Let You Come, and You Really Did?

As the old voice faded, a commotion immediately arose on the enormous Reception Platform.

"Can only those who ultimately reach Level Four stay?"

The countless young men and women gazed fervently at the huge white jade stele in the center of the platform and surged toward it.

Most of them had ordinary Level One quotas, and even the Level Three seed quotas had yet to appear.

Bing Tianxiao hid at the back of the crowd, both hands tucked into his sleeves, looking as though he was terribly frightened.

Yet inwardly, he rapidly calculated, More than a hundred thousand people, four Northern Cang Realms. Hopefully Luo Li is in this Northern Cang Realm.

But... snatching Marked Spirit Energy? Isn't this encouraging everyone to become bandits? I like it.

He followed the flow of people and edged his way to the front of the stele.

"Look! That's actually a Level Three mark! It's a seed quota!"

A cry of surprise came from the front. A burly man with a broad back and thick waist had pressed his hand against the stele, and a bright "3" appeared on his forehead as he looked down at everyone around him with an air of arrogance.

It was Bing Tianxiao's turn.

He extended his hand with a conflicted expression, his fingertip lightly touching the cold stele.

Buzz!

The stele shook violently, and an astonishing golden light suddenly shot into the sky without warning.

The light was so brilliant that it instantly overwhelmed all the Level One and Level Three marks around it.

The golden light contracted, and a huge, condensed golden "5" was firmly imprinted at the center of Bing Tianxiao's forehead.

Level Five! A Core Quota!

The originally noisy Reception Platform instantly fell deathly silent.

"Level Five? Is that... a Core Quota?"

"Who is this guy? He looks like a pretty boy, but he actually has a Level Five mark?"

"Could he be one of those King Slayers from the Spirit Road?"

"..."

Countless greedy, envious, and scrutinizing gazes stabbed toward Bing Tianxiao in unison.

Bing Tianxiao felt his forehead grow slightly warm and retreated with a look of panic.

"Is this stele broken? It must be broken! How could someone like me possibly be Level Five? Everyone, calm down. Something must have gone wrong. Don't take it seriously, definitely don't take it seriously!"

As he spoke, he tried to sneak toward the edge of the platform.

"Stop!"

A sharp shout rang out. It was Zhao Dahu, the owner of the Level Three mark from earlier.

He strode across the path with several lackeys and blocked Bing Tianxiao's way, his eyes filled with greed.

"Kid, whatever your situation is, since you've obtained a Level Five mark, you should leave us some interest!"

"Hand over half of your Marked Spirit Energy obediently, and I, your grandpa, will guarantee your safety in this Northern Cang Realm!"

The surrounding people also gathered around, clearly eager to watch this "fat sheep" get butchered.

Quite a few clever people, however, made a decisive choice and left immediately.

This was a Level Five mark, after all.

No matter how they looked at it, there was no way an ordinary person could obtain one!

A Level Three cultivator actually dared to rob someone like this. Had he never faced death before?

"That... you're Zhao Dahu, Big Brother Zhao, right?"

Bing Tianxiao moved a little closer with a fawning expression, his voice trembling. "I'm the most timid person around. I don't know how to hand it over. Why don't you take it yourself..."

"Enough nonsense! Get over here!"

Zhao Dahu let out a sinister laugh. His fan-sized hand, carrying vigorous spiritual energy, reached directly for Bing Tianxiao's shoulder.

In his eyes, this frightened kid had no ability to fight back at all.

However, just as that large hand was about to touch Bing Tianxiao's shoulder,

a mocking look, as if he were staring at an idiot, flashed through Bing Tianxiao's eyes.

"I was only being polite. You really dared to reach out?"

Bing Tianxiao's voice rang out clearly.

The next moment, his right hand, hanging inside his sleeve, shot out without warning and swung across with a vicious slap.

Smack!

A crisp, ringing slap suddenly echoed across the entire Reception Platform.

Zhao Dahu did not even have time to scream.

His more-than-two-hundred-pound body was sent flying by that slap and crashed heavily into a stone pillar, where he stuck fast and could not be pried off.

The scene fell into deathly silence.

The students who had originally been preparing to watch the "fat sheep" get butchered

now stood with their jaws hanging open, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"What just happened?"

"Zhao Dahu... his strength is at the Divine Soul Realm! He was sent flying with a single slap?"

"That kid... did he even use spiritual energy just now?"

Bing Tianxiao shook his right hand in disgust and looked at Zhao Dahu, whose face was swollen like a pig's head.

He helplessly sighed. "Sigh, I called you a big idiot, and you really lived up to it."

"A mere Divine Soul Realm cultivator, yet you came out to block the road and rob people?"

"Do you misunderstand what a Level Five mark means, or are you simply too confident in yourself?"

After saying that, Bing Tianxiao raised his head and swept his gaze around.

Those who had originally worn greedy expressions

all felt their spines turn cold when they met Bing Tianxiao's half-smiling gaze and uniformly took a large step backward.

They were afraid that this "god of slaughter" would give them the same treatment.

"How boring. There isn't a single person who can fight."

Bing Tianxiao curled his lips, and the golden Level Five mark on his forehead glimmered faintly.

The mark on Zhao Dahu's forehead, whose consciousness had already faded, reverted to Level One.

Buzz!

After absorbing the spiritual energy from the Level Three mark, the "5" on Bing Tianxiao's forehead became slightly brighter.

Bing Tianxiao shook his hand and slowly swept his gaze over the students who had not yet managed to run away.

He spoke with a beaming smile.

"Friends, I'm new here, and I'm a little short on cash."

"You see, Big Brother Zhao here understands the rules very well and took the initiative to lend me some spiritual energy. I'm a very reasonable person. I believe in treating everyone equally."

He paused, and the smile on his face grew even brighter.

"So, those of you who haven't left yet, why don't you lend me some Marked Spirit Energy too?"

"Not much. Half from each of you will do."

"I'm a person who hates trouble most of all. Be proactive, and we'll all prosper peacefully. Don't force me to act."

As he spoke, Bing Tianxiao even rolled his wrist, producing a faint cracking sound.

At this moment, silence spoke louder than words!

Several students with weaker nerves were already breaking out in cold sweat.

They looked at the harmless-looking "pretty boy" before them

then looked at Zhao Dahu, who was lying half-dead on the ground.

How could they possibly dare to resist?

Those with strength and brains had already fled. The ones left behind were either useless or idiots.

"I... I'll give it!"

A thin, tall young man was the first to break down, his face filled with misery.

He voluntarily shattered part of the spiritual energy in the mark on his forehead, turning it into a streak of light that flew toward Bing Tianxiao.

With a first came a second, then a third...

For a time, the Reception Platform glittered with flowing light. Streams of spiritual energy, some thick and some thin, surged toward the Level Five mark on Bing Tianxiao's forehead like countless rivers flowing into the sea.

Bing Tianxiao contentedly felt the constantly swelling power within his mark.

At the edge of the golden "5," a faint, almost imperceptible pale-purple pattern even began to emerge.

"Mm, not bad, not bad. Everyone's very clever."

He clapped his hands as if he had just finished doing something utterly insignificant.

"All right, I've collected the spiritual energy, so our friendship is officially established."

"From now on, everyone in this Northern Cang Realm is one of my own people."

"If you run into any trouble, you can give my name as Bing Tianxiao... Of course, I can't guarantee it'll work."

After saying that, he stopped paying attention to this group of Fortune-Bringing Children, and his figure blurred.

After a few flashes, he completely disappeared into the depths of the forest.

"Bing Tianxiao... I'll remember that name. If I see him in the future, I'll definitely go around him!"

"That was ruthless. One person robbed dozens of us..."

"Let's go quickly. What if someone even more ruthless shows up?"