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Having grasped Yi Tianzheng's intentions, Song Changsheng was no longer so anxious. He began weighing the gains and losses, the advantages and disadvantages.

As for the terms Yi Tianzheng had offered, they were already exceedingly generous. After all, they had first seized a hold of his weakness; the fact that they had not directly held him accountable was already a gesture of respect.

Still, generous as the terms were, some matters had to be considered in advance.

This concerned a fortuitous encounter to reach the Nascent Soul Realm. The five major forces participating in the elimination tournament would surely go all out. Those once-in-a-century or once-in-a-millennium geniuses would all emerge then—the intensity of the tournament was easy to imagine.

The heroes under heaven were like crucian carp crossing a river, countless and endless. Song Changsheng would not become so arrogant as to think himself invincible beneath heaven merely because he had defeated Song Tianyuan.

There were always people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens.

If he failed to place among the top three, the reward Yi Tianzheng had promised would be greatly discounted.

Moreover, the tournament selected Golden Core Cultivators under two hundred and fifty years old. Compared to the others, he was still quite young and at a severe disadvantage in this regard. Once he stepped onto the field, it was entirely possible that he would face Mid Golden Core Cultivators. The risks involved had to be factored in as well.

"May I ask, Palace Master, roughly when will this elimination tournament be held?" What Song Changsheng lacked most right now was time. If he could have another period of time to improve himself, he could take this job with greater confidence.

"It is tentatively scheduled for fifteen years from now. This old man understands your concerns. You are indeed