King of Gods-Novel2

Chapter 1276: The Contest Begins

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Chapter 1276 – The Contest Begins

Zhao Feng knew nothing about the Pure Spirit Sacred Water, so he could only ask someone else. He didn’t know many core disciples, so he went to find the inner disciple Pan Hao.

“Brother Zhao, what matter have you come to find me for?” Pan Hao somewhat cautiously asked.

Zhao Feng’s ascendant rise to become the most brilliant genius of the Spiritual Race had inspired deep respect in Pan Hao. He was well aware that a vast gap existed between himself and Zhao Feng.

“What do you know about the Spiritual Race’s Pure Spirit Sacred Water?” Zhao Feng asked.

“The Spiritual Race’s Pure Spirit Sacred Water is best taken after a breakthrough. You directly broke through into Rank Six of the Heavenly Divine Realm, so the Pure Spirit Sacred Water’s effect on you should be several times the normal effect....” Pan Hao began to explain things to Zhao Feng.

In summary, Pure Spirit Sacred Water was capable of stabilizing Divine Stages and purifying Divine Power, as well as expelling impurities from the body.

Zhao Feng’s eyes twinkled as his attitude went from indifference to extreme interest in the Pure Spirit Sacred Water. If he could take some Pure Spirit Sacred Water after each breakthrough, he could almost immediately stabilize his cultivation level. This would be a massive boon to his development.

“Every faction has their own unique resource. The Spiritual Race’s Pure Spirit Sacred Water is equivalent to the Life Sacred Land’s Pools of Life, to be found nowhere else.” Zhao Feng had developed an even deeper understanding of this topic.

“In truth, the distribution of the Pure Spirit Sacred Water was originally going to be five years later, but it was moved up,” Pan Hao continued.

Originally, Pure Spirit Sacred Water was distributed every ten years. However, the distribution had been moved up this time, with the reason probably being Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng had become a Rank Six True God in one go, which was far too large of a leap. Moreover, Zhao Feng had refused to become a disciple of the upper echelons of the Spiritual Race, and the Spiritual Race feared that, without a master, Zhao Feng would be in such a rush to advance that his foundation would end up unstable, wasting his talent and potential. Thus, the distribution of Pure Spirit Sacred Water was moved up.

But because it was being distributed ahead of time, there were fewer spots available for the distribution.

Zhao Feng nodded. The Spiritual Race was treating him rather well. It was not in vain that he had rejected the Life Sacred Land’s invitation.

“No wonder they were all in seclusion.” Zhao Feng had gone to find Kong Die and Yuan Long, but they were also in seclusion.

“I wonder if I’ll ever be able to get any Pure Spirit Sacred Water....” Pan Hao shook his head and sighed.

Pure Spirit Sacred Water was only meant for Spiritual Race disciples between Rank Four and Rank Seven, but Pan Hao was only a Rank three True God. He didn’t even have the right to fight for a spot.

“If you cultivate hard, you’ll definitely get it!” Zhao Feng patted on Pan Hao on the shoulder.

“Mm!” Pan Hao gave a firm nod. After chatting for some time, he realized that Zhao Feng was the same Zhao Feng. Even though his status had risen, he still treated Pan Hao with the same attitude.

“I look forward to the day where you also enter the ranks of the core disciples!” Zhao Feng earnestly said and then took out several cultivation treasures.

Pan Hao nodded. Before, he hadn’t been very motivated to cultivate. But Zhao Feng’s astonishing action had lit up his resolve, and he was currently working very hard at cultivation.

“This...!” Pan Hao was so excited that he didn’t know what to say.

The cultivation treasures that Zhao Feng had taken out were meant for Rank Five True Gods and above, and even Rank Six True Gods would benefit enormously from using them. Even an inner disciple like him wouldn’t be able to get his hands on such resources.

