Nearly two hundred Spirit Severing stage cultivators were present. All of them now looked at the dozen or so people who had intended to contend for Cave Dwelling No. 3000, schadenfreude flickering in their eyes.
They were all quick-witted enough to know that the young cultivator before them was certainly not making empty threats.
He had defeated the middle-aged man surnamed Wang and the old man surnamed Ming in the space of a breath, emerging completely unscathed and looking utterly at ease. Faced with someone of such strength, none of them dared underestimate him in the slightest anymore.
He asked three times in succession, but not one of those dozen or so cultivators stepped forward.
They were no fools. Knowing that the young cultivator's methods were unfathomable, and that he might already have decided to deal them a ruthless blow, who would dare court disaster?
"Since no one wishes to challenge you, fellow Daoist, Cave Dwelling No. 3000 is yours to use for twenty years. After twenty years, the cave dwelling restriction will teleport you out. The token in your possession will then become useless, and you will no longer be able to enter."
Seeing that no one stepped forward, the cultivator presiding over the contests presented Fang Liang with a restriction token as he spoke.
Fang Liang nodded and returned the token used for the contest. Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he left the valley, whose location he did not know, and teleported back to Dragon Seeing Valley.
Qin Fengming did not ask how Fang Liang had won the cave dwelling.
With Fang Liang's abilities, supplemented by the ghostly souls within the Myriad Souls Tower, there was nothing to worry about in a contest of this sort.
"Hmm? Where is this? Why is there such a solitary mountain here?"