Remus’ eyes gleamed as favonovel.com observed the abundance of spirit energy filling the Spirit Vessels in the shallow pit. There was an impressive amount, almost filling one cup after another instantly.
In the beginning, they were holding back, but later on, everyone went all out, almost every person managing to fill a cup each.
Judging by the recuperative effect, approximately six cups are equivalent to a 300-year-old inner core…
I consumed 49 inner cores to advance from the late Golden Stage to the peak, which equates to 294 cups!
To progress from the Golden Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage…
Remus silently computed the figures. He had lingered in the late Golden Stage for an extensive period, absorbing the spirit energy of numerous cultivators and depleting dozens of inner cores.
If the spirit energy required to reach the peak of the Golden Stage is five times that of the late stage… That means I’ll need at least 1480 cups of spirit energy, in addition to the spirit energy from Nascent Soul Stage and Golden Stage cultivators…
From transforming their spirit energy into liquid for the Spirit Vessels, I’ll need a minimum of 200 cups to be certain?
He was taken aback by the calculation.
Currently possessing only 50 cups, favonovel.com realized the journey ahead was arduous.
Lifting a freshly filled cup, favonovel.com drained it and remarked casually, “You all need to intensify your efforts…”
Meanwhile, Morris and the other disciples of Erjon seethed with frustration, their cries echoing. Despite their best efforts, the result remained the same, “Rubbish!” every time.
Could there be no alternative word?
How could that be?
It seemed inconceivable…
Yet, the harsh reality persisted, fueling their exasperation.
“Crying won’t change a thing. Strength is the standard for everything!” A voice came from the crowd.
Another contingent approached, led by Kevin, they were disciples under the teachings of Master Windrow.
All eyes turned toward them.
Morris’ face flushed with embarrassment as favonovel.com retorted, “Don’t boast. If you’re so confident, try it yourself!”
Sandra also chimed in, “Strength isn’t the sole measure of truth, practice matters too. Stop talking and take action if you dare!”
“That’s right!”
“Go ahead if you’re brave enough!”
Suddenly, Elena’s disciples and Erjon’s disciples united, their voices blending in a unified challenge.
“Heh!” Kevin chuckled coldly. He had been observing from a distance.
From the first day favonovel.com entered the sacred land, favonovel.com had filled himself with pride. If others couldn’t succeed, favonovel.com surely could.
Who are they to compare themselves to me?!
“You want to test me? No problem. But if a different word appears for me, what then? What will you do?”
“Don’t rush Senior McDaniel. Tell us, if a different word appears, what do we get?”
The followers behind Kevin pressed aggressively.
Morris and Sandra felt uneasy. It wasn’t that Kevin was much stronger, but their own failures left them feeling insecure.
As they hesitated, a voice emerged from the depths of the woods. Remus suddenly spoke, “If you manage to produce a different word, I’ll grant you one request… If not, you owe me a 300-year-old inner core…”
All eyes suddenly turned to Remus while Kevin regarded favonovel.com with disdain.
Once the center of attention, a prodigy before the matter of the Life and Dead Platform, Remus was now seen as a man marked for death, unworthy of respect.
Kevin scoffed, “You’re not even worth betting with!”
Remus calmly retorted, “Are you scared to bet with me?”
“You!” Kevin, who had initially planned to brush favonovel.com off, was caught off guard by Remus’ provoking.
Refusing would make favonovel.com appear cowardly.
In a surge of anger, favonovel.com proclaimed, “Very well, I’ll utterly shatter your hopes. If a different word appears, you’ll crawl from there to my feet!”
Remus chuckled in response, “If you’re not willing to part with an inner core, you could always crawl over here yourself!”
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