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As for Yang Qi's promotion to a God, Bai Ying was heartbroken, he felt that he had lost his motivation.

He had witnessed Yang Qi's power for himself, but now that the other party was unable to continue supporting him, what other motivation did he have? It seemed that he could only become a god and strengthen his own position, and stop chasing after illusory things.

He was someone who had walked all the way here, from the breakthrough to the high level of willpower, to the promotion to the level of God's Mark King. Only now did he finally understand how difficult it was, to rely on the God's Mark to succeed in one fell swoop, without it, it would have been impossible for him to reach this step.

"Sigh, you can go ahead. After becoming an elite disciple, you'll more or less be able to acquire some status. After that, with your cultivation, you'll definitely be able to advance again and reach the middle, late, and peak of the lower gods … Once you become a God-level Grand Elder, your status will be much higher. No one will be able to do anything to you. " Bai Ying waved his hand with a dispirited look on his face.

Yang Qi shook his head and left.

After a while, he arrived at the Divine Kingdom and established himself on the plains. The Divine Hall was the most reasonable place for someone to enter, and once they reached the Divine level, they would be promoted from an official disciple to an elite disciple. Their status would greatly increase, but it would take a lot of tests.

Moreover, the elite disciples were divided into three stages, six stages, nine stages. The early, middle, late, and peak of the Demigod realm's elites received entirely different treatment.

A divine spark was one, two, three was an early Demigod, four or five was a mid-stage, six or seven was a late stage, and nine was the peak.

A divine spark was at least a God.

But of course, this was under normal circumstances. There were some peak Demigods whose divine sparks exceeded ten, reaching the eleventh, the twelfth … In fact, fifteen of them were at the peak of the Demigod rank. Such a person was a genius who could break through the limit and receive greater attention from the sect.

Yang Qi had cultivated for half a year in the ninth level of the Chaos Temple in the ruins of the Alchemy King's Shrine. In this half year, he had discovered a technique to suppress his divine spark. It was able to simulate the power of all sorts of divine sparks belonging to Demigods.

The Divine Seal Altar was extremely large, and the Divine Seal Altar was simply inconceivable. Countless disciples would be promoted every day, participating in the assessment and assessment of the Divine Seal Altar. This was also a big deal, as the benefits some disciples obtained were much greater than those of the Scripture Pavilion.

The moment Yang Ke walked through the entrance of the shrine, he saw two disciples guarding it. They ignored him and could not help but say, "I've become a god and have come to help."

"Oh? Cultivating to become a god? "Every day, there will be many disciples of the Divine Seal Decree who will advance into the Divine Realm. You have to wait in line." A disciple looked Yang Ke up and down, and shook his head, "Let's wait for a year or so first."

Yang Qi waved his hand, and ten divine notes appeared in everyone's hands.

The faces of the two disciples instantly became polite: "You really know your place. Kid, ten divine notes can reduce the queue time to one month."

Yang Qi once again dropped another 20 divine notes.

"The queue will only take three days." The two disciples looked at each other.

Yang Ke handed out another twenty pills, and the two disciples nodded their heads, "Very good, now we don't need to queue anymore. We can go and take the test now, come with us."

Immediately, two disciples led Yang Qi into the depths of the 'Temple of Promotion'. Within a secret room, a few God Elders were seated. The Elder looked at two disciples and asked, "Did they cut the queue to advance?"

"Yes." The two disciples said respectfully and whispered into Yang Qi's ears, "There are three Great Elders here. Quickly go and get something for each of us."

"Alright." Yang Qi naturally knew the rules, so he went up and handed over fifty divine notes to each of them.

The Great Elders nodded, "Not bad, not bad. Since that's the case, let's begin the test." While they were talking, the array formation in front of them activated. It was a hexagram, allowing Yang Qi to stand on it. Immediately, a surge of energy flowed into Yang Qi's body, and the array formation began to examine him.

