Qianxing had just climbed to the ninety-eighth floor of the Tibetan Treasure Tower. He was a popular third-level disciple of Fuxi Mountain. When several people heard that he announced his family status, they quickly joined him.
Chunxia: "Are you Qianxing? When did you come? Why didn't I see you?"
Qianxing: "I've always been here."
"Impossible!" Wang Polu's subconscious loud voice startled everyone. Chunxia turned around and glared at him. Wang Polu quickly lowered his voice: "Why didn't I see you here?"
Qianxing: "Just... it's hard to explain." He actually couldn't explain it, so he could only change the topic: "I was present during Senior Sister Zhao's competition today, and that person from the Yanshui Sect was unilaterally obsessed with Senior Sister Zhao's beauty. He was lustful, and his performance was abnormal. Senior Sister Zhao seemed to be injured just after returning from Beihai, so she said a few more words to him, using delaying tactics. It was definitely not a honey trap as rumored outside, and it was definitely not a match-fixing."
Dai Tao: "I'm just telling you! Senior Sister Zhao is not that kind of person at all."
Chunxia: "Is she seriously injured?"
Qianxing shook his head: "I'm only in the third level, so I can't see clearly. But Senior Sister Zhao vomited blood after getting off the ring, and was brought back by Senior Brother Jiang."
Dai Tao's eyes shone brightly: "Hug? How do you hold me? Is it like a horizontal hug?"
Qianxing: "Yeah."
Dai Tao and Chun Xia looked at each other and smiled very obscenely: "Oh ho ho—"
In the middle of the "roar", the two of them were pushed to both sides by Wang Polu, and they almost fell to their knees.
Wang Polu stepped forward and grabbed Qianxing's arm with force: "You climbed to the ninety-eighth floor? A third-level spiritual root climbed three more floors than me! How did you do it? Forget it. Say this, you compete with me, walk, walk, get on the ring!"
There is a public arena in Yanyun Continent, and Wang Polu immediately wants to invite Qianxing to compete.
Qianxing refused: "No, no, senior brother, I..."
But his thin and frail little body, after being grabbed by Wang Polu, swayed randomly like a page in the wind, how could he have the strength to refuse?
Chun Xia hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Let go! Look, Lianxing's arm is not even thin enough for you to hold it. If you use any more force, you might break his arm!"
"How come? He is a master who can reach the ninety-eighth floor! His will, physique, and foundation...are absolutely top-notch!" Wang Polu was unwilling to let go and dragged Lianxing forward.
Chunxia protected his junior brother and hurriedly pulled him back. Qianxing was torn into pieces in the middle, and he almost shouted for help on the spot.
What about will, physique, foundation... Qianxing can reach the ninety-eighth level, it actually has nothing to do with these. He came from a prominent family. Before entering the tower, he stuffed his storage bag with elixirs and talismans, thinking that he could climb one more level, but in the end he didn't use most of these things.
Because all the divine consciousnesses in the Hidden Treasure Tower ignored him.
Others say that the Tibetan Treasure Tower is difficult to climb. The higher you go up, the more powerful the pressure of your spiritual consciousness will be. It will force third-level disciples to vomit blood and make them miserable... But for Qianxing, nothing happened and everything went smoothly. I just went out to catch a big market and strolled up to the ninety-eighth floor!
The reason why he stayed in the tower for a long time was because he did not dare to let the disciples who were traveling with him find that he was not restricted by the pressure of the Tibetan Artifact Tower, so he had to follow everyone's example and rest when it was time to rest and take medicine. Taking medicine... He went up to the 70th floor in this way. The last disciple who was traveling with him left, and he went all the way up to the 90th floor.
It started to get a little difficult after the ninetieth floor, but it was really only "a little bit" difficult. Qianxing walked up and down the steps and took a break, which made him sweat a little more, and he reached the ninety-eighth floor.
The steps in the middle from the ninety-eighth floor to the ninety-ninth floor were like being beaten into a wall by a ghost. No matter how hard he climbed, he could not cross it, so he had to stay where he was and meditate, thinking of a way... A long time passed like this, until he was beaten by a ghost. A wisp of consciousness on the ninety-eighth level was noticed.
The person who left his spiritual consciousness must be the senior from Fuxi Mountain. He marveled at Qianxing's physique for a long time, and finally said: "Don't waste your efforts. There are unique restrictions on the ninety-ninth floor. You must pass it with all your strength." Only those who have experienced the previous levels can climb up. A fish like you who slipped through the net is not allowed to climb to the top."
Regarding the senior's description of "a fish that slipped through the net", Qianxing cautiously expressed dissatisfaction: "Senior, can you change the word? Like a hidden pearl in the ocean..."
Divine Consciousness Jie Jie laughed a few times and said, "Okay, the fish slipped through the net."
Qianxing: I’m very unhappy, but I can’t refute it.
Divine Sense: "You have a pure heart and no inner demons. You and I are destined to have traveled all the way here. Don't be sad if you can't climb up. I will give you a meeting gift from my ancestors."
Qianxing felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, blowing along the steps to the ninety-ninth floor, then swirling back again, lifting his hair and clothes.
When he came to his senses, he had an additional magic weapon in his hand, which was a lamp with a simple shape.
Divine Consciousness: "This is the Eternal Night Lamp. It is the most suitable magic weapon in the entire Tibetan Treasure Tower. Take it and go back as soon as possible."
Qianxing was flattered and hurriedly lit his spiritual power on the lamp. Apart from sweeping away the floating ashes on the lamp, the magic weapon did not give him any response, like a dead thing. Moreover, it still smells rancid in the hand, like the smell of the saliva of the wild cat Qianxing used to raise.
Therefore, he quickly changed from being happy to being a little dissatisfied with this magic weapon: "Senior, I would like to ask, what grade is this magic weapon?"
Divine Consciousness: "Boy, the ninety-nine levels are full of good things. Just pick one will be enough for you to use for a lifetime, but you actually doubt its grade?"
So Qianxing returned to his flattered expression: "Ah, is it the ninth or ninth grade that is rare in the world?" He was so excited that he stuttered a little.
"It's the best."
Qianxing: "!"
Qianxing: "Thank you very much, senior! Don't you know the name of senior?"
The consciousness didn't answer, but smiled and stirred up a gust of wind, sending him out of the tower.
After leaving the tower, Qianxing concentrated on studying the magic weapon called Yongye Lantern. Unfortunately, after studying it for a long time, he didn't even understand it at all. The thing was placed in his storage bag like a tattered old thing. If he goes to a mortal pawn shop to pawn something, the shopkeeper will feel sorry for him and send him two copper coins.
All in all, Qianxing's ninety-eighth level is a very fruitful achievement. The seniors in Fuxi Mountain all wanted to accept him as his disciple, but Qianxing refused them because he only wanted to join Zhao Yisu's sect. This was the primary reason. There was also a secondary reason. It's just that he has a guilty conscience! Wouldn't it be possible for my three-legged cat's behavior to be exposed within a few days after becoming a disciple of those real people? It would be difficult for me to explain myself at that time, and it would be terrible if the sect misunderstood what cheating technique I used to climb the tower.
Wang Polu, who was at the foot of Midang Peak, actually wanted to compete with him in the ring?
Thinking of the rumor that this senior brother was the one who dared to hit the big devil with a hammer, Qianxing's head was about to break: "Really no, no need, senior brother, I admit defeat! Senior brother, please let go, let go..."
