There was one hour left before the competition ended.
Beside the Teleportation Formation in the eastern Ancient City area, Yue Wen sat hidden behind the stone steps, briefly regulating his breathing.
He had just completed another ambush and reaped a handsome haul. The mountain of backpacks beside him kept growing taller. Just now, he had paid a group of extras their first wages, so their backpacks were no longer empty. That would make the act a little more convincing.
Yue Wen had never intended to cheat them anyway. How many points could those seven need to advance? Giving each of them two thousand points would only cost a little over ten thousand.
In the hour they had spent ambushing people at the Teleportation Formation, they had intercepted more than ten independent cultivators. Their newly acquired points totaled over sixty thousand!
Those rat-like scavengers who had spent so long watching had good reason to be cautious. They all looked unremarkable, yet their backpacks routinely held eight or ten thousand points!
They had either gotten lucky and picked up high-value Immortal Goods, or diligently ambushed and killed plenty of people, then never dared approach a Teleportation Formation to withdraw.
After lingering for so long, they had all been drawn over by the "Eastern Film Studio City" Yue Wen had created.
Seeing so many people pass through safely without hearing any sounds of fighting, they assumed they had caught a window when nobody was blocking the Teleportation Formation.
Then, the moment they landed, a surprise awaited them.
Hours of hard work went up in smoke. It was easy to imagine the unforgettable pain those independent cultivators would experience once they realized they had been eliminated.
Including the batch of Immortal Goods they had brought with them, the trio's stash was now worth over