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Chapter 42: Entry Name: Ascension Path
Chapter 42: Entry Name: Ascension Path
"What do you think, Qiu Brother?"
Fat Dragon patted the page boy's smooth head and turned to Chen Qiu, his mind filled with curiosity about what this person might gamble and win.
However, the decision ultimately rested with Chen Qiu, and he couldn't act on his own initiative.
The Flower Offering Sect wasn't exactly a righteous sect, and his survival and repeated breakthroughs in cultivation within the sect weren't solely due to his secret techniques but also his ability to read the situation.
Who could refuse a junior who never opposed you and always followed your orders?
To be a great leader,
one must be strong, charismatic, have a strategic vision, navigate complex relationships with various powers, and provide sufficient benefits to their followers.
But to be a great follower,
one only needs to find a great leader and follow closely in their footsteps.
Which one is easier is self-evident.
At least, with Qiu Brother's current progress, as long as he doesn't encounter any setbacks, he feels that his life will undoubtedly be more comfortable than it was in the Flower Offering Sect.
"Let's go and take a look."
Chen Qiu played with the jade fan in his hand and gestured for the page boy to lead the way.
"Okay!"
The page boy excitedly waved his hand and signaled for the carriage driver nearby to come and pick up the guests. After about a cup of tea's time, Chen Qiu and his group arrived at their destination—the central square of Fufeng City.
It was a square platform about three feet high, devoid of any weeds. On the platform, one could vaguely see the mottled bloodstains left by the passage of time. Usually, the city governor's mansion would post notices here, which would then be disseminated throughout the city.
Occasionally, the square would also serve other purposes, such as public executions.
Today, the square was already surrounded by people.
Neat rows of small chairs were set up around the square, many of them already occupied by waiting spectators chatting with each other. Temporary railings had been erected on the nearby low houses, and the roofs were also filled with onlookers.
As they walked along.
Chen Qiu noticed that in many corners of Fufeng City, Parent-Child Mirrors were transmitting live images of the square.
"Parent-Child Mirror."
This was a special spirit treasure with the unique function of transmitting images from one location to another through a parent mirror, which was then relayed to other locations via child mirrors. One parent mirror was usually paired with twelve child mirrors, and its value was not insignificant, somewhat similar to a telepathic ring but also different. It was stationary, not portable, and had a shorter range, but the image quality was clearer.
"Wow!"
Fat Dragon couldn't help but whistle as he scanned the crowd: "There are quite a lot of people."
At that moment, in a courtyard near the square.
Liu Gongfeng was instructing a group of about a dozen dirty-looking children in front of him: "Do you all remember what I just said? Remember to add that many scions from noble families and sects have come."
"Go now!"
"For every person you bring, I'll give you 100 coppers!"
As his words fell.
The dirty children's eyes lit up with excitement, and they rushed out of the door. For them, 100 coppers was a considerable sum.
After the children left.
The middle-aged man standing next to Liu Gongfeng spoke with a bitter expression: "Gongfeng, although I've given you full authority to handle this, don't you think it's a bit too much? Sending gifts and renting those expensive clothes..."
"What if we lose money?"
"Sir."
Liu Gongfeng sighed lightly and looked at the master of the house with a solemn expression: "When have I ever let you lose money?"
"Although Fufeng City doesn't have a rule requiring large-scale events to be reported to the government, think about it. If we don't report it and don't offer some benefits, what will the city governor think when we create such a commotion in the city?"
"Moreover, if the Fufeng City officials don't come to maintain order, what if some troublemakers show up?"
"These expensive garments must be rented, sir. Do you know what these noble families and sects' disciples fear the most? They all carry a sense of superiority, and they dread being perceived as having poor taste."
"So, when we promote this event, we must emphasize that many people of their status will also be attending. Otherwise, they might think that watching someone chop up cattle is shameful."
"Once they arrive and see that everyone's clothing is of good quality, they'll naturally want to blend in, and they won't feel embarrassed. When people follow the crowd, their intelligence often halves!"
"Trust me, sir, this won't be a loss. With the Spirit Stones we've collected so far, we've already recouped our investment. It's just a matter of how much more we can make. Just wait for my good news, sir."
"Good."
The middle-aged man sighed, patted Liu Gongfeng's shoulder, and said helplessly, "Liu Gongfeng, I'm not questioning your abilities, but I'm genuinely anxious. Have I ever told you that I'm quite afraid of pain?"
"No."
"Oh."
Chen Qiu and the others had been waiting in the square for over half a day. The crowd around them grew, and the conversations became increasingly chaotic, but he gleaned valuable information from their chatter.
For instance, the two men beside him.
"I wonder which family this friend who's chopping up cattle belongs to. He's quite bold, randomly drawing eight white or green entries. Isn't he afraid of drawing a demon cultivator entry and sealing his own fate?"
"Indeed. What if he draws the classic demon cultivator entry—'Ascension Path: First Kill Your Parents, Then Your Child'?"
"The Fufeng City officials maintaining order would probably rush to kill him on the spot. This guy's a real gambler. If it were me, I wouldn't dare to gamble so openly in front of everyone. What's the difference between that and gambling with your life?"
"You never know. After all, only he can see the entry. If he doesn't show it off, isn't it over?"
"Then that directly proves he's up to no good. And with so many people here to see what entry he gets, he collects Spirit Stones without showing them? What a joke!"
Through this conversation, Chen Qiu learned that many entries were suitable for demon and evil cultivators, but these entries weren't explicitly labeled as such. If an entry was suitable for a demon cultivator, it meant that to fully utilize it, one would have to become a demon cultivator.
If one didn't use the entry, it meant they had no intention of becoming a demon cultivator, and that was fine.
As long as one didn't expose their entry in public or go to places where entries were scrutinized, there was generally no issue. Just because one had a knife didn't mean they'd become a butcher.
Only when obtaining the first-layer breakthrough pill for the Qi Condensation Stage and drawing a random entry, if one drew a demon or evil cultivator entry, they'd be executed on the spot. Other than that, as long as one didn't court death, no one would bother them.
This was similar to strict laws with lenient enforcement; as long as it wasn't publicly exposed, no one would interfere.
Of course, those who could go to the City Governor's Mansion to obtain the pill were usually impoverished. Given such an opportunity, most would be willing to become demon cultivators to change their miserable lives.
For instance—
The most classic demon cultivator entry, also the most widely known and identifiable one.
"Entry Name": Ascension Path.
"Entry Rank": White Entry.
"Entry Effect": For every direct lineage ancestor or descendant within three generations killed, obtain three Spirit Stones.
(End of Chapter)
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