Chapter 1706 Stealing Food from the Tiger's Mouth
Chapter 1706: Stealing Food from the Tiger’s Mouth Chapter 1706: Stealing Food from the Tiger’s Mouth Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Isidro Hasson was ranked 16th, and their rankings were close to each other.
Mayfly pointed to a name on the list.
“The person you just killed is called Isidro Hasson, ranked 16th.
If you want to test yourself against stronger opponents, I suggest challenging the top ten.
They’re all path-returning cultivators!” The top ten on the trial board were all at the great fulfillment of the eternal realm, but that was misleading! Mayfly and the others had tried to shake up the positions of these ten but found that they were indeed path-returning cultivators.
Mayfly continued, “There are eternal path pills and Path-Integration Pills in this trial world.
Though there aren’t many, they’ve managed to create some.” “Are these pills really that valuable?” Braydon Neal asked, pondering.
“Not just valuable,” Mayfly replied with a helpless smile.
“A Path-Integration Pill is enough to bankrupt a great fulfillment eternal realm cultivator!
“Even in our military headquarters, a low-grade eternal path pill requires at least 100,000 battle merits.
A superior-grade one demands at least 500,000 battle merits!” “A Path-Integration Pill starts at 1 million battle merit points!” After Mayfly finished speaking, he looked at Braydon and smiled bitterly. “Not everyone is like you.
You were born as a direct descendant of the eight lineages, and your bloodline talent is extraordinary.
With nine pairs of golden wings, it’s almost certain that, as long as you don’t die young, you’ll become the chief of the Foreman lineage!” Everyone knew that disciples from the eight lineages had access to plenty of cultivation resources. After all, many experts were born from these lineages, and their children received excellent resources from birth.
Mayfly continued, “This kind of path pill can be bought with star coin in the outside world, but it’s even more expensive there.
It’s mostly a barter system, and they’re very rare.
Without strong connections, it’s nearly impossible to buy them.
“If you want this type of path pill, you might consider joining the race’s military headquarters, the Virtual Spirit Association, the Cosmos Bank, the Cosmos Battle Arena, or other major forces.” Mayfly revealed that if Braydon wanted those things, he would have to choose a major faction to join. This was also a way for the race to gather cultivators. Otherwise, if everyone remained scattered, it would be like a plate of loose sand, making it hard to mobilize the race’s strength.
“What force are you thinking of joining?” Braydon asked with a faint smile.
“Let’s wait and see!” Mayfly admitted, uncertain. However, every contestant who participated in the Stellar Realm Competition, even if eliminated, would typically receive offers from various large forces in the Northern Stellar Realm. The Northern Star Residence would also step in to recruit them when necessary.
For those who made it to the top 10,000, the leaders of major forces would likely personally recruit them with very generous offers. So, most contestants were simply waiting for the best offer and would choose their factions after the competition ended.
“How about joining my Northern Army?” Braydon proposed directly.
“Northern Army?
What’s that?” Mayfly asked, slightly taken aback.
“There’s an army under the military headquarters, with over 20 million soldiers,” Braydon explained.
“Actually, I’ve considered joining the military,” Mayfly said. The military was the strongest faction among the various forces, so joining them would be a solid choice. There was also the Cosmos Battle Arena and the affluent Virtual Spirit Association, which would offer ample cultivation resources. Unfortunately, these forces had extremely strict selection criteria. Typically, only geniuses who reached the finals could negotiate with them.
Braydon smiled faintly. “The Virtual Spirit Association is different from the military.
Soldiers in the military hone their skills on the battlefield and use their battle merits to get the resources they need.
They can also retire if they choose.
“On the other hand, once you join a faction like the Virtual Spirit Association, leaving isn’t so easy.
“The goal of a cultivator’s life is to reach the peak and live forever.
The Military Department is the best choice.” After Braydon finished speaking, he gently wiped the Northern King Sword.
Mayfly considered this, watching Braydon as he cleaned the blade. His face darkened.
“Before we continue, can you put down the sword?” “No!” Braydon replied firmly.
Mayfly’s lips twitched, realizing that this was not a negotiation but a threat. If he didn’t join the Northern Army, he would die!
“Think about it!” Braydon said with a bright smile.
“I’m in!” The mayfly gave the sword in Braydon’s hand a long look.
Braydon sheathed the Northern King Sword.
“The Northern Army welcomes you!” “After the trial, I’ll submit an application to join the military.
You can find someone you know and assign me to the Northern Army!” Mayfly seemed well-versed in such procedures.
Braydon nodded.
“I’ll inform the military about this.
You can submit the application directly, and I’ll handle the rest.” “That’s true.
Even descendants of the eight lineages with golden wings have to put in the effort in the military,” Mayfly said with a touch of bitterness.
As a disciple of the eight lineages, he not only inherited the bloodline power of his ancestors but also had a status beyond that of other cultivators.
Braydon smiled, choosing not to dwell on that. Forming a pair of golden wings was simply an accident.
At the same time, the Mayfly incident seemed to have sparked an idea in Braydon. This year’s Prodigy Tournament had gathered all the top geniuses of the human race. If they could all be recruited under the Northern Army—what a grand future that would be!
With this thought, Braydon’s excitement grew. Little did he know that many forces were also eyeing this batch of top geniuses. The human army, the Virtual Spirit Association, the Cosmos Bank, the Cosmos Battle Arena, and various major powers in the universe were all secretly keeping watch. Once the Prodigy Tournament ended, they would surely vie for these talents.
Braydon was considering recruiting them for the Northern Army, a task as challenging as snatching food from a tiger’s mouth. But there was nothing in the world that Braydon was afraid to do.
Determined, Braydon reached out to the three banished immortals: the primordial chaos banished immortal with the smiley face mask, the martial arts banished immortal, and the green lotus banished immortal. All three were present and their previous negative points had been reversed. Their rankings were now quite high!
Braydon sent them a message, planning to do his best to recruit the geniuses in the trial world into the Northern Army.
If anyone was unwilling, Braydon had only one response: if you can’t use it for yourself, then kill without mercy!
The three banished immortals were acting strangely!
Braydon led Mayfly to search for the top ten people on the ranking list. Following Mayfly, they arrived at a vast sea of sand.
In the middle of the sea of sand stood a young man in gray robes, holding a spear. He stood between heaven and earth, eyes closed in rest.
The young man sensed a familiar aura.
“Mayfly, are you challenging me?” “It has nothing to do with him!” Braydon said, placing his hands behind his back and stepping onto the yellow sand, walking slowly toward the gray-robed youth.
The gray-robed youth opened his eyes. Two piercing rays of light enveloped Braydon, accompanied by a terrifying pressure.
Path-returning realm!
The pressure from his aura caused the yellow sand to scatter in all directions.
“New eternal?” he asked, frowning as he recognized Braydon’s cultivation level.