The two chatted a little longer before going their separate ways. Pan Hao was in a rush to go back and cultivate while Zhao Feng planned to take a look around the Spiritual Race’s All Spirit Hall.

The All Spirit Hall was where the Spiritual Race stored its techniques and skills. Now that he was an Ancient God, Zhao Feng had yet to find a technique that was suitable for him.

The moment he appeared, a guardian Elder showed up and told Zhao Feng that he needed to exchange contribution points for the techniques of the Spiritual Race.

Zhao Feng had done missions as a periphery disciple, so he was somewhat familiar with contribution points.

“How many contribution points does it take to exchange for a technique suitable for an Ancient God?” Zhao Feng asked so that he could get an idea of the costs.

“One hundred thousand to two hundred thousand.”

The guardian Elder’s words gave Zhao Feng’s mind a jolt.

Zhao Feng immediately left.

The contribution points he had built up as a periphery disciple only amounted to around one hundred. Although he was now a core disciple and could get higher-level missions that offered more contribution points, getting more than a hundred thousand would take an incredible amount of time.

“The All Spirit Hall happens to have a technique that cultivates the Five Elements and can let one break through into the God Lord level. Five hundred thousand contribution points!” the guardian Elder messaged Zhao Feng as he was leaving.

“A technique that can let one break through into the God Lord level... five hundred thousand?” Zhao Feng instantly understood and clicked his tongue.

He finally understood how precious a suitable Ancient God cultivation technique was. Just the ordinary ones cost a hundred thousand-some contribution points, but they would only bring one to Rank Nine at most. Techniques that could be cultivated all the way to the God Lord level were practically priceless.

“There’s no rush. I just broke into Rank Seven. I still have time to find a technique,” Zhao Feng helplessly said.

Upon returning to his residence, he activated the palace’s defensive array and entered the Spacetime Robe Dimension.

“I’m in no rush to raise my cultivation. Let’s work on improving my Intent energy!” Zhao Feng made up his mind.

He had many Intents. The stronger ones were the Five Elements, Wind Lightning, and Spacetime Intents. Among his Intents, only Metal, Lightning, and Space had reached Level Five. The rest were at level Four, while his Time Intent was actually at only the peak of Level Two.

Zhao Feng took out many Five Elements Intent Crystals to comprehend Five Elements Intent while he used the Spacetime Robe to cultivate Spacetime Intent.

That was internal comprehension. Externally, Zhao Feng used the blood of the Blood Flame Qilin Race to strengthen his Ancient Blood Devil Sun bloodline.

Around a hundred days later, Zhao Feng ended his cultivation.

“The Five Elements Intent and Wind Lightning Intent have all been raised to Level Five while my Time Intent has risen to Level Three.”

Zhao Feng was quite satisfied with the results. With all five of the five elements having reached Level Five, his strength had been given a significant boost.

Of course, his Intent energies had been able to increase so quickly primarily because his cultivation was simply too high. Ever since he had broken through, he hadn’t spent much time raising the levels of his Intents.

For example, if Zhao Feng chose to comprehend any ordinary Intent, he would need only a few days to grasp the basics.

“Today should be the day the Pure Spirit Sacred Water is distributed.” Zhao Feng left his palace.

“Brother Feng, you finally came out. Today is the day the Pure Spirit Sacred Water will be distributed!” Zhao Yufei was already waiting for him outside.

The pair went off to the central plaza of the core disciple region.

Four round fighting stages had been set up on the plaza. Many Spiritual Race disciples were gathered around each one.

“Look, it’s Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei!”

“I’m so envious! A talented man and a beautiful woman! It’s a perfect match!”

The arrival of Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei immediately attracted the attention of the crowd.

Zhao Feng was the Spiritual Race’s most brilliant genius while Zhao Yufei was the Spiritual Race’s number one beauty. She was also the most talented female disciple of the Spiritual Race.

A few inner disciples were extremely envious and admiring of this couple. A few of the strong core disciples viewed Zhao Feng with cold looks of hostility.

