That year, not only was Wang Quan preparing for the Far West Spell Contest, but Ruo Jinghong and the others were preparing as well.
Ying Jiaren, far away in Bitter Cold City in the Far Northern Land, was preparing too.
Originally, she had the same idea as Wang Quan: to use the Magic Treasure Purple Mansion that great figure had promised her back then to enter the Purple Mansion Realm.
But after learning that Wang Quan had entered the Purple Mansion Realm, she immediately gave up on it.
"If I'm in the same realm as him, I'll definitely become his competitor."
"And I won't be able to compete with him, either."
"Rather than that, I might as well compete with others in the Foundation Establishment Realm."
"Then even if I fail, it won't matter."
"After all, plenty of old fossils in the Foundation Establishment Realm have been cultivating in seclusion all along."
Although she had not entered the Purple Mansion Realm, she had not been idle.
She put more effort into her Dao Soldiers.
Over the years, while Wang Quan refined magic treasures, she had never slowed down her work on the Dao Soldiers either.
By now, she had refined and fashioned the three thousand Fire Crows to near completion.
"I still need some martial artists."
"Top-tier martial artists."
Bitter Cold City had heaps of top-tier martial artists.
She said she wanted three thousand top-tier martial artists, and a great throng of them came to apply.
Although everyone knew that joining the Dao Soldiers meant their bodies would perish and their Dao would vanish, they could earn a huge sum of money.
Given to their descendants back home, that money could nurture at least a hundred top-tier martial artists and a dozen or so New-Method Cultivators.
They would even receive