Sure enough, Bing Yi and Yan Yi both broke through to the high heavenly witch realm next. Each rode their own mount: the Dragonblood Ice Sculpture and the Blackflame Demon Tiger.
It was worth mentioning that Jiang Ming had never taken a mount. None had caught his eye. If he could get his hands on a Golden Crow, perhaps he would consider it.
But the Golden Crow Lineage was now the Emperor Clan of the Heavenly Realm. They all lived up there and would never appear on the ground.
"Since you've all gained something from your opportunities, let's have a proper contest in three days."
Jiang Ming spoke with a smile.
Beside him, Feng Yi had remained silent for ages, as though turned to stone. They had agreed to be the green leaves that set off Hou Yi's flower together. Yet now he alone had become the clown, still at the low heavenly witch realm while his three teammates had all taken flight.
The sheer disparity made him feel as though the whole world had abandoned him.
Naturally, Jiang Ming understood Feng Yi's sense of loss. Poor kid. Life was full of such soaring highs and plunging lows. He would be fine once he got used to it.
Three days later!
The younger generation's hunting tournament began. Almost every young member of the Witch Race took part, over four thousand in all, each carrying a bow on their back and arrows in hand.
A closer look revealed some young humans among them, too. After all, human tribes occasionally produced geniuses as well. There were over three hundred in this generation, largely thanks to the cultivation methods Jiang Ming had passed down.
These three hundred youths were all heavenly immortals. Jiang Ming's methods developed body cultivation and qi refining in balance,