However, before leaving the Primordial Sacred Land, Xia Ping first registered the Star Ship there. Anyone entering or leaving the Primordial Sacred Land had to have their ship inspected, so that nothing of unknown origin could get inside.
If any foreign object were found to have intruded, it could cause enormous trouble.
After all, this was the Human Sacred Land, essentially the Human Race's home base, and inspections were extremely strict.
"Xia Ping, you actually have a Saint-Grade Spaceship?!"
The Primordial Sacred Land elder was astonished to see Xia Ping come to register his ship. Ordinary Lightning Tribulation Realm cultivators generally couldn't afford one.
He figured that only the direct descendants of super-families—geniuses especially favored by their ancestors—could hope to own a Saint-Grade Spaceship of their own.
But as far as he knew, Xia Ping was just an ordinary person from the Eastern Universe. Aside from the Universe Sect, he had no forces backing him. Given the Universe Sect's wealth, it probably couldn't afford a Saint-Grade Spaceship either.
Even if it could, it wouldn't grant one to a disciple. It would keep the ship at the Universe Sect's headquarters.
"It's all thanks to the generous help of my senior brothers and sisters. Without their generosity, how could I be living so well today?" Xia Ping said breezily, crediting everything to his fellow disciples at the Primordial Sacred Land.
"This!"
The black-robed Primordial Sacred Land elder's mouth twitched. He suddenly remembered what had happened: Xia Ping had caused a huge commotion at the Primordial Sacred Land, beating so many inner disciples that they couldn't leave their homes and had lost face completely.
Word was that the kid had earned at least a million points during that upheaval.
On top of that, he seemed to have recently completed a mission to compete