The War God Sect Elders all sneered.

Shen Kun was sneering, his eyes filled with contempt.

Bai Qianchou was also sneering; this was the most ridiculous joke he’d heard in his life.

Having high standards and seeing far, carrying great pressure? Pure nonsense—what kind of reasoning was that? The other family forces were equally curious about what the two Divine Martial Gate elders were planning.

No one knew, and no one would ever understand.

Even the two elders only spoke these words because of the Divine Martial Headmaster’s prior statements; while it sounded utterly irresponsible, there was, in fact, a certain connection.

The Divine Martial Gate elders offered no punishment, no criticism.

From this alone, everyone could see the remarkable leniency with which the Divine Martial Gate treated Lin Fei’s actions—especially noting the emphasis on valuing him.

In reality, regarding Lin Fei’s affairs, the Divine Martial Gate was in a pure ‘hands-off’ state, allowing this sheep to wander wherever it pleased, graze freely, and eventually grow strong and robust.

If the masses knew the Divine Martial Gate held such a philosophy, one could only imagine the shock! Astonishment, surprise! …….

“The King arrives.” The King’s personal appearance shifted the crowd’s focus, and the confrontation between the War God Sect and the Divine Martial Gate paused.

The King, not the Emperor.

This was because the Undying Dynasty was a minor dynasty, not yet qualified to have an Emperor; at most, a King.

This protocol was never violated, not even by medium-sized dynasties.

A vast procession appeared in the sky.

Imposing, magnificent.

The entourage condensed into streaks of light, materializing neatly upon the grand platform.

The King himself wore dazzling golden brocade robes.

Though young, he carried the aura of royalty.

This King was, in fact, a Profound King realm expert.

The square fell silent.

Many people even held their breath, looking up at their sovereign.

At the King’s arrival, families and sects of all sizes rose to greet him.

The War God Sect, the Divine Martial Gate, and the Bright Moon Palace maintained outward civility, treating the King with extreme deference; nothing seemed amiss.

Only after the King was seated did the rest resume their seats.

“This King really commands presence,” Lin Fei mused.

“He’s at the King level in strength; no wonder he can hold this position securely.” The King possessing King-level strength surprised Lin Fei slightly, as his preconception was that such a supreme figure would have less time for cultivation and rely more on surrounding experts.

Seeing the scene now, he immediately understood: the tales in novels were pure fabrication.

A King, with abundant resources, could naturally cultivate successfully with ease.

That was Lin Fei’s conclusion.

…… The King had taken his seat.

All significant figures for the day had arrived.

The finals were about to commence.

This was the customary opening for every Dynasty Selection event.

This time, once the King was seated, as the organizer prepared to announce the start, the King himself stood, facing the crowd, his imposing aura slowly unfolding.

“This generation’s Dynasty Selection has gathered numerous experts, a great fortune for our Undying Dynasty.

Therefore, this King has decided that the ten experts who qualify for the Grand Dynasty War will each earn the right to enter the Imperial Treasury and select one treasured item…” A sudden uproar echoed through the crowd.

The Imperial Treasury, as its name suggested, was the repository of the Undying Dynasty’s resources.

No one knew the extent of its treasures, only that the location was heavily guarded and utterly inaccessible.

Words spoken by the King himself—if they didn't excite people, it would be unnatural.

One treasure, chosen freely.

Even a mid-grade Spirit Treasure would vastly increase one's combat strength.

Items originating from the Royal Family were certainly not ordinary; instantly, almost everyone felt a stirring of desire.

The major and minor families were momentarily stunned; the King was incredibly generous, opening the vault to allow the top ten qualifiers to choose an item.

Such a grand gesture was beyond their capacity.

The Royal Lineage, even if not a true Imperial Family, possessed vast resources far beyond their comparison.

“Your Majesty displays such grace; our War God Sect wishes to join in the excitement.” After exchanging glances, Shen Kun and Bai Qianchou declared, “Our War God Sect offers twenty million Pure Essence Pills as the prize for first place.” The crowd was slightly shocked again by the sheer scale of the War God Sect’s offering as the first-place prize.

However, they quickly accepted the logic.

The War God Sect had brought several genius disciples this time, some whose fighting strength could even rival King-level experts.

Given their strength, the chance of securing first place was very high.

Since the victor would be their own, they had nothing to worry about—it was simply ensuring the bounty stayed within their sphere, while also gaining propaganda value.

Why not? “The War God Sect is thoughtful,” the King acknowledged.

At this moment, the Divine Martial Gate also spoke up, “Our Divine Martial Gate is willing to offer twenty million Pure Essence Pills as the prize for first place.” As mentioned previously, the Divine Martial Gate dared not fall behind.

You offer twenty million? We can match twenty million.

Who’s afraid of whom? The Divine Martial Gate is not lacking in this.

