Summit Farmer
Chapter 1744 - 1742: Chaotic Times

Chapter 1744: Chapter 1742: Chaotic Times

This was a large, cluttered courtyard. Once he entered, Peter Brown saw groups of people squatting around, chatting leisurely.

"Good to see you, Mr. Campbell."

"Mr. Campbell is coming?"

As Kane Nelson led Peter inside, everyone stood up and respectfully greeted them, nodding and at the same time casting curious glances at Peter.

Kane Nelson nodded slightly and said, "This is Peter Brown, Guest Minister. The Honorable Magistrate personally appointed him as a Second Class Guest Councilor. Get to know him."

As a result, all eyes turned to Peter.

Peter could tell that these people were not exactly thrilled about his arrival.

Peter wasn’t concerned about their opinions, though, and continued to follow Kane Nelson further inside.

After passing through a portal, Kane Nelson said, "Outside is where the third-class guest ministers reside; they don’t have individual courtyards. Beyond this point are the living quarters for second-class guest ministers. Each has their own independent courtyard. The house is provided, but you’ll have to compete for whatever items you want inside. Here is your storage bag and some books that you can use to get familiar with this place."

After finishing his words, he patted Peter on the shoulder and walked towards another courtyard deeper inside.

It was clear that the transaction between Kane Nelson and Peter had been completed.

Looking around the courtyard, Peter now realized that he had been given his own set of quarters—a main room with several smaller ones, all of which were very peaceful and quiet.

When he examined the interior of the house, all he saw was a large bed with some bedding on it, and then emptiness—there was nothing else.

Once outside, Peter sat down and decided to transfer everything from his ring into the storage bag.

It was during the transfer that he realized the storage bag wasn’t very large, being only about one cubic meter in size.

He hadn’t expected to be this destitute!

Peter was speechless.

While transferring, Peter also looked over items like the Flying Car, wondering whether this place would truly reject and destroy everything he had brought from Earth.

"Sir, your attention please." Lost in thought, Peter was interrupted by a greeting.

When he looked up, he saw a sturdy man standing at the door, robust in appearance and wearing better clothes than those seen in the third-class area.

"Good day, sir," Peter replied, as he stood up.

"I am not a scholar, I am a Martial Artist. My name is Harry Turner."

"I am Peter Brown."

Harry Turner walked in with large strides and said, "I live next door to you. I saw Mr. Campbell bring you in."

"Please."

Peter invited him to sit down.

"Where do you hail from?"

"I am from the Lower Realm, having arrived from Despair Forest."

Harry Turner was shocked and said, "You actually came from Despair Forest? Did you really come out of there?" While speaking, he glanced at Peter’s ring and nodded slightly, "Indeed, you’re from Despair Forest. That ring is not made of our local materials. It will collapse in two or three days, and whatever you brought with you will be of no use either. They can only last at most three days."

Indeed, it was the same issue Peter had begun to understand a bit more about the phenomenon of rejection here.

"I’m not clear on how Martial Artists are classified. I don’t understand anything about this place, so please enlighten me."

"It’s understandable you don’t know. This place has been a battlefield since ancient times, known as the Sanctuary Battlefield."

Hearing this, Peter breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that he had indeed entered the Holy Sanctuary, even if it was entirely different from what he had imagined.

"The Sanctuary is a vast place, so immense nobody knows how big it is. It is said to expand automatically, hence no one has ever been able to gauge its full extent. You came from Despair Forest; you should have an idea of how massive it is, right?"

Peter had to nod; considering how vast the Despair Forest was, one could imagine the enormity of Heaven and Earth here.

Seeing Peter’s nod, Harry Turner continued, "The Heaven and Earth here are unique. It’s a place of constant elimination. Every ten thousand years, it draws in the finest people from all over, who are then automatically integrated into the Saint Competition. As time is lengthy, many of these people establish families and have children of their own. Let me tell you, the children born here are endowed with strong bodies, even more powerful than those in the Immortal Realm back in the Lower Realm. And they continue to grow incessantly."

"Do you mean to say that people have been sent here over the years?"

"Indeed, not only are people sent in, but those living here are continually growing. They are all contenders in the Saint Competition, or should I