About half an hour passed before it was finally Ye Yun's turn to register his results.
Ye Yun strode up to Deacon Zhang, took out a Storage Bag he had prepared, and handed it over with his identity token. "Deacon Zhang, I'm Ye Yun. Here are my identity token and the Wasteland Cores I collected. Sorry for the trouble, but could you register my results?"
Deacon Zhang glanced at Ye Yun and gave a slight nod.
After taking the Storage Bag and identity token, he sent his consciousness into the bag to examine its contents.
When Deacon Zhang saw the pile of Wasteland Cores inside, his whole body trembled.
Only after a moment did he withdraw his consciousness. He looked up at Ye Yun in shock. "Are all these Wasteland Cores yours?"
As he spoke, his thoughts churned like rivers overturning seas.
He had registered the results of several Hunting Tournaments, but no contestant had ever brought in Wasteland Cores that could compare with those in the Storage Bag he held.
The bag contained a full 524 Wasteland Cores.
Since the Desolate Sect had begun holding the Hunting Tournament, the best-performing disciple had collected only 491 Wasteland Cores.
Ye Yun had exceeded that record by so much. How could Deacon Zhang not be shocked?
At his question, Ye Yun nodded without hesitation. "That's right. The Wasteland Cores in that Storage Bag are my results from this Hunting Tournament."
Seeing Deacon Zhang's shocked expression, Ye Yun could not help wondering whether he had brought in too many Wasteland Cores.
But as Ye Yun saw it, he had only 524. That should not count as many.
What Ye Yun did not know was that he had set an astonishing record without even realizing it.
Then again, it made sense. No other Desolate