the majority of the Divine Veins, so don't stare at them too much." He was right. More than 12 have been distributed already, and Lukimira got only three. It's just that the powers who got the others got only one.

Trinio even distanced himself from Rean, afraid that others might target him as well. Kalau, on the other hand, was part of the Lukimira sect, just like Wamil and the others. So they had to bear with everyone's death glares. Rean and Roan, who could see the red color of killing intent, were having it worse. "Hehehe! They love us!"

Wamil's mouth twitched in response. "I would rather live without this much love."

The Speed Test room's spatial door disappeared and was quickly replaced by the next test one. "The next contest is stealth! Ambushes, scouting, hiding, running. Cultivators often have to deal with these kinds of situations. Naturally, the stealthier you are, the better you will be at these moments. This next test will check just how good you are at it."

Roan then opened his eyes and got up. Without saying anything, he made his way to the spatial door.

The other cultivators who were going to take part in this test immediately noticed the black-haired twin's presence. 'Fuck! It can't be that they're good at this as well, right?'

As for the elders watching it through the illusory formation, the only question in their heads now was something else. 'Can it be that they can get their fourth Divine Vein?' They had a bad feeling when they looked at Roan. Somehow, Roan gave them the feeling that this kind of test was the thing he excelled in the most....and they were right! The problem was whether he was better than the others or not.