The King laughed, “Good, very good.

I suspect the first place winner of this Dynasty Selection will leave everyone breathless.” In a short span, the prize for first place—already a massive amount—had captivated everyone’s covetous gaze, rapidly escalating to thirty million.

The Bright Moon Palace had also made a contribution.

Suddenly, the multitude of disciples began clenching their fists, preparing to seize the top spot.

“First place will definitely be mine! Whoever dares stand against me will be my enemy.” “Thirty million Pure Essence Pills! If I possess these, within a few years of cultivation, I can absolutely break into the King level and become a King expert.” “Excellent, excellent! This year’s first place must be mine and mine alone.” …….

All the genius disciples regarded each other with fierce glares, as if instantly everyone had become an adversary.

Thirty million Pure Essence Pills for first place—that title was impossible to ignore.

For anyone, acquiring those thirty million meant reaching the King realm was merely a matter of time.

Excitement, anticipation… flashed continuously across the faces of the young experts.

“Impressive, truly impressive.

This King has such subtle methods,” Lin Fei thought.

“With just a few sentences, he has induced the three major sects to contribute thirty million Pure Essence Pills while simultaneously winning the adoration of the masses.

I suppose the Royal Lineage must have prepared truly formidable experts.” Thirty million Pure Essence Pills were certainly tempting to Lin Fei.

If he claimed that sum, adding the money wagered previously, it would approach a hundred million, significantly bolstering his chances in the Grand Dynasty War.

Lin Fei felt no concern regarding the immediate Dynasty Selection.

Regardless of the genius disciples, he could afford to ignore them; the gap between them was too vast.

The Grand Dynasty War, however, was entirely different.

No one knew how many dynasties would participate—it was a colossal number.

Minor dynasties, medium dynasties, major dynasties… these realms were teeming with experts, especially among the younger generation.

Lin Fei dared not assume their strength would be lacking.

The gap would be immense.

The King-level strength in minor dynasties was barely competitive in the larger domains because their cultivation often remained incomplete—a key secret.

Lin Fei never let slip an opportunity to enhance his combat effectiveness.

His eyes were filled with a knowing smile: “Thirty million Pure Essence Pills—they are perfectly prepared for me.” …….

Fifteen arenas.

Fifteen opponents.

The previous day had seen the genius disciples fight their way to qualification.

At a glance, they were uniformly at the Profound Spirit realm, the vast majority at the Great Perfection stage, with a few in the Late Profound Spirit stage.

To secure a qualification through the ring battles demonstrated how formidable their combat power was.

The spectators outside the square were also boiling with excitement.

Thirty million Pure Essence Pills—an astronomical figure that thrilled and tempted anyone who contemplated it.

For the younger generation, it fueled immense anticipation for the next Grand Dynasty War.

“Who do you think has a chance to take first place this time?” someone inquired.

“I believe it will be the Lin family’s Lin Wufa; his odds of taking first are quite high.

Few should be able to match Young Master Lin Wufa’s might.” “Lin Wufa is nothing.

I say Prince Zhou Yi from the Royal Family will definitely take first place.

Don’t forget, Prince Zhou Yi has just returned from a sect in the mountains.” “That makes sense.

It’s rumored Prince Zhou Yi is an inner disciple in a sect within a medium-sized dynasty; his strength must be unfathomable.

Perhaps he learned some high-tier martial arts, like Profound-rank techniques.” “Divine Martial Gate’s Yun Xiang also has a shot; he is recognized as the Divine Martial Gate’s top expert, the number one among the younger generation.

Taking first place shouldn't be a problem for him.” “I’m betting on that Lin Fei from the Divine Martial Gate.

Yesterday was incredible! He kicked those people off with a single foot—how many others have such flair?” “Lin Fei? He only bullies the weak.

Today, facing true experts, he’ll be quickly eliminated.” “Nonsense! He hasn’t even used his trump card, the Intent of Gold.

Wiping out ten of you would be effortless.

You’re just jealous from the sidelines.” ……..

Soon, the discussions devolved into arguments, resembling a bustling marketplace.

The ring draw began.

Lin Fei drew casually: Arena Number Seven.

Today, the arenas were all lined up sequentially across the square, clearly visible to all.

Lin Fei walked toward Arena Seven.

After yesterday's performance, he drew considerable attention; as he approached, many people flocked to that area.

Someone was faster than Lin Fei.

A bald brute shot into the air and landed on the stage with a crash, sending ripples across the barrier surrounding the ring.

Hiss~~ The crowd was dumbfounded.

This man’s strength was too immense! The rings were reinforced with runic formations to prevent true essence energy from escaping and harming the audience, yet his mere arrival caused the array to activate its defenses.

Everyone could tell this man was no ordinary fighter.

“He is a disciple of the Divine Strength Sect; his physical might is astonishing.”

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