Although Xuan Ci had condensed Demon Cores again—and seven of them, no less—each one was only at the Golden Core Realm. Even with his formidable Mental Power, his strength was only around the Nascent Soul Realm. With that level of strength, he had no hope of competing in the Cultivator Assembly, let alone the Tribulation Crossing competition, where experts gathered. Thinking of this, Ling Tian sighed.
"Brother Ling Tian, I'm already lucky to be alive, and being able to condense my Demon Cores again is an even greater blessing. How could I still hope to compete?" Though Xuan Ci said this, there was a faint trace of disappointment in his eyes. As if recalling something, he said gravely, "Pavilion Master, Heavenly Sha was right today. We Mysterious Spirit Bees have been silent for too long. Outsiders don't even know we exist anymore. I think that from now on, we Mysterious Spirit Bees should also work for Lingxiao Pavilion and carry out assassination missions."
After glancing at Old Man Ling, Ling Tian hesitated. It wasn't that he disagreed with Xuan Ci. It was just that the Mysterious Spirit Bees were too weak at present. Even the strongest among them, Xuan Ning and Xuan Lei, were only barely at the Mahayana Stage. That level of cultivation meant little even among mid-sized forces, much less the major powers.
As if he could read Ling Tian's thoughts, Old Man Ling spoke up. "Young fellow, that's a good idea. Every major power has forces of its own hidden in the shadows. But your cultivation is still too low. At the very least, you need to reach the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Only then will you have some ability to protect yourselves. After all, Lingxiao Pavilion's enemies are all powerful. We don't want you going off to