After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the East Continent Grand Competition would be suspended for one day.
This was equivalent to giving the disciples of the various sects who had entered the top thirty-two a day to recuperate.
Chu Huai Xu went to the Treasure Pavilion and sold the Level 1 Spirit Pills he had refined with the Medicine Cauldron.
He was competing while making money on the side. There was probably no one else like him.
"Speaking of which, because of the East Continent Grand Competition, the Outer Sect's demand for low-level Spirit Pills has increased as well, and their prices have risen slightly."
He had made a fortune during this period, and his mood was especially good.
In stark contrast were Geng Tianhe and the others.
The three prodigies from the other Three Great Sects had all been inexplicably scolded by their sect elders after returning.
They had been berated for being overly arrogant in their daily lives, having unsettled minds, and not working hard enough.
They were not fools. They could more or less guess that Chu Huai Xu was the culprit!
"Were the elders provoked?" the three of them thought.
However, after seeing Chu Huai Xu's performance in the previous round, they had actually begun to feel a sense of urgency and pressure as well.
"Judging from the strength he has displayed so far, it will be difficult to defeat him without using a Secret Art." All three of them had the same thought.
But the question was, We have Secret Arts. What about him?
In fact, Geng Tianhe and the others all felt that this fellow with a somewhat Fox Face was especially sinister!
Judging from his performance along the way, this could no longer be called hiding his true abilities!
Who knew how many trump cards