"Thank you, senior. My name is Zhu Hui. If I am ever rewarded, I will definitely come back to find you. Until we meet again!"
After speaking, Zhu Hui tightly gripped the four bottles of pills in his hand. He could feel the burning, greedy gazes of the martial artists around him, which made him somewhat uneasy.
After all, this pill can be considered a divine pill that can break through the martial arts realm, which is equivalent to an immortal pill for them.
The crowd watched Zhu Hui's departing figure with envious, jealous, and greedy eyes, but no one really wanted to take the four bottles of pills from his hands.
Instead, they turned their attention to Yang Feng, because he definitely had a lot of pills on him.
Yang Feng's gaze swept over the pendant in his hand, which was engraved with a dragon pattern that looked lifelike and faintly shimmered with golden light.
"What a terrifying forbidden seal! It must have been created by some powerful being!"
A sense of shock flowed through his otherwise calm heart.
"That's right, this item is a celestial artifact in the universe. I never expected it to appear on your desolate and backward planet. It must be something extraordinary!"
For the first time, the chaotic voice echoed in his ears with a sense of astonishment.
A ripple flashed in Yang Feng's deep eyes. According to historical records, there were cultivators in ancient China, such as his current Qin Dynasty Qi Cultivation Technique.
Furthermore, the flaming longsword used by Emperor Yan, which he stored in his ring, was passed down from ancient times.
Even the myths and legends of China are not entirely baseless; these figures may have actually appeared on the land of this great nation.
However, the spiritual energy later dried up, and Earth became a desolate place.
"Hey, why think about so many things?"
Yang Feng shook his head slightly, turned around and walked towards the martial arts rest hall, muttering something softly.
Arriving at the dining hall, he casually ordered a bowl of beef noodles, sat down at a rectangular table, and elegantly enjoyed his meal.
"Have you heard? The martial arts competition between the North and South is finally starting tomorrow! It's said to be held every three years, and the participants are martial artists from both the South and North of China. I also heard that some martial artists from the island nation are coming to join in the fun."
"My goodness, martial artists from both the South and the North have gathered here; there must be over a thousand of them!"
"Yes, there are indeed over a thousand martial artists, but most of them are from various families and sects, with independent cultivators making up only two percent, which is very few."
"Moreover, this is only a competition for the younger generation, with an age limit of fifteen to twenty-five years old, and participants must be at least at the Yellow Rank. The conditions for participation are very strict, but the rewards for the top three are extremely generous."
The three young martial artists sitting behind Yang Feng were all dressed in black Hanfu and each carried a short sword. They were discussing the martial arts competition.
Many martial artists also turned their heads to look, listening carefully to their conversation.
"The reward for the martial arts champion seems to be three kinds of pills from the Alchemy Hall, plus a magic weapon-level longsword, and a thousand-year-old medicinal herb!"
"The reward for the runner-up in martial arts is a century-old medicinal herb, plus pills that can enhance internal strength and aid in breakthroughs."
"The reward for the martial arts third place is rather meager, just a sharp blade. It's said to be the weapon used by a former elite soldier when he was young, and it's imbued with a lot of malevolent energy. But I don't think it's very useful; it's only good for collecting."
"None of these are the most important... The most important thing is that we can go deep into this mountain, where there is said to be a Yellow-grade spiritual vein!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the expressions of the surrounding martial artists changed drastically, all of them filled with shock.
A Yellow-grade spiritual vein can nurture the strength of a martial arts family, allowing them to rise rapidly in a short period of time.
There are very few spiritual veins in the mortal world. So far, only one has been found in this mountain manor and another in the Miao region.
However, the reason why martial artists in the cultivation world are several times stronger than those in the secular world is that the cultivation world has a large number of spiritual veins and abundant spiritual energy, which makes it much faster to cultivate internal strength.
There have even been Xuan-grade spiritual veins, a single Xuan-grade spiritual vein capable of nurturing the power of an enemy nation, with hundreds of Earth-rank martial artists...
"Interesting. Looks like I'll have to participate in the competition tomorrow. Even though I've only ever dominated weaker opponents in the past, the thousand-year-old medicinal herbs and spiritual veins still hold some appeal for me."
Although Yang Feng had never seen a spiritual vein before, he could tell from the smell that it was probably a cultivation place with abundant spiritual energy, which ignited his curiosity.
After dinner, he didn't rush back to his room to rest, but instead took a leisurely stroll outside the manor.
Cultivation requires a certain mindset; having a good mindset means you've already won half the battle.
Walking on the pebbly path, the moonlight over the mountains was very clear, bathing Yang Feng and reflecting his tall and straight figure.
It was desolate and very quiet all around.
Yang Feng enjoyed the tranquility, standing still and letting the breeze blow.
"Ding! Mission acquired: Participate in the Martial Arts Tournament, win the championship, and enter the Spirit Vein Region for cultivation. Reward: 300 scrolls."
"Task difficulty: one star."
Hearing the synthesized voice in his mind, Yang Feng remained calm. Suddenly, he realized that the reason there were so many scrolls was because the difficulty level of the missions was too low.
Upon opening the task interface, Yang Feng inadvertently saw the daily tasks, and his expression immediately changed. Ever since he met Han Shilan again, it seemed as if he had forgotten about the existence of daily tasks.
He sighed and accepted a condition: he would have to do daily tasks frequently to earn more scrolls.
Otherwise, it's difficult to acquire more scrolls by relying solely on tasks assigned by the system.
"Ding! Daily mission successfully received. You will now be randomly accepting missions across the myriad universes. Due to the host's low strength, the missions will be simplified."
"1%...30%...69%...99%..."
"Simplification complete. Location: Earth, a planet in the solar system."
"Pretend to be a beautiful woman's boyfriend, cooperate with the blind date, complete the mission, and receive a five-star review from the beautiful woman to instantly obtain three thousand scrolls!"
"The host will gain all the abilities that beautiful women need in a short period of time!"