"The Northwest Sect Convention?"
"...Why the hell are they inviting us?"
Sun Buxiao returned to Black Seal City, where Su Mei, who handled external affairs, handed him an invitation.
He vaguely remembered this event himself. Basically, a few stronger sects gathered a bunch of people together and had their more talented disciples compete. Frankly, it was pointless-something a bunch of idiots with holes in their brains had cooked up to scramble for power and profit in this godforsaken backwater.
If you were truly strong, you could establish your authority over the Northwest without resorting to this. If you weren't strong enough, even winning the Sect Assembly wouldn't give your words any more weight.
To Sun Buxiao, holding this event, and debating whether to attend it, was nothing but taking off your pants to fart.
So he had absolutely no interest in participating.
He held the Heavenly Poison Gate firmly in his hands. His attitude was the sect's attitude, so the Heavenly Poison Gate hadn't displayed much ambition-at least where the Northwest was concerned.
The paltry scraps of influence the Northwest offered were hardly what Sun Buxiao wanted.
"We're not going."
He tossed the invitation onto the table and waved a hand at Su Mei.
"Rather than wasting our attention on this nonsense, why not do more foreign trade? Bai Kun's reputation is growing, and so is the demand for his pills. Wouldn't gathering more alchemy resources to strengthen the sect be better?"
A perfectly sound argument.
Bai Kun had been able to get out of bed two days ago, and the first thing he had done was find his medicine cauldron and start refining pills.
With a Heavenly Flame, Bai Kun's alchemy skills had grown stronger. It probably wouldn't take him much longer to become a seventh-grade Alchemist.
But Su