220: Quota

Above the Rain God Continent!

"Look quickly, the two from the Dao Seeking Sect are here again."

"Damn it, this time I have to bet on Li Pingan winning no matter what! Last time he killed a Nascent Soul Eighth Layer Yao Race beast with one punch, making me lose everything!"

"These two... which one of them is the Prodigy?"

"Why can the gap between people be so huge?"

The stands were bustling with people, and discussions rose and fell.

Some people even secretly cupped their hands toward the two figures on the Arena Stage, bowing devoutly, likely planning to go all-in on them.

The bookmakers naturally also had shills trying to stir up the emotions of the two.

They wanted to see if they could seize the Opportunity to make a fortune.

But unfortunately... Ye Hao and the other person were not like that woman from the Red Immortal Pavilion, easily manipulated.

On the Arena Stage, Ye Hao held a long sword, facing a Nascent Soul Second Layer Yao Race Prodigy, while Li Pingan stood outside the stands helping to hold the line.

After several days of fighting, the application of various Divine Abilities had indeed become much more proficient. The Yao Race on the Arena Stage came with a murderous Aura, making the results far superior to sparring practice.

Boom!

Massive Spiritual Qi collided violently, and the resulting ripples fiercely smashed against the Arena Stage's protective Formation, creating layers of light patterns.

In the shadows, a figure quietly emerged—it was Daoist Yuan Che.

He squinted, staring at the Arena Stage, raised his hand, and summoned an Elder responsible for order, saying gravely, "After their match, politely invite them to the Demon Suppressing Tower."

"Sir, if they are unwilling to come, how should we handle it?"

Daoist Yuan Che's eyes darkened slightly: "Then grant them two quotas for the ten thousand demon blood quenching pool."

"The ten thousand demon blood quenching pool?!" The Elder was stunned, his face full of shock. After a moment of hesitation, he spoke, "But Sir, those five quotas were already decided. Making such a last-minute change, the other Elders in the Tower might be dissatisfied."

"If they are changed arbitrarily, the Elders in the Tower will certainly be dissatisfied."

"Dissatisfied?" Daoist Yuan Che coldly rebuked, "The ten thousand demon blood quenching pool should rightfully belong to the capable! Are those five pieces of trash who got quotas through Family connections even worthy of complaint?"

"If they are truly unconvinced, drag them onto the Arena Stage and fight to determine the victor!"

The Elder glanced at the figures currently fighting on the Arena Stage.

This... how would they fight? Would they even stand a chance?

Taking a deep breath, the Elder cupped his hands and bowed: "This subordinate understands." Just as he was about to turn and leave, Daoist Yuan Che called out to him.

"Remember!" the Daoist's voice was slow and deep, carrying unquestionable authority, "You must invite them politely."

As his voice fell, a heaven-shaking roar suddenly erupted on the Arena Stage!

Ye Hao's form was like a sword, transforming into a streak of light traversing through the Demonic Qi.

The long sword in his hand suddenly shone with brilliant blue light. The sword momentum, wrapped in fierce Sword Intent, faintly carried the power to tear the Void Realm. That Nascent Soul Second Layer Yao Race roared, trying to resist this thunderous strike, but then Ye Hao flipped his wrist, the sword light suddenly accelerated, like the Milky Way pouring down, slashing straight down!

Pfft!

Where the sword light passed, blood splattered. The Yao Race's head fell to the ground with a thud, rolling onto the Arena Stage.

Ye Hao reached out and sucked the Demonic Core, which contained pure Demonic Power, into his palm, casually placing it into his Storage Pouch.

The light patterns of the Arena Stage Formation slowly receded, and the stands instantly erupted in thunderous cheers, the shouts echoing through the sky. The Cultivators who won their bets yelled in ecstasy, drawing envy from all around.

After returning to the stands, Li Pingan took out a Medicinal Pill for recovering Spiritual Qi and handed it to Ye Hao.

This was what they had temporarily stayed in the Lesser Exquisite Grotto-Heaven with those enthusiastic Fellow Daoists, and it was also what Chen Xuan distributed to several Disciples.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!"

Li Pingan saw him put away the Medicinal Pill without taking it, and asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to eat it?"

