For the next couple of days, the Spirit Link became a sensation throughout the sect.
Additionally, the grade of one's Spirit Link became a symbol of status among disciples.
Beyond that, all the elders—both inner and core—purchased the Deluxe Spirit Link.
At first, they assumed it was similar to the traditional voice transmission talisman, but they were mistaken. The Deluxe Spirit Link was much more.
The core disciples, who prided themselves as elites, were initially indifferent to its abilities. However, when they discovered who had created it, they were speechless.
Although the news was kept under wraps, many core disciples learned the truth from their masters.
With each passing day, more Spirit Links were sold, and it soon became a trend in the sect to flaunt one's Spirit Link.
Anyone holding a common-grade Spirit Link was looked down upon. They were called poor, and female disciples ignored them as if they were a plague.
To maintain a decent status, a disciple needed at least a Standard-grade Spirit Link.
As for those using the Deluxe Spirit Link, they were the nobility of the sect.
Since the Deluxe Spirit Link couldn't communicate with the Standard or Common grades, many male disciples were forced to buy one for their girlfriends—or aspiring girlfriends.
In fact, in their attempts to woo female disciples, many ended up purchasing Deluxe Spirit Links.
As a result, Mo Jin and Zhao Tian were making tens of thousands of spirit stones per day. Furthermore, the fame of the Thousand Wealth Chamber spread throughout the sect and beyond.
If one were to ask the disciples who the richest person in the sect was, they would unanimously say, "The owner of the Thousand Wealth Chamber."
And right now, that owner was lost in training.
"Huh!" Mo Jin let out a deep breath as he opened his eyes.
"Finally, I've broken through to Mortal Rank-7," he mused, a bright smile creeping onto his face.
It had taken him two days to advance from Mortal Rank-6 to Mortal Rank-7.
He would have been stuck at this stage for much longer if he had still possessed his previous brown low-grade talent.
[Name: Mo Jin]
[Race: Human]
[Talent: Blue high-grade]
[Cultivation: Mortal Rank-7]
[Auxiliary Talent. ]
Fist Talent: Common Understanding
Sword Talent: Common Understanding.
Runes Talent: Common Understanding.
Array Formation: Common Understanding.
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After taking a look at his stats, he stood up and stretched his body, his joints emitting a series of cracking sounds.
He did a few warm-up exercises and could feel the thickness of his blood Qi.
Without pausing, he picked up his sword and began practicing the Thunderstrike Slash. With each slash, a faint sound of thunder echoed through his courtyard.
If anyone had seen this, they would have been shocked—it was the Greater Success stage of the Thunderstrike Slash.
While Mo Jin was immersed in his cultivation, the Dust Valley Sect received an unwelcome visitor.
The Radiant Sun Sect—both a neighboring and a rival sect.
As the Radiant Sun Sect elders and disciples walked into the Dust Valley Sect, their faces were filled with disdain.
They prided themselves as the leading sect in the region, believing all other sects were beneath them.
"What brings you to my sect?" Elder Cui Long asked with a deep frown.
Whenever the Radiant Sun Sect paid them a visit, it only meant one thing—trouble.
"What do you mean?" Elder Gong De replied, his tone laced with arrogance. "Can't we visit your sect? You should be honored that we graced you with our presence."
"Hmph! Gong De, if you don't state your purpose, I'll have to ask you to leave immediately."
Seeing the seriousness on Elder Cui Long's face, Elder Gong De realized he wasn't joking.
"We've come for a martial exchange and to discuss an important matter with your sect master."
Elder Cui Long furrowed his brows, he knew this was bad news. With a sigh, he led the Radiant Sun Sect to the martial arena while sending a message to the sect master.
Quickly, news of the Radiant Sun Sect's challenge spread throughout the sect, and the martial arena was soon packed with outer and inner court disciples alike.
"Make sure to crush them," Elder Gong De said in a low voice to the disciples behind him.
They nodded, their gazes filled with hostility.
This was their chance to prove to the world that they were more powerful and talented than the Dust Valley Sect's disciples.
As they waited for the challenge to begin, they noticed many Dust Valley Sect disciples holding a sleek device with pride.
"What is that in their hands?" a female disciple asked curiously.
"Who cares? As long as we crush them, nothing else matters," a tall, well-built male disciple responded with disdain.
Elder Gong De glanced at the male disciple and smirked.
"Let's begin," Elder Cui Long announced, his voice echoing throughout the massive arena as he turned his gaze toward the Radiant Sun Sect. "You all know the rules. Let the first challenger step forward."
Without hesitation, a slim boy wielding a wide saber leaped onto the stage. His face looked innocent, but his weapon told an entirely different story.
"I am a Mortal Rank-3 warrior. Who will be my opponent?" he shouted, brimming with confidence.
"I'll be your opponent."
A male disciple from the Dust Valley Sect stepped down from his seat, eyeing his opponent with disdain.
Coincidentally, he also wielded a saber.
"Begin!" Elder Cui Long commanded.
Both disciples were at Early Mortal Rank-3, and the crowd expected an even match. However, what happened next left them in shock.
Whoosh!
The Radiant Sun disciple closed the distance in an instant and swung his saber down. The blade sliced through the air like a razor.
"Ah!"
The Dust Valley Sect disciple barely had time to react, only managing to raise his weapon at the last moment.
Bang!
The sabers clashed, and a powerful force surged through his arms. His legs trembled as he staggered backward, but his opponent gave him no chance to recover.
Bang!
With another strike, the Dust Valley Sect disciple was sent flying out of the stage.