Chapter 2049 Heading For The Imperial City

"As I said earlier, three bottom-rate sects who will win the first three places will be rewarded. Each winning sect will be given an opportunity to improve one of their disciples' level of strength. Of course, every winning upper-rate sect will receive a similar opportunity, but they will have a quota of three hundred disciples. That means they only need to be ranked in the top three hundred," Daxton lengthily explained.

"What do you mean? How exactly are they supposed to improve their strength?" Darren asked, his face still awash with confusion.

"Well, to be honest, I don't know either. The organizers haven't clarified what that part means yet. However, I heard other sect leaders talk about it, and it looks like they will guide the winners to an exceptionally arcane place where they could cultivate. Alex, I'm sure that with your strength, you'll win one of the top three places of the bottom-rate sects' assessment. Remember to use this opportunity to improve your strength and strive for further progress."

Daxton gazed at Darren with his eyes full of expectation. If Darren won any of the top three places, he would pull the Celestial Sect higher in the fabric of society, and they would become a justifiable middle-rate sect.

He had never thought he could be a middle-rate sect's leader before, not even in his wildest dreams!

But now, that future was close at hand. This thought lit his face in joy, and he felt happiness bubble up from his insides.

"I know. I'll do my best." Darren nodded earnestly.

This would be the first big event that Darren had attended since he a

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aring this, people broke off into small groups and gathered around the Divine Wind Sect's reception area.

"Wow! Big sects are so considerate. They certainly know how to treat people right."

"That's true. We are mere passers-by, but they don't seem to mind. The Divine Wind Sect's elders treat us with courtesy, unlike the other upper-rate sects. Indeed, this sect deserves its rate."

Some mutterings could be heard from the small groups, while the people drank tea and ate delicious dessert.

Of course, they regretted this later. They found that a cup of tea cost fifty grams of grade-eight metal. Their food cost as much as the fare!

A bottom-rate sect leader and two of his disciples ate and drank carelessly, not minding that they had eaten a lot. When the time to pay came, they were charged two kilograms of grade-eight metal in total. When they found out how much they had to pay, they were outraged and even threw a tantrum and made a scene.

Of course, the Divine Wind Sect's guards quickly intervened, took them into custody, and beat them up.

"Wow! I'm glad I didn't eat or drink anything. How can a cup of tea cost fifty grams of grade-eight metal? Damn it! They are nothing more than robbers!" Apollo, the Pockmark Sect's leader, shook his head in dismay.

"It's almost time. Everyone who has paid, please line up and enter the transmission array in order."

At this moment, a curtain of bright light appeared and a crack emerged from within it. The small hairline cracks soon grew wider and wider. That was the transmission array, activating a path to the imperial city.