Yu Ning gave He Pingsheng a black token.
Two words were inscribed on it: [Taixu].
According to his master, with this token, he could obtain any item free of charge anywhere in the sect.
As long as the sect had it.
This was a privilege the Grand Ancestor of the Great Void had granted He Pingsheng.
Of course, there was one condition: he had to win the competition.
At the very least, he could not lose too badly.
He Pingsheng felt he should be able to manage that. He certainly would not lose too badly.
He could guarantee that he would advance to the tenth level within three years. Never mind three years-even one would be no problem.
At his previous cultivation pace, he could break through one level in roughly half a year.
With the time left over, he could also temper his other dantians, filling all five dantians to capacity.
Five dantians against one-even if my opponent is a genius, could I really suffer a humiliating defeat?
Of course, in a fight, it was not just dantians that mattered. There were also spells.
Powerful spells could achieve twice the results with half the effort.
Most of the spells He Pingsheng currently practiced were defensive.
For example, the Vajra Shield, Earth Armor Technique, Fire Shield Technique, Ren Water Escape Technique, and so on.
He had only two offensive spells: the [Fire Crow Technique] and the [Yellow Turban Strongman].
To be honest, the Yellow Turban Strongman produced a rather shocking spectacle when used. He Pingsheng feared it might arouse suspicion, so he certainly would not use it lightly.
That left only one usable spell, the [Fire Crow Technique].
That definitely would not be enough.
What should I do?
He could only learn more.
Holding the black iron token, He Pingsheng