A few days earlier, Yue Wen had thought that, given his current combat strength, securing a City Hero seat should be a cinch. After all, he was something of an invincible presence among those in his realm.
As for young geniuses whose cultivation surpassed his, Jiangcheng City only had Hu Yunting. Surely three more late Astral Realm experts would not suddenly pop up.
And then his thought had come true.
But this was far too ridiculous. Could a tiny Body Tempering Sect really produce three of them?
Why did this feel like some fantasy novel, where every time he reached a realm, that realm immediately became worthless... But he was only in the middle Astral Realm now, and late Astral Realm experts were already springing up like cabbages?
Wasn't the pace a little too fast?
Fighting cultivators was not like fighting demon beasts; challenging someone in a higher realm was not so easy. Facing Immortal Sect disciples in the late Astral Realm, Yue Wen would not shrink from battle, but he could not guarantee victory either.
This was truly strange.
If three disciples of this generation in the Body Tempering Sect had succeeded in Astral Refining, there was no way he would only be hearing about it today.
Xiao Chubei began explaining what had happened. "During the Independent Cultivators' Points Tournament, we made some allies, remember? Later, we gradually brought in some other independent cultivators who had also qualified. We got together often."
Yue Wen knew about this. During the Independent Cultivators' Points Tournament, this little group centered around the Xiao brothers and Dong Mengyao had been fortunate enough to avoid the various conflicts, earn enough points to qualify, and hold out until the end.
Later, they had used this small group as a foundation to gradually expand their alliance,