Jian Nan had not simply given Ye Lin a hundred thousand immortal stones because, even if he had, Ye Lin would have returned ten thousand low-grade immortal stones to him.
That would have turned it into a matter of obligation. Buying someone's gratitude with money was the crudest trick of all, and it could even make them resent you.
In life, you had to know how to handle people and read the room. After all, the martial world was not just about fighting and killing; it was about the ties and obligations between people.
After that, disciples at the late and peak stages of the Earth Immortal realm continued taking the stage. The three Sacred Lords' personal disciples, however, were True Disciples and did not step forward. They merely watched.
The disciples present were strong, but they still fell far short of them. The gap between a True Immortal's disciple and a Heavenly Immortal's disciple was no small thing.
The teachings and experience they received were entirely different. Besides, a True Immortal would not accept just anyone. That was why the gap was so wide. If those disciples made a move, the contest would be over.
Ye Lin spent the entire time watching the battles on the Arena, using others' fights to refine his own understanding. He gained quite a lot from it.
"Fellow Daoists, the fighting is over. Next comes the part you've all been waiting for: preaching the Dao and sharing your own path."
"You may speak about your cultivation experience, your understanding of the Dao, or your combat experience. But you'd better have something genuine to offer, or the others won't appreciate it."
Jiang Tian laughed heartily. No one wanted to share everything they knew, so the gathering had one firm rule: if you went up there