Chapter 588 - 588: Storing the Saint Extreme Points

Once participants passed the first part, they could return to the sect to take part in the second: the arena battles.

In the end, the twelve victorious Outer Sect Disciples would be chosen to become Inner Sect Core Disciples.

After two rounds of a brutal selection process with an incredibly high elimination rate, the twelve who remained could truly be called the strongest disciples in the Outer Sect.

Those who distinguished themselves in the Inner Sect Qualification Tournament were typically Level 9 Martial Spirits who had been cultivating in the Outer Sect for many years, building their foundations. It often didn't take them long after entering the Inner Sect to break through and become Martial King Realm experts.

In fact, some of the more formidable Outer Sect Disciples were already on the verge of breaking through to the Martial King Realm.

But for the sake of the tournament and the chance to become Core Disciples, they deliberately suppressed their realms and held back from breaking through!

After hearing what Zhou Ling had to say, Chu Qingyun felt the pressure mounting.

It seemed now that the people he had encountered before—like Zheng Tianrong, and even Chen Yi and Anfu, who were stronger than him—were merely average Level 9 Martial Spirits in the Outer Sect.

The gap in power could be immense, even for those within the same realm.

The truly powerful Level 9 Martial Spirits in the Saint Extreme Sect's Outer Sect, those known as the Outer Sect Seed Disciples, wouldn't waste their time posturing as so-called "bosses."

They either focused on cultivating and breaking through to enter the Inner Sect directly.

Or, they were in secluded cultivation and undergoing training to improve their strength, waiting to claim a top spot in the Inner Sect Qualification Tournament.

People like Zheng Tianrong, on the other hand, were often those who couldn't break through to the Martial King Realm and had no hope of succeeding in the tournament. It was as if they had, to some extent, given up on themselves.

After leaving the Outer Sect Trading District, Chu Qingyun's group of three prepared to part ways with Zhou Ling.

Just then, he suddenly thought of something. "Oh, right. Zhou Ling, there's a favor I need to ask of you."

"What is it?" Zhou Ling asked.

Chu Qingyun hesitated for a moment before saying, "Before I participate in the Inner Sect Qualification Tournament, I'd like to entrust the Saint Extreme Points in my sect Token to you for safekeeping."

A look of surprise appeared on Zhou Ling's face when she heard this.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was standing nearby, was also stunned.

They both knew that Chu Qingyun's sect Token held over ninety thousand Saint Extreme Points—a fortune large enough to tempt even an Outer Sect Elder like Elder Huang!

And now he was proposing to entrust all those Saint Extreme Points to Zhou Ling!

After all, there was no guarantee in a transaction like this.

"Chu Qingyun, you're just going to trust me with over ninety thousand Saint Extreme Points?" Zhou Ling asked teasingly after a moment of shock. "Aren't you afraid I'll just keep them?"

"I trust you," Chu Qingyun said. "And with your background, I imagine you're not exactly short on Saint Extreme Points."

Zhou Ling was Zhou Qian's granddaughter.

As the Dean of the Pill Institute and one of the most renowned Royal-grade Alchemists in the entire Northern Domain, Zhou Qian was incredibly influential. Therefore, Zhou Ling would certainly not be lacking for Saint Extreme Points.

Besides, his points would be safe with her. Even if people found out, no one would dare to try and take them from her.

Hearing this, however, Zhou Ling rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Do you have to be so blunt? You could have just said you trust me and left it at that…"

In the end, Zhou Ling didn't refuse him.

Safeguarding Chu Qingyun's Saint Extreme Points might have been a risky affair for someone else, but for her, it was a trivial matter.

Chu Qingyun had 94,920 Saint Extreme Points left in his sect Token. He kept the odd amount of 2,920 points for his own use before the tournament and transferred a round 92,000 Saint Extreme Points into Zhou Ling's sect Token.

While transferring the points, Chu Qingyun noticed that Zhou Ling's Token already contained over four thousand Saint Extreme Points.

He didn't even have to ask to know that these Saint Extreme Points must have been a gift from Zhou Qian. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for her, a Celestial Spirit Realm cultivator, to earn so many—even as an Alchemist.

At this, Chu Qingyun and Mu Xiaoxiao could only shake their heads in wry resignation.

The Saint Extreme Points that thousands of Outer and Inner Sect Disciples fought tooth and nail for were, to Zhou Ling, probably nothing more than a number…

The transfer of Saint Extreme Points was complete.

Seeing the number of Saint Extreme Points on her Token skyrocket, a smile spread across Zhou Ling's face. "Alright, Chu Qingyun, I'm off. Try not to die in the tournament—otherwise, all these points are mine."

After taking a few steps, Zhou Ling seemed to remember something else. She turned back and said, "Oh, right. Chu Qingyun, from what I know, that Cai Mao isn't a very magnanimous person. You'd best be careful around him."

"Right. Thanks for the warning."

Chu Qingyun took note of her warning, but he felt no regret about so-called "offending" Cai Mao and his group earlier today.

If he always backed down and chose to take the loss, he could certainly avoid trouble.

'But the Martial Dao isn't like politics or business. Constantly yielding and being pushed around might keep me safe for a while, but over time, it'll dull my edge and condemn me to mediocrity. When true danger finally arrives, I won't have the strength to protect myself.'

Therefore, whether it was "offending" Zheng Tianrong's group in the past or "offending" Cai Mao's group now, Chu Qingyun had no regrets.

Pressure was what gave him the motivation to move forward.

After parting ways with Zhou Ling, Chu Qingyun and his companions returned to the Outer Sect and headed for the registration area for the Inner Sect Qualification Tournament.

A few Inner Sect Disciples were in charge of registration.

They were naturally surprised to see a mere Level 7 Martial Spirit like Chu Qingyun wanting to register. Fulfilling their duty, they tried to talk him out of it.

However, after Chu Qingyun insisted, they shrugged it off and completed his registration.

After all, the rules stated that the tournament was open to all Outer Sect Disciples. It was just that, in practice, nearly everyone who signed up was a Level 9 Martial Spirit, or at the very least, a Level 8 Martial Spirit.

When they learned his name was Chu Qingyun, they were even more astonished and couldn't help but stare at him for a few extra moments.

After registering, Chu Qingyun went straight to the Saint Extreme Tower.

With less than half a month until the Inner Sect Qualification Tournament and no shortage of Saint Extreme Points, Chu Qingyun planned to spend the remaining time on the seventh floor of the Saint Extreme Tower.

The seventh floor of the Saint Extreme Tower was as quiet and deserted as ever; it seemed no one was there.

Chu Qingyun casually chose a cultivation chamber, closed the door behind him, and placed his sect Token into the slot on the wall.

Soon, that unique, special aura, found only within the Saint Extreme Tower, once again filled the entire cultivation chamber.

And as this aura surged, Chu Qingyun once again felt it—something from above the seventh floor of the Saint Extreme Tower, faintly calling out to him.