"How about it, Sect Master Ye? If you agree, we can set up the arena right now. For every loss, one Heaven Grade pill. Three losses, one Heaven Grade martial skill. If all five of us lose, we'll give you a King Grade divine ability."
Seeing Ye Lin sink into thought, the five before him struck while the iron was hot, their faces brimming with confidence.
They were peerless prodigies from the great transcendent factions. In their eyes, the prodigies of this era were not worth mentioning—people they could kill with a flick of their hands.
Hearing those terms, Ye Lin was somewhat taken aback. The rewards were truly generous enough to stir even his own heart.
Heaven Grade pills were exceedingly precious; a single one was worth a fortune and nearly impossible to obtain. A Heaven Grade martial skill was even more valuable, something that could serve as a sect's foundation for generations.
Yet the more Ye Lin thought about it, the more something felt off. Those transcendent factions could not possibly be this kindhearted.
Just then, a thunderous boom rang out between heaven and earth. In the distance, rosy light flooded the skies—the unmistakable sign of a supreme treasure emerging.
"Sect Master Ye, regarding our proposal..."
The five had never expected such a development. They urged him even more anxiously. This Golden Age truly lived up to the rumors; only how many days had passed, and such an opportunity had already descended upon the world.
Their hearts burned with anticipation.
"Get lost. We'll discuss it next time."
Ye Lin sent the five flying with a single slap, then headed toward the source of the rosy light. Who had time to deal with those idiots now? Opportunity came first.
When he reached his destination, Ye Lin stood in midair,