Aboard the swift boat, Chu Xisheng suddenly sneezed.
The sneeze tugged at his wounds, making him bare his teeth and grimace.
Chu Xisheng was secretly puzzled. Who on earth was talking about me?
Could someone from the Shangguan Clan be cursing me? Or was it Yun Yun, Luan Li?
Then Chu Xisheng gathered his attention and looked at the system panel before him.
During the earlier battle at the Taste-Knowing Pavilion, countless fireworks had burst before his eyes.
At times, fireworks had even filled the entire screen, obscuring his vision and forcing him to turn off the effect.
But he had never found the time to look closely at exactly how many Martial Dao Points he had gained.
Now, when Chu Xisheng enlarged the illusory screen in his vision, his pupils widened, and delighted surprise appeared in his eyes.
His reputation had actually soared to eighth-rank upper (transcendent).
His Martial Dao Points had reached a staggering 3,952.
-Tonight's fierce battle had actually brought him over three thousand Martial Dao Points!
Even now, the total was still growing, with fresh gains every few breaths.
Clearly, the impact of the battle at the Taste-Knowing Pavilion was spreading rapidly.
Ancient Market Town was not only one of the largest black markets in Eastern Province, but also a gathering place for numerous martial cultivators of the martial world.
Very few people had actually witnessed the battle at the Taste-Knowing Pavilion today, probably only two or three thousand.
After all, there were only so many elevated spots around the battlefield, and not everyone was unafraid of getting caught up in it and dared to watch from close by.
But practically all the martial cultivators in the market could learn the details of the battle at the Taste-Knowing Pavilion from others.
This brought Chu Xisheng a