"Did I hear that right? A Sect Tournament?"
"Seriously? Why does this setup feel so familiar?"
Upon hearing that a Sect Tournament would be held in three months, all the Origin Sect Disciples erupted with excitement.
Quite a few players also offered some helpless complaints.
Sure enough.
Every sect had to have a tournament.
However—
After hearing about the rewards and the specific rules, the players grew excited again.
Or rather.
Any opportunity to earn contribution points and other rewards.
To them.
Was an irresistible temptation.
Of course, not everyone liked tournaments like this.
For example—
"I just became a Personal Disciple, and now you're telling me I'll lose that status if someone challenges me and I lose?" Reading the tournament rules, Wang Gang felt as though every organ in his body ached.
Several enormous question marks might as well have been stamped on his forehead.
To enter the fourth floor of the Library Pavilion and gain a chance to learn divine-tier cultivation methods and martial arts, he had deliberately spent the ten thousand contribution points he had saved, advancing from Elite Disciple to Personal Disciple.
But now—
Wang Gang could already sense it.
Quite a few people were probably eyeing his position as a Personal Disciple.
After all, this was a chance to pick up ten thousand contribution points for free.
No one could resist that temptation.
Meanwhile, some disciples who had intended to raise their ranks suppressed the urge.
Previously, as long as they had enough contribution points, there was nothing to worry about when advancing their ranks. The only question was whether they could bear to spend the points.
Now, however, things were different.
One careless mistake, and they would be doing all the work for someone else.
Unless they were extremely confident in their strength, they