Reaper of the Martial World

Book 10: Chapter 84: Lower (3)

The five geniuses coldly swept their gaze over the several thousand tower quadrant youths. They each had the almost ethereal presence only sprites could and were all either handsome or beautiful beyond what words could describe. It was easy to see why one might confuse the sprites as the pinnacle race of this Modern Era.

They hardly batted an eye to the looks of displeasure they received.

At that moment, one of the five stepped forward. She had sharp brows and a piercing aura. It was very likely that she was a weapon sprite of some sort.

“Your rage means nothing to use, so I believe it’s in all your best interests to place it down. This exchange is taking place because the elders of our Sprite Alliance have decided that the coming war needs every hand our Mortal Plane has available to participate, however this does not mean we will just hand you our resources. There are many more deserving of the Sprite Alliance’s full support. If you want anything from us, you’ll have to earn it. The only things we will hand out for free are these accommodations and an opportunity. historical

“Our Sprite Alliance is separated into five powers. The Armament Sprites, the Earthen Sprites, the Spiritual Sprites, the Oracle Sprites, and the Heavenly Sprites. Each sub race is headed by a Higher Existence. Simply put, you all are not worthy of our kind intentions.

“If you really believe you deserve more than watch you’ve received, ask yourselves what you’ve done to deserve it first.”

Her words were like a bucket of cold water over many of their heads. That was right, this was the martial world. Since when had they ever been owed anything? Wasn’t it just a blessing to be here?

“The way things will work is simple. Everything will be by merits and contributions. Since we are giving you something, we want something in return.

“Missions will be posted right here in this clearing at the center of your village. You will only be allowed to leave these walls should you have accepted a mission. If you fail three missions in a row, you will have one of two options. Enter a probationary period of one year where you will act as a miner for our Sprite Alliance, or be sent back to your tower quadrants.

“Of course, there is also the possibility of permanently leaving these walls and entering the true training program out Sprite Alliance has created for worthy geniuses. However, this will require three things.

“First, the completion of 100 one-star missions. Second, cultivation of the Pseudo Dao Realm. And third, lasting in battle for ten minutes against any one of the five of us.

“If there are no other questions, I’ll be on my way.” The young woman waved her hand, piercing a tall ten meter post that appeared from her spatial ring into the ground. It whirled to life, suddenly revealing image of missions and exchange rates.

The geniuses here were all shocked when they realized these so-called one-star missions required power infinitely close to the Dao Realm to complete. Their faces couldn’t help but pale.

The meaning of all of these was clear… If you didn’t have the strength of a Dao Formation Realm expert come 80 years from now, you would be nothing but useless to the coming battle!

Without another word, the young woman vanished. It seemed she held quite some power among the five sprite youths, because the moment she left, the tense atmosphere they wafted was cut in half, a few of them even sighed in relief.

“I suggest that if when you’re choosing which of us to challenge, you avoid her at all costs, or else don’t blame us for the result.” He said cheekily.

It seemed like a good-mannered heads up, but the tone he used made them feel an inexplicable sense of inferiority and discomfort.

“My name is Terren, a member of the Earthen Sprites. She might be uptight, but I’m much less so.” His greedy eyes swept over the youths. “You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours. I don’t feel the need to put on airs. I’m sure you understand that since we drew the short end of the stick in receiving you all, we’re pretty much bottom feeders here. Just like you all, I’m looking to make the most of my… opportunities.”

A cold chill swept up the spines of many of the young female geniuses as they hurried to avoid his invasive gaze.

“Your optimism isn’t bad, Terren.” Another young man patted Terren’s shoulder. “Who among you can speak for the rest?”

True God Star cleared his throat. “I can.”

The young man swept a glance over True God Star, but it was only when he noticed Cativa standing a half step behind him did his eyes light up.

“A fellow sprite, is it? I see, I see. You must be from the Star Clan. We were informed of your arrival.” Though this young man was speaking to True God Star, his steps were very clearly walking toward Cativa, neither had his gaze shifted from her. It was only a minor fraction of a degree difference in path, but with how high all their cultivations were, how could they not notice?

Many looked toward True God Star, wondering how he would react. Though he had three wives, everyone was well aware that Cativa was favorite. Plus, even if he liked her the least, she was still his wife! Would the mighty True God that lorded over them all lower his head?

Unfortunately, this was exactly what happened. True God Star pretended not to notice these subtle actions at all as he continued to smile amicably…

He nodded and chatted with this unnamed young man as though he couldn’t tell at all that his gaze was raking over his wife’s body as though he would devour her where she stood.