Arguing principles with them was useless. Once the resettlement funds were secured, quite a few experts were actually forced to compete for the slots to challenge opponents at the same level or even above their own. After all, the benefits were right there—perhaps a hundred thousand or a hundred and fifty thousand Heavenly Crystals, stones they might never earn even after exhausting half their lives. If they didn't fight now, when would they?
As I had expected, no one dared challenge the leading figures of the orthodox path, such as Supreme Taishang Mu Shu, Li Luo, and Jing Lu, or the evil cultivators Lie Hou, Cheng Che, and Mo Jiu. After all, the Great Perfection realm was entirely different from having just entered the late stage. There were distinctions in depth even within those realms. In any case, these few had long been famous, and not just anyone dared risk their lives for those three hundred thousand.
Moreover, if they lost, it wouldn't be strange for them to be beaten to death on the spot. How could these old monsters endure the humiliation of being challenged and slapped in the face by others? Anyone daring to challenge them was sure to be beaten within an inch of their lives.
Just like that, fifty Ascension-realm cultivators were selected. I distributed the resettlement funds on the spot and told the Windmist City's Immortal families who had come with us that if anyone needed their funds transferred to someone else, they could handle it for them. After all, there was no guarantee they would return, and no one dared carry so many Heavenly Crystals into danger.
Three hundred thousand Heavenly Crystals was a huge fortune even for the major sects. Some sects had sent as many as three or five people. Take Enlightened