Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 107 - 108: Demon Core in Exchange for Contribution Points

Chapter 107: Chapter 108: Demon Core in Exchange for Contribution Points

"Oh? Cheng Kong, along with people from the Qing Alliance, I’ve met them before."

Chu Fengmian’s lips curled into a slightly eerie smile as he heard Ao Wuming’s words.

"Chu saw that group seemed to be hunting a very powerful monster, perhaps those people all died in the monster’s mouth."

Chu Fengmian was correct, none from the Qing Alliance Martial Artists, including Cheng Kong, had died at his hands.

In fact, they had been killed by that ancient turtle-dragon, Chu Fengmian merely witnessed the scene.

Although the Demon Cores hunted by the Qing Alliance disciples previously were now in Chu Fengmian’s hands, one could say that Chu Fengmian had picked them up.

Chu Fengmian’s words, although calm,

to Ao Wuming, sounded absolutely chilling.

Died in the monster’s mouth? Merely happened to see?

How could it be such a coincidence, especially given the relationship between Cheng Kong and Chu Fengmian? For the Qing Alliance not to trouble Chu Fengmian was already fortunate, yet for Chu Fengmian to have just happened to witness it?

Seeing Chu Fengmian’s expression that was both mocking and not, Ao Wuming felt a chill in his heart.

Though Chu Fengmian appeared harmless, having seen Chu Fengmian’s actions, Ao Wuming understood.

Chu Fengmian was no kind soul.

He did not press further.

Cheng Kong’s fate had little relation to him; he was merely curious.

Lin Mozhu and Qu Wuyin had thoughtful expressions in their eyes as they looked at Chu Fengmian but did not speak.

"It’s time."

Next to the elder with white hair, an outer sect disciple whispered.

"Alright, ring the bell."

The elder with white hair scanned everyone, nodded, and spoke.

No matter how many unforeseen events came to pass, the assessment rules could not be changed.

"Dong."

The sound of the bell signified the end of the monster-hunting assessment.

"All Martial Artists, line up one by one to submit your Demon Cores."

"All of these Demon Cores can be exchanged for contribution points at Wusheng Academy; everyone will receive their own identity card."

As the white-haired elder spoke, a disciple from the outer sect handed out individual identity cards.

A Martial Artist stepped forward and took out about a dozen or so Demon Cores from his storage bag.

A dozen Demon Cores, a substantial quantity for those Martial Artists who had not yet reached the Body Tempering Stage.

"In total, they are worth a hundred and ten contribution points."

The elder with white hair looked at them and said.

"Name."

"Fang Ming."

The Martial Artist replied.

"Take your identity card and wait to the side."

The moment the elder spoke, the disciple beside him handed over an identity card.

It bore the name Fang Ming and the number one hundred and ten.

"One hundred and ten contribution points."

Chu Fengmian glanced at the Demon Cores and suddenly realized something.

The value of these Demon Cores was roughly equivalent to over three hundred Qi Gathering Pills; it seemed this monster-hunting assessment was also a form of revenue generation.

They bought the Demon Cores at a third of the price.

But to pass the assessment, countless Martial Artists would not likely hide them, and the contribution points given were compensation too.

"Next."

With the white-haired elder’s words, another Martial Artist stepped forward and took out all the Demon Cores from his storage bag.

People approached one by one, showing not much surprise.

"Next."

"I’m next."

Suddenly, a loud voice rang out, as Lin Mozhu, beside Chu Fengmian, strode forward.

"It’s Lin Mozhu."

"One of the four prodigies is finally stepping up. I wonder how many Demon Cores Lin Mozhu will have."

Although countless people were curious as to who might possibly take the first place, nearly everyone was clear.

Only the four prodigies, along with Chu Fengmian, could have a chance at taking the top spot.

The rest didn’t even qualify to compete.

"Whoosh."

Lin Mozhu opened his storage bag, and dozens of Demon Cores rolled out.

This number wasn’t considered high; the dozens of pills seemed few for someone with Lin Mozhu’s status.

But the next moment, when they noticed the power emanating from these Demon Cores, their expressions dramatically changed.

"They are all Demon Cores of Temper Body Realm Level Six or above."

"How terrifying, Lin Mozhu actually hunted so many monsters of Temper Body Realm Level Six or above, there were even a few Demon Cores from monsters of Temper Body Realm Level Eight."

Some onlooking Martial Artists were stunned.

The power of these beasts was even stronger than Martial Artists of the same realm, yet Lin Mozhu could hunt Temper Body Realm Level Eight monsters.

Even the white-haired elder was slightly surprised, and after calculating for a while, suddenly declared,

"A total of three thousand seven hundred Contribution Points."

As soon as the white-haired elder spoke, the whole place buzzed with astonishment.

Even many of the outer disciples looked at Lin Mozhu incredulously.

Three thousand seven hundred points.

This number had already surpassed many past newcomers’ champions.

"This year’s four prodigies are horrifying, just Lin Mozhu alone has exceeded many past champions."

"It’s good that only three of the four prodigies from Jijing City came, Chu Beige from the Chu family didn’t come. Otherwise, this year might have been the strongest batch in a century."

"You can’t say that, though Chu Beige isn’t here, there’s still Chu Fengmian. Remember, Chu Beige was defeated by Chu Fengmian during the Ark Assessment."

"It’s said that was only because Chu Beige was careless, allowing Chu Fengmian to win by fluke, right?"

"Luck? Even if it was luck, try defeating Chu Beige yourself now."

A few outer disciples were conversing among themselves.

Their batch of disciples had never seen such prodigies.

Seeing the envious looks from the crowd, Lin Mozhu however remained calm.

If it were the past, he might have been proud, but ever since he was defeated by Chu Fengmian, Lin Mozhu realized.

Among his peers, he might not even rank at the top, so what right did he have to be proud?

Lin Mozhu moved aside and cast several glances at Chu Fengmian, seemingly also waiting for Chu Fengmian’s results.

Chu Fengmian, seeing this, merely smiled casually without saying a word.

Lin Mozhu, too, had adopted Chu Fengmian’s strategy of only choosing to hunt higher realm monsters.

Three thousand seven hundred points, although not bad, but the top spot this time, Chu Fengmian was determined to take.

A hint of a smile appeared in Chu Fengmian’s eyes.

Since he had arrived at Wu Sheng College, it was time to create a grand reputation and rock Wu Sheng College.

He, Chu Fengmian, in this life, would be above ten thousand people, hiding nothing.