“His strength is unfathomable!” Only True God Nu Ji and True God Zhi Gang, people who had fought with Zhao Feng, treated him with deep respect.

“He’s Zhao Feng?” Jin Wei’s older brother Jin Kun coldly stared.

He wanted to find a chance to challenge Zhao Feng earlier, but Zhao Feng hadn’t been home. And in this contest for the Pure Spirit Sacred Water, his cultivation wasn’t the same as Zhao Feng’s, so they wouldn’t have a chance to fight.

“Zhao Feng? He’s the one who became a Rank Six True God in one go?” A handsome and icy-faced youth shot Zhao Feng an apathetic glance.

“What? Ancient God Ice Origin isn’t also thinking about attacking him, right?” a Rank Seven Ancient God of the Spiritual Race joked.

The other people in the area instantly perked up their ears.

Ancient God Ice Origin was the strongest prodigy of the last generation. He had just become a Rank Seven Ancient God, but he was already capable of defeating ordinary Ancient Gods of the Spiritual Race.

The Spiritual Race had placed high hopes on Ancient God Ice Origin, and previously, he had been one of the experts with the highest chance of obtaining Zhao Yufei’s hand.

Alas, even someone like Ancient God Ice Origin was met with blunt refusal from Zhao Yufei. Now, the man that Zhao Yufei favored had directly broken into Rank Six and become the strongest genius in the history of the Spiritual Race.

“Hmph, everyone beneath Ancient God is an ant!” Ancient God Ice Origin haughtily proclaimed.

“This really is a five-star faction. There are at least ten Rank Seven Ancient Gods here!” Zhao Feng examined the Rank Seven Ancient Gods around the four fighting stages.

These Ancient Gods were all rather young. The Spiritual Race also probably had a few Ancient Gods that were no longer disciples and naturally didn’t have the right to compete for the Pure Spirit Sacred Water.

“Damn! This kid is ignoring us!” At the Rank Six True God stage, an apish youth with a large body and thick arms grumbled.

Zhao Feng was a Rank Six True God, but when he arrived, he went to examine the Rank Seven Ancient God stage. These Rank Six True Gods believed that Zhao Feng wasn’t taking them seriously.

A little while later, more and more Spiritual Race disciples appeared on the plaza. Almost everyone was here, with the only exceptions being an extremely small number of people who were out on missions and not able to return.

“This distribution of Pure Spirit Sacred Water is early, so the number of spots available has been halved. Let’s all do our best,” a loud voice suddenly rang through the air.

Everyone present immediately fell silent.

The Elder supervising this contest was a prestigious and respected Elder of the Spiritual Race. He was also extremely strong.

Of course, the rest of the Spiritual Race’s upper echelon was still watching this contest in secret. action

“After this contest is over, I have another matter to announce!” the Ancient God Elder solemnly proclaimed.

The crowd instantly began to speculate. It was no minor matter if it was being announced before so many disciples of the Spiritual Race.

“Now, let the Pure Spirit Sacred Water Contest... begin!”

The crowd immediately began to buzz with chatter, everyone finding it difficult to restrain their excitement.

Swoosh...

Four Elders suddenly distributed themselves to the four fighting stages.

Before the battles began, the participants at each stage needed to draw lots.

“Now, begin the battle according to the number you drew. Each person will have to fight with everyone else. In the end, you will be ranked by the number of victories!”

The officiating Elder had barely spoken when an apish youth stepped onto the stage.

“Who’s my first opponent!? Hurry and get up here!” the youth scanned the crowd with arrogant eyes as he roared.

“I didn’t think that Bao Yuan would be number one. I wonder who his opponent is. It will be a disaster for them!” The crowd below began to chat.

Bao Yuan was a peak Rank Six, one of the strongest competitors at this stage.

Swish!

Zhao Feng appeared across from Bao Yuan.

The crowd instantly fell silent.