The black pot of failure now had someone to carry it.
The many New Method bigwigs felt much more at ease.
They reassured Jiang Wuwei, saying that once this contest of spells was over, they would certainly make him the master of the New Method and let him ascend to immortality.
Once they became immortals themselves, they would serve him like dogs and horses.
Jiang Wuwei felt the black pot on his back and choked up even harder.
One New Method bigwig flicked his sleeve and sneered. "Wuwei, what kind of behavior is this, sniveling away?"
"Show some spirit!"
"Ah!"
"Well then, let's discuss how to handle the contest of spells in three days."
At the mention of the contest, the many New Method bigwigs felt their heads ache again.
Just then, one bigwig's eyes rolled, and he began shirking responsibility again:
"The prodigies and freakish talents who descended this time must be impostors. They must have gotten in through connections."
"They only came down to throw their weight around and engage in factional struggles."
"So... it isn't our fault we lost the contest."
Jiang Wuwei wanted to say something, but the bigwigs glared at him, frightening him into obedient silence.
After some discussion, the many New Method bigwigs unanimously agreed:
They had to send someone back to the Heavenly World to find real experts to descend.
An idea struck one bigwig. "I heard of a young woman out among the mountains and rivers named Chen Xi."
"She practices the New Method and excels at body cultivation. She likes to hang a Great Sun behind her back and wins every battle she fights."
"But her background is ordinary, so she wasn't eligible for this selection."
"If she descended, she could absolutely unleash several times the combat strength with the