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Chapter 203 Sect Grand Competition?

Zhou Wenqiang looked at those people, who handed over all their belongings and then squeezed out of the crowd, holding the things they had received in exchange.

He took away the food these people had for the winter and the seeds for planting the following year.

What he shoved into their hands was a poison that would make them rot away with a smile in their hallucinations.

He used this method to travel through town after town.

Behind him, the very foundation of a town was hollowed out;
Before him lay the next wheat field, waiting to be harvested.

He exchanged the copper coins in his carriage for silver ingots, and then piled up the silver ingots into gold bars.

Although his [evil deeds value] has increased, he has not engaged in indiscriminate slaughter, and the accumulated [evil deeds value] has not even placed him on the [bounty list].

He no longer went to the dusty markets, and his carriage began to stop in front of the grand mansions with stone lions crouching at their gates.

Across the table stood a man dressed in a python robe, the color of which was faded.

His hands trembled as he clutched the gold bars to his chest.

He was once a prince, but lost everything in the power struggle.

Zhou Wenqiang did not discuss military strategy, nor did he grant power or position.

He only looked at the other person's sunken eyes, where the light had long since faded.

To ensure the success of the mission, he even used the skill [Cholera] this time.

"Your Highness, you have not lost. Heaven is gathering 'dragon energy' for you here, so that you may soar to great heights. What you lack is not opportunity, but the determination to stake everything!"

The prince's pupils contracted, and the light refocused.

He smashed the wine glass, releasing decades of pent-up frustration.

He stood up, straightened his back which had been hunched for many years, and bowed deeply to Zhou Wenqiang.

He became Zhou Wenqiang's man, opening the gates of the palace for him—the entrance to the pinnacle of power.

With his arrival and the completion of his promotion mission, the accusation of "spreading rumors and misleading the public" was upgraded to "causing chaos in the court"!
……

A few days later, the king issued a decree from the palace, announcing it to the world.

Zhou Wenqiang took off his plain clothes, put on a black robe with gold trim, and stood before the civil and military officials.

He ascended to the position of Imperial Advisor, second only to the emperor, above all others.

……

My thoughts return to the present.

Inside the Imperial Preceptor's residence, the beams and pillars were gilded, making everything shine.

Zhou Wenqiang leaned against the tiger-skin throne, surrounded by beauties on both sides.

Dozens of believers were kneeling at his feet.

Among them were merchants who were once incredibly wealthy, but now were barely clothed, yet their eyes burned with fervor.

There are also nobles, born into official families, who are now spending all their wealth in the hope of getting close to the Imperial Preceptor.

"Imperial Preceptor, have mercy! My son died of illness yesterday; this is Heaven testing me!"

"It's because I wasn't sincere that he didn't have the good fortune! I'm willing to offer up my ancestral home, begging the Imperial Advisor to give me another chance!"

“The Imperial Preceptor is right! The drought in my hometown is due to my lack of virtue! I am not worthy of those fields! I offer them all to the Imperial Preceptor, please help me sever my karmic obstacles!”

Outside the palace, on the streets of the capital, the scene was different.

Beggars were everywhere. They had all once been followers of Zhou Wenqiang, but after being squeezed dry of their last penny, they were abandoned on the streets.

They also believed that their misfortune was due to their "lack of good fortune" and "insincere heart".

Occasionally, some enlightened individuals would shout in the street to expose the quack's deception.

"A natural disaster, an earthquake, can kill so many innocent people."

"Have you ever hated heaven or earth? Since you don't, then why do you hate the Imperial Advisor?"

Before the guards could even approach, the believers who were dreaming of "success" rushed forward and broke the "traitor's" bones, splattering blood on the spot.

They believed that as long as they offered everything, they would one day achieve the same success as the Imperial Advisor, and even be reincarnated as immortals after death.

Zhou Wenqiang enjoyed it all; in the game, he once again became the same revered figure as in real life.

He wielded power, possessed wealth, and savored the pleasure of manipulating people's hearts.

At that moment, a woman in palace attire walked up to him and knelt down. "Your Excellency, I am ready."

He nodded, ready to accept the "sacrifice".

"Ah sneeze——!"

Zhou Wenqiang sneezed, the sound echoing throughout the hall, and the woman in his arms stiffened.

He rubbed his nose, a surge of heat rising in his heart, and a wave of palpitations washing over him.

what happened?

Who is talking about me?
A figure surfaced from the depths of his memory, making his scalp tingle.

Could it be that wicked disciple of "Strong Luck"?

I took this unfilial disciple in because I valued his "Strong Luck" attribute and needed him for the skill advancement quest.

But he found that he couldn't control this person. The other person seemed to be genuinely grateful to him, but kept pushing him into the abyss!

The foundation he built in the Great Qian Dynasty was destroyed by him time and time again!

So he stopped dwelling on this wicked disciple with "strong luck" and started using him to do some things.

He led Dong Changsheng to Qingxu Temple.

He couldn't join the Heavenly Furnace Sect, so he chose to join the Qingxu Temple on Qingxu Mountain near Anhe City.

His aptitude was not high, so he entered the outer sect. As for that Master Xuanyuan, he only made promises but did not teach any real methods. The task he was given was almost always to kill him afterward!
So he took advantage of a mission to go down the mountain and escaped. He even left his life token with the Xuan Yuan Sect Leader and didn't hesitate to actually die once, greatly reducing his game time.

He lured Dong Changsheng there to take revenge on Xuan Yuan!
"You wicked disciple, you wicked disciple!"

"I have already shown you the way, so you must never forget the great kindness and virtue that Qingxu Temple has shown you!"

He muttered something under his breath, then hugged the beauty in his arms even tighter.

Even so, the tremor in his heart still could not be completely calmed.

He has already met the special prerequisites for being on the "grey list" to obtain the second-generation "Spark of Life" repair potion.

Now, we're just waiting for the drug to be successfully developed.

……

Meanwhile, in the Guixi Sect.

Dong Changsheng was sweeping the ground with a broom.

He was also thinking about his future.

After repaying the great kindness of the Qingxu Temple abbot, I should go and find my mentor.

Senior Sister Su is now incredibly powerful, and Junior Brother Wang... well, his "wife" is even more unfathomable.

Perhaps, I can ask the two of them to help me find my master.

At that time, I will be able to properly repay my teacher's kindness in giving me a second chance at life!

……

In a tedious, complicated, and almost numb atmosphere, a day of forced labor finally came to an end.

Lin Qingfeng looked at the progress bar on the sect panel, which had finally filled up, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Sect Contribution Points (NPC): 500000 / 500000

[Conditions have been met!]

The next moment, a grand system notification sounded in the ears of all Guixi Sect players:

The sect advancement quest, "Return to Dawn Secret Realm," is about to begin!

[Only players can enter; NPCs must enter through a special selection process. Maximum number of NPCs: 4.]

[Detected: There are currently 15 NPCs within the sect. The [NPC Sect Grand Competition] will be automatically activated to determine the final winners.]

Lin Qingfeng was stunned when he saw the message, then slapped his thigh.

"Damn! I knew it! I knew something was missing before this secret realm opened!"

"Isn't this just the sect competition?!"

"Which fantasy cultivation novel doesn't hold a sect competition to celebrate before opening a secret realm or going out for training?!"

(End of this chapter)