Chapter 131: The Spirit Hub System
After his anguished cries, Luo Yi, having learned from his bitter experience, decided to drastically alter his plans and accelerate his progress; his original preparations had been far too conservative.
Moreover, this incident had sounded a warning bell for him: the advantage of rebirth wasn't as great as he'd imagined! In his previous life, having merely been in the middle to lower strata of the entire pyramid, there were many core things he simply couldn't access. And among those he did access, the principles he could truly remember and the things he could actually implement were few and far between. If he couldn't transform all of this into fuel for his progress, then in another ten or eight years, he might just fade into obscurity among the masses.
Having made up his mind, he decided to upload a foundational cultivation method called the Spirit Gathering Art to the Contribution Point System to monetize it, lest someone else develop something similar at any moment.
The Spirit Gathering Art was a foundational art with zero prerequisites, a basic technique that could slightly enhance the efficiency of spirit qi absorption. In the era before his rebirth, it was already common knowledge understood by everyone.
After all, Luo Yi wasn't a fool. Universal burst-type combat spells that could potentially aid his opponents in the competition, he naturally wouldn't make public at this sensitive time; at the very least, he'd wait until after the competition concluded. Releasing these techniques now would undoubtedly have a massive impact on his performance in the competition, so his combat techniques would remain his trump cards, hidden away.
"I'll use this competition as a springboard to enter the core circle of Martial Edict compilation. According to the history books, those who distinguish themselves in this profoundly significant competition will be invited to participate in the Martial Edict's compilation, eventually creating a behemoth capable of rivalling the Spirit Hub System."
"It's a pity the Xuanhuang Fruit won't arrive until after the competition. Otherwise, with one more ability, I'd be even more confident in overpowering everyone. Then, during the compilation project, I'd unveil the martial arts philosophy from my memories, prematurely igniting this revolution in cultivation directions. This would grant me immense prestige, and combined with my considerable strength, I'd leap to become the head of a path!" Luo Yi clenched his fist, brimming with confidence.
"Spirit Gathering Art?" Bai Mo sat before his computer, meticulously scrutinizing the cultivation method. Though only a few hundred words long, its content was anything but simple.
He, who spent his days figuring out how to increase the source and reduce the outflow of spirit energy within his body, would periodically search for keywords within the Contribution Point System and refresh the listings.
"Every word in it seems like a gem. It's clearly been refined multiple times, unlike my Spirit Shield Art, which was just a rough draft. Capable individuals truly are everywhere; someone has developed such a complete technique so quickly."
"Ultimately, I'm not the only one progressing in this world. If I can't maintain high-speed advancement, eventually, some brilliant, emergent genius will catch up. The gap between people is often wider than that between humans and dogs. This era has only just begun; everything has been overturned and rebuilt. The cumulative effects are still very weak, far from the point of social stratification."
"The uploader is Luo Yi again. He's successively produced two rather impressive research results. Coupled with my special notice, I estimate the old geezers will consider fast-tracking him into the research institute. Judging by his research direction, his combat power is definitely not to be underestimated. They, who love to create balance and equilibrium, will likely foster him to counteract me. My authority is too great; they've always been afraid."
"Anyway, whatever. If he gets in my way, I'll just deal with him directly. What's needed now is to first make the final preparations for this grand feast."
"Only two days left until registration closes! To encourage more people to participate in this Ability User Martial Arts Tournament, the tournament sponsors have decided to add another bonus of up to five hundred thousand Contribution Points in total! Prizes will be awarded all the way down to the five-thousandth place!"
Two days before registration ended, this announcement suddenly appeared on various major websites. It once again stirred up the already subdued greed of many. Many who had initially felt their chances of winning a prize were slim, upon seeing the prize ranks extended to five thousand, felt they could give it a shot. At the very least, making it into the top five thousand would net them a reward of one hundred Contribution Points, equivalent to a normal person's quota for ten months. Especially as more and more items became redeemable within the system, Contribution Points would only become more valuable.
"Increasing the prize money again and again to attract participants, what exactly are you after?" After reading the report, Cheng Mu didn't call Bai Mo to ask. He knew well that the other party definitely had a plan, and asking directly wouldn't yield results. But it certainly wasn't just because he wanted to see a grand competition that he'd throw away so much money.
"Everyone, be aware: it's time for the harvest." Bai Mo instantly teleported to the first basement level, sending a telepathic message to the group of vampires who were cultivating.
"Why should we be crops, to be harvested by you?! Brothers, let's rebel against this bastard! He's just a pretty boy." The vampires, who had calculated the time and knew Bai Mo would come to harvest today, launched a sneak attack the moment he appeared. Bai Mo, who had long known everything through his divine sense, appeared completely unconcerned.
"He's just a pretty boy, what's he pretending to be a big shot for? I've dealt with plenty of these in prison! Heh heh heh!"
As they were already death row convicts, each with several lives on their hands, they naturally had no fear of this scholarly-looking young man before them. Having been under information blockade for years, their understanding of the outside world was still too limited. Only three old vampires, who had long witnessed the terror of the man before them, remained rooted to their spots.
"Too slow." Before his main body even finished speaking, his avatar had already used its sword to sever the heads of all the vampires present, once.
"What are you, anyway?!" He stomped on the head that had fallen before him, crushing it. "A bunch of death row convicts, letting you live is already a blessing."
Under the effect of the vampires' liquefaction ability, the scattered blood quickly reformed into heads.
Although they had reformed, everyone present was already awestruck by the sword's inconceivable speed. They were far from being like Ou Gao La Si back then, able to completely ignore physical attacks. If this sword, which they couldn't even react to, were to sweep back and forth a few more times, they would truly die for good.
"Starting with you, take it out yourself. I don't want to use my blade again." He said, pointing his sword at the forehead of the vampire closest to him.
The vampire, coerced by the sword hovering over his head, reluctantly handed over thirty percent of the liquid gold from his body. With the first one having surrendered, the others also obediently handed over thirty percent of their cultivation gains.
"If there's a next time, while I won't waste you by killing you, I will take some time to figure out how to turn you into human centipedes. Behave yourselves. If you're unhappy, then cultivate diligently. Although any extra liquid gold produced will benefit me, at least you'll have something to look forward to." After Bai Mo finished speaking, he left the first basement level.
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