Fang Ping, however, saw things differently. After all, he had actually gotten divine weapons out of it. As far as he was concerned, his pride was not that important. Can pride put food on the table? Can it make me stronger?
If his pride was worth five divine weapons, Fang Ping would probably have made a living off it every day.
He genuinely saw nothing wrong with it. He had wanted something, so he had flattered them. Both sides got what they wanted, and he had gained tangible benefits.
And that was not all. His greatest gain was learning many secrets from Jiang Chao and the others, including secrets about the Forbidden Zone and information about the youth tournament. Meanwhile, after half a day of tempering, Lu Hao had successfully spent sixty thousand Slaughter Points and reached the fifth tempering of his Golden Body. He then entered the Technique Simulation Space and spent a day mastering his strength. By the New Martial era's classifications, he was now at the peak of Rank Eight and could break through to Rank 9 at any time. Naturally, however, Lu Hao would not do that yet. He would miss out on a qualitative transformation if he did. The difference might not be apparent now, but it would become increasingly obvious later.
Lu Hao opened his panel.
[Slaughter Point System] [Host: Lu Hao] [Vital blood: 65457/101274 cal] [Mental power: 2502/5107 Hz] [Storage Space: 100 million cubic meters] [Technique Simulation Space: 1:1000] [Slaughter Points: 17642 (can be manifested)]
His vital blood had risen to a hundred thousand cal, reaching the peak of Rank Eight. Fortunately, Lu Hao had entered the Technique Simulation Space to familiarize himself with his strength immediately after breaking through. Otherwise, he would already have been out of balance.
Lu Hao