"Strength of the divine spark is one. Physical fitness, vitality …" A series of array images were reported back. Sometimes, these Great Elder would nod his head, sometimes shake it, and finally delve deeper into Yang Qi's divine spark, "Very good, congratulations on successfully becoming a god. What's your name? Take out your jade tablet."

"Alright."

Every disciple of the Divine Seal Decree had a jade token that represented their status. This jade token was linked to their own lives. If a person had a jade token with them, then they would die.

The Great Elder took the jade token and injected his God Power into it, immediately revealing Yang Qi's information, "Yang Qi, two years ago, you entered the Divine Seal Decree and are now a guard disciple on the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion …"

"What?" Your name is Yang Qi? " The faces of one of the Elders changed.

"That's right, my name is Yang Qi." Yang Qi looked at the Head Elder and knew that there was something wrong with his mind. He could not help but sneer. He silently injected a stream of demon qi into the head elder's body and planted the demon embryo inside his body.

"I have something to do, you guys continue testing him." The Head Elder stood up and hurriedly left.

He continued to be tested, and after an hour, the two of them nodded their heads: "You are sure that you can become an elite disciple, but in order to become an elite disciple, you need to pay contribution points for the sect, but we have seen your jade token and there is not a single contribution point, this way, I can see that you are anxious to become an elite disciple, and I can help you make a business with contribution points. As long as you pay the 5000 God's banknotes, you can purchase some contribution points.

Yang Qi nodded, "Alright."

He knew that these Great Elders wanted him to take the money to buy back the merit points, but in reality, he could still earn a fortune. However, he did not care.

The merit points between disciples could be transferred to each other. Some disciples wanted to obtain a treasure from the sect, so they constantly bought back merit points to trade for items. As for some disciples, they felt that there was no use in taking out merit points, so they sold their merit points in exchange for divine money.

As long as one held their own jade tablet and paid a fee to transfer merit points to another, they could transfer merit points to another person. This was the power of the Divine Seal Altar Sect; they were able to distribute merit points themselves and let the people in their own sect trade with them.

At this moment, Yang Ke gave him 5000 god notes, and the matter of the merit points was quickly settled.

After a while, he became an elite disciple. Wearing the robe of an elite disciple, he received some pills and magic tools, which were all ordinary items, but his identity immediately became different. His position in the sect had greatly increased, and he was completely different from an official disciple.

Just like that Demigod elder and elite disciple from the Temple of Missions who were killed by Yang Qi, the country of Meng was scared out of its wits. In the end, the white-haired fist emperor could only kill the country of Meng to calm the situation down.

If it was said that an official disciple was dead, then the influential people could still deal with it with a single glance. If an elite disciple died, then they would more or less have to account for it.

Yang Qi had become an elite disciple, and the rest of the time, it was not over yet. He had to find people with real power in the sect through his management, and get himself a good job.

For example, the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

In that case, he would have to find a Grand Elder to provide him with some good oil and water so that he could use it. It was not something that could be done just by becoming an elite disciple.

However, if he did not advance to an elite disciple, he would definitely not get a good job.

There were some good jobs that could only be done with levels.

However, although the Scripture Pavilion is a good job, it isn't as good as the treasury, medicine storage, or barracks... Yang Qi had to think about these places when he went back, and see where he could find them.

At this time, deep within the white haired fist emperor's cave, the Great Elder who had been promoted to the divine hall hurried over to ask for an audience. After a long while, the white haired fist emperor finally let him in.

"What is it?" The white-haired fist emperor said lightly: "Do you not know that I am in closed door training?"

"It's like this, my lord. I found out that the Yang Qi you were going to deal with has appeared again?" The Great Elder suddenly said.

"Yang Qi? Which Yang Qi? " The white-haired fist emperor didn't think so at first.

"It's that Yang Ke from the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion, a friend of Bi Luo. He hasn't appeared for the past year, so our people from the Dragon Party thought that you destroyed him. However, he appeared again and even became a god."

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