C3

At the end of each month, there was a meeting at the end of the month.

At this gathering, the clan will also distribute cultivation resources to everyone.

The distribution of cultivation resources was divided into different levels based on the difference in strength.

Because the Chonglou was a young master from an influential family, it received the most cultivation resources.

However, because the training potential of the tower was too trashy, this made many people unhappy.

The reason why the Xuan Core had been destroyed was only because of the conflict between the two sides.

However, the Heavy Tower now was not the cultivation trash that had died.

She was holding onto Qianxue's hand as they walked together. Qianxue, who was wearing a light-green dress, had attracted the attention of many people.

She was tall and slender with a graceful figure. As she slowly walked over, she carried a strand of immortal spiritual energy; it was as if she was an azure-dressed fairy.

When they saw that Qianxue and Chonglou were travelling together, many of them revealed jealousy and anger.

This kind of person was actually able to receive the favor of the number one beauty in the family.

It was like a flower stuck in cow dung.

"Brother Chong, it's the Chonglou's second generation ancestor. H-he's actually fine?"

Beside Chong Ben, a young disciple widened his eyes in disbelief.

Yesterday, he saw with his own eyes that the tower had been destroyed.

However, it had only been a day and the tower had actually recovered. Not only did it recover, it was also holding hands with the goddess of his dreams.

"Chonglou!"

"Why don't you just be a waste?"

"Why are we walking together with Qianxue?"

Seeing this scene between Qianxue and the heavy tower caused his eyes to nearly pop out of their sockets, and his killing intent surged.

"Chong Ben, didn't you and Zhong Zhou cripple my big brother?"

"How come nothing happened to him?"

A cold and gloomy youth walked to the side of Chong Ben, a grim expression on his face.

When the youth saw the tower holding onto Qianxue, the corners of his eyes slightly narrowed. As he clenched his fist, the veins in his body bulged.

"Young Master Li."

"Big brother Zhong Zhou and I had clearly wasted the tower's Xuan Core yesterday …"

Heavy Ben hurriedly said to the cold teenager beside him.

"If he's really crippled, he wouldn't be standing here."

"You must have been deceived by him. He wasn't crippled by you at all."

"Fortunately, I still have the chance to make amends."

"When the gathering starts, go challenge him. You should know what to do."

"The Prefecture is undergoing closed-door training. I hope you can handle this matter well by yourself."

He then walked towards the meeting place.

This vicious youth called Chong Li was none other than the younger brother of the Heavy Tower.

At the reunion plaza.

It was already a sea of people.

The Chong Family was one of the Four Great Families of Yan Wu City, and its branch was about five to six thousand people.

At the monthly gathering, almost half of the clan's disciples would gather here.

Receiving cultivation resources required for a month.

Because Chonglou was a young master from a wealthy family, he walked straight to a rather conspicuous place on the assembly platform.

"This is truly amazing."

Looking around the grand martial dao arena, the Heavy Tower immediately felt a sense of pride.

Before the gathering had begun, the clansmen had already arrived.

The host of this meeting, aside from the elders of the clan, was the leader of the Multi Clan, the father of the Multi Tower, Zhong Yan.

"Lou!"

"Aren't you …"

When Zhong Yan saw that the tower was safe and sound, he immediately opened his eyes wide.

But now, he was greatly shocked.

The tower that had originally been a cripple was now standing right in front of him.

However, after seeing Qianxue, a look of understanding suddenly appeared in Zhong Yan's eyes.

"Could it be that Qianxue …"

Zhong Yan thought to himself and could not help but show a grateful expression.

Qianxue was not a descendant of a noble family, but a mysterious girl that lived in a noble house.

Qianxue's status was extremely terrifying, and the entire upper echelons of the heavy families were very wary of her.

The tower had been destroyed, but now it was safe and sound. Zhong Yan thought that it was Qianxue who had saved the tower.

Since the building was uneventful, naturally, Zhong Yan was overjoyed and excited.

"Father, I'm fine."

Brother Chonglou said respectfully to Yanzhi.

Although he had a cheap old man after his rebirth, in terms of memory, this old man seemed to treat him well.

The heavy tower valued friendship. Since the heavy stone treated him well, the tower would respect him as well.

"Patriarch, the gathering has begun."

An old man as thin as a Sun Eagle said coldly!

The old man's gaze shifted to the tower. His expression grew even colder.

This old man who was as thin as a Sun Eagle was the second elder of the Chong family, the Heavy Eagle.

"Cough cough, the clan gathering begins!"

The pavilion was safe and sound, and the overjoyed and excited Zhong Yan immediately announced the start of the meeting.

As usual, after the clan training, they began distributing cultivation resources.

"Chong Li, didn't the Multi State Tower get destroyed yesterday? Why is he still fine? "

"The day of the Origin Spirit Awakening will be three days away."

"If the tower turns over and you really become the successor, then you will forever be the second son of the house. Aren't you in a hurry?"

The second elder coldly asked as he moved closer to Zhong Li's side.

"Second Elder, there's no need to be anxious."

"Yesterday's matter had a small problem that can be solved immediately."

"Moreover, with Big Brother Trash's cultivation talent, so what if my Origin Spirit has awakened?"

"In my eyes, he is trash. Trash that will be beneath my feet forever."

"He's not worthy to be my opponent."

The harsh and disdainful cold voice spoke.

"Zhong Li, here are your cultivation resources for next month."

"Ten Tier 1 Qi Drawing Pills, five Tier 2 Qi Training Pills, and a bottle of Tier 2 Foundation Elixir."

"Cultivate well. After three days, your Origin Spirit will awaken. Try to awaken a high quality Origin Spirit."

"Father hopes that you and your brother can bring our family to a new height."

Zhong Yan patted his youngest son's shoulder as he said this, full of expectation.

However, what Zhong Yan didn't know was that his youngest son was abnormally vicious. He was just thinking of killing Chonglou.

"Rest assured father, Li'er and big brother will live up to their expectations."

Heavy smile.

His youngest son's body was a bit too cold. This was also the reason why he had always disliked being harsh.

However, Zhong Yan did not mind it too much. He looked towards the tower with a joyful expression.

"Lou."

"Here are your cultivation resources for next month."

"Ten Tier 1 Qi Drawing Pills, five Tier 2 Qi Training Pills, and two bottles of Foundation Elixir."

"You are weak, so you have to work harder."

Zhong Yan gave a bottle of Foundation Elixir to Chonglou.

Perhaps to Zhong Yan, he was only concerned about the tower.

However, in his eyes, it was filled with incomparable rage.

Heavy Li abhorred his father's bias.

His big brother's training talent was trash, yet he received even more cultivation resources than he did.

Why did he get less cultivation resources than Big Bro?

Heavy Li was extremely unwilling to accept this, and his killing intent towards Chonglou was also getting stronger and stronger.

After accepting the cultivation resources, Li Jun gave a meaningful glance to Zhong Shuo who was standing to the side. The latter understood what was going on and walked over to a conspicuous place on the high platform.

"Lord Patriarch."

"I want to challenge young master Chonglou."

His voice was loud enough for the whole crowd to hear.

The challenge that was sent out by Overlord immediately caused a commotion among the crowd.

Assemblies can challenge each other and show their strength.

The challenge of overstatement was not a violation of any rules.

However, Chonglou's strength wasn't that great, and he was even called trash.

It was a group of young martial artists that belonged to the weakest disciples of the major clans.

This was because a small problem had arisen with regards to the challenge.

Everyone understood that he was only trying to cause trouble in order to make things difficult for them.

"Repeat!" "If you don't court death, you won't die …"

The corners of his lips curled slightly when he heard this name.