The young woman and the middle-aged cultivator stood with their mouths slightly agape, staring blankly at Lin Chuan before them.
"You... what is your cultivation level, exactly?" the young woman asked in a daze.
She had initially assumed Lin Chuan was a Void Refinement cultivator. Yet this youth had just emerged completely unscathed from a cultivation room that only Integration cultivators could withstand. And he had even said he wanted to go to the eightieth floor. With every ten floors representing a major cultivation realm, even though she had never been to the eightieth floor, she knew it was a place only Mahayana cultivators could enter.
"Classified!" Lin Chuan did not tell the young woman his cultivation level. After smiling, he went around the middle-aged cultivator and headed straight upstairs.
"W-Wait... The eightieth floor is for Mahayana cultivators. You can't go up there..." the middle-aged cultivator said.
"Why not? As I recall, Thunder Tower has never stipulated that ordinary cultivators below Mahayana cannot go above the eightieth floor." Lin Chuan stopped, frowning slightly.
"Can you prove that you are a Mahayana cultivator? If you can, I will not stop you again!" the middle-aged cultivator said with an unpleasant expression.
He could tell that Lin Chuan's cultivation was likely not even at the Integration stage. Someone like that would certainly die if he went to the eightieth floor.
As for why Lin Chuan had come out unharmed from the seventieth floor just now, he guessed that Lin Chuan had not cultivated inside at all and had merely gone through the motions.
The commotion here drew the attention of several people. A few cultivators looked over, most of them Thunder Tower staff. But there was also one person emanating an extraordinary aura, watching Lin Chuan with interest. He was an Integration cultivator.