Jone woke up early the next day and then remembered something else he hadn't checked.
He looked at the ring on his finger, it was the storage ring his master had given him.
Soon he sent out his energy, but he couldn't see what was inside or use it, so he thought of something and quickly bit his finger.
A drop of purple-red blood with a bizarre aura shot out from his finger and fell onto the ring.
The ring quickly sucked up the drop of blood and glowed slightly, and then Jone felt a connection with the ring and could finally see what was inside.
On the ring were two sets of black clothes with purple details and a small purple horn embroidered on them. Jone guessed that these were the clothes of the direct disciples.
In addition to several other clothes, some white and some black, Jone was very pleased.
There were some animal meats and a small mountain of stones filled with Qi, as well as many gold coins.
Jone knew that gold was used among mortals, and these Qi stones were the currency used by cultivators. Just like for cultivation, but for Jone it would only be used as money.
There were other random things that would come in handy at some point.
Jone then took his scythe and bow and sent them into the ring.
He then went down to the first floor, thinking about what to do that day since he was free for now.
Upon arriving at the first floor, he heard a knock on his door. Jone quickly went to the door, curious to know who was calling him.
Jone opened the door and saw Deacon Xu standing in front of him.
"Ah, so it's you, old man. What happened?"
Deacon Xu looked into Jone's eyes and was frozen again, but not for the same reason as before.
Now Jone's eyes were no longer scary but extremely beautiful, like two perfect jewels. Deacon Xu looked at those eyes in surprise but quickly bowed slightly and spoke.
"Young master, the sect master calls you to the sect hall."
"OK." Jone said as he passed the deacon as he walked to the hall.
He arrived quickly, there was no one on the way, as only the elite of the sect lived in this place, and generally everyone was isolated and focused on their cultivation. And the others were outside the sect, carrying out tasks.
Jone entered the hall and saw the sect master standing there, cultivating.
"I see the master." Jone spoke, but he didn't bow like the others, he didn't realize it, but now he acted naturally, with a slight arrogance.
The sect master opened his eyes and saw this, but he didn't care, after all, Jone was now his disciple, and he knew that people with mythical bloodlines were temperamental and acted as they pleased, with a latent arrogance that originated from their blood.
"I called you here to tell you something important, in six months, the demon branch competition will take place, and the fifty branches of the Blood Demon Sect will participate."
"Each demonic branch has five places; the five best disciples from each branch will participate in the competition. This event takes place every five years, and only young people up to the age of twenty can participate."
"Originally, there were five direct disciples in my sect, and one of them was a genius who was rarely seen in our demon horn branch; unfortunately, he was killed by disciples from another branch." Said the sect master with an ugly expression and a murderous aura.
"This competition is extremely important for all demonic branches, as depending on the ranking in the competition, the branches will receive better resources from the main sect. Our demon horn branch in strength is only in the middle of the fifty branches."
"With Long Fei, this year we would have a greater chance of receiving good resources from the main sect. It is a shame that he died, but now that you have appeared, we will have an even greater chance."
"I want you to cultivate as much as you can so that in six months you can participate in the competition. Your cultivation is very low compared to all the other participants, but with your bloodline, people of the same cultivation realm will not be your opponents."
"Some people from the Blood Demon Sect will be watching the competition to recruit potential geniuses into the main sect, the best thing to do is to get as far as possible in the competition and demonstrate your talent."
"When they discover your bloodline, the main sect will definitely take you to the mainland as soon as possible, and you will become a Blood Princess-level genius." The sect master said it excitedly.
Jone listened to what the sect master said without much interest, he had already decided to participate, win the competition, and go to the continent, which was a place much bigger than this place.
But when the Sect Master said that in the main sect he would be a genius on the same level as this Blood Princess, he quickly became curious.
"Master, this blood princess, is she the same as me?"
"Yes, she has one of the ten known mythical bloodlines."