Ye Hao smiled, "Senior Brother, for this type of Medicinal Pill, one less is consumed for every one eaten. We should save them."

"Given Revered Master's temperament, all the Medicinal Pills the Sect uses in the future will definitely be supplied by Junior Sister's Nine Heavens Pill Rhyme Hall."

When Li Pingan heard those five words, it seemed to stir up some bad memories in his heart, and he closed his mouth, saying no more.

Just then, an elegant middle-aged man with a scholarly demeanor quickly walked over, his face plastered with a polite smile. He cupped his hands toward the two and said, "Daoist Friend Ye, Fellow Daoist Li, congratulations on winning another match."

"Thanks to you two, the spectators at this Arena Stage are increasing day by day."

Ye Hao was momentarily stunned, then immediately recognized the man's identity: one of the Elders responsible for maintaining order at the Arena Stage, a person from the Demon Suppressing Tower.

"Greetings, Senior!"

The two briefly cupped their hands in greeting.

The Elder made a calming gesture twice and began to get to the point: "My Tower Master greatly appreciates your talents and specifically ordered me to come and invite you, requesting that you move to the Demon Suppressing Tower for a discussion."

Ye Hao's brow twitched slightly. Had they finally alarmed the people of the Demon Suppressing Tower?

He refused calmly: "Thank you for the Tower Master's kindness. However, my Senior Brother and I came down the mountain purely for tempering and cultivation, and we have no intention of joining any force. We hope the Elder can understand."

The Elder was prepared and quickly added, "Fellow Daoist, you misunderstand. My superior has no intention of recruiting you; he purely cherishes talent and wishes to make your acquaintance. Furthermore, he has specially prepared a small gift for the two of you."

"A small gift?"

Ye Hao's eyebrows slightly rose, and a trace of confusion flashed across Li Pingan's dark face.

Seeing this, the Elder laughed heartily, "Have the two of you ever heard the name 'ten thousand demon blood quenching pool'?"

This... Li Pingan truly hadn't heard what that thing was, but a trace of surprise flashed in Ye Hao's eyes.

"Senior, please elaborate," Ye Hao said, cupping his hands.

The Elder quickly explained in detail: "This pool is refined from ten thousand years of demonic blood, supplemented and nurtured by hundreds of Heaven And Earth Treasure.

Cultivators who enter to Body Temper their physique can cleanse their marrow and veins, solidify their Physical Body Foundation, and even purify the cultivation Impurities within their body. Even if they encounter a cultivation base Bottleneck, they can achieve twice the result with half the effort and gain comprehensive understanding. For Cultivators of any Dao path, this is a Heaven-Defying Opportunity. Ordinary people would struggle to obtain a single quota, even spending ten thousand gold."

His gaze turned to Li Pingan, who had dark skin and a tall, straight figure, and his smile deepened: "Especially for a Body Refining Cultivator like Fellow Daoist, soaking in the pool for just three days can elevate your Physical Body strength by another layer, far surpassing the effort of several years of ordinary grinding. The benefits are endless."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Hao and Li Pingan exchanged glances, both seeing unconcealed surprise in the other's eyes.

The temptation of the ten thousand demon blood quenching pool was indeed significant, especially for Li Pingan.

The Martial Dao path is inherently difficult. Apart from boring, daily grinding, there are few Opportunities that can increase one's strength.

One must either encounter a hard-to-find Divine Pill for Body Tempering, or find naturally formed desperate situations like Thunder Marshes, Flame Caves, or Extreme Cold Ice Chasms for Body Forging. Or perhaps obtain the essence blood of Exotic Beasts containing Grandmist Qi and blood, or break into a Body Forging Secret Realm left behind by ancient Martial Cultivators.

In contrast, the path of Cultivators has far more Opportunities. The Spiritual Fruits consumed daily, the Spirit Stones refined, the ancient Immortal Caves and Legacy Secret Realms encountered, or even the tamed Spirit Pets and gifted Lifebound Treasures—all can aid cultivation.

Compared to this, the quota for the ten thousand demon blood quenching pool was a rare Opportunity for Li Pingan, one that was hard to come by.

Ye Hao slowly nodded: "Since that is the case, we will trouble the Tower Master. Senior, please lead the way."