Hearing Xu Qianzhui's answer, Chen Changsheng nodded. "Not bad. You have something of a scholar's backbone."
"Looks like Su You hasn't ruined this lot of you."
"Enough. The fight is over, and everything has been made clear. You two may leave."
"I've just sent invitations to all the various factions. Before long, the Chang Sheng Epoch will welcome a dazzling Golden Age."
"When that time comes, the two of you will truly be able to spread your wings."
As he spoke, Chen Changsheng casually tossed out two wooden plaques.
Ruan Su Xian caught the plaque before him, examined it, and asked, "Senior, what is this?"
"An Imperial Preceptor Decree I made. Holding this means I acknowledge your status as heavenly talents."
"When the Golden Age begins, you must seize identical plaques from the hands of other heavenly talents."
"Whoever seizes the most will be the undisputed heavenly talent."
"Let me remind you of something else. In this struggle for the Imperial Preceptor Decrees, all factions will stop at nothing."
"If you do not prepare yourselves, you may very well perish in body and soul."
"Of course, losing comes with the risk of death, but if you win, you can also obtain exceedingly generous rewards from your opponents."
Xu Qianzhui frowned at Chen Changsheng's words. "Senior, when cultivators spar, they should stop short of the point of death."
"By creating such a Golden Age, aren't you merely adding to the slaughter?"
"That's right, Senior. It's only a spar. There's no need to decide life and death, is there?"
Jun Lin echoed from the side.
Chen Changsheng clicked his tongue. "A normal spar truly does not require life and death. After all, life is precious."
"But times are different now. If you do not fight to the death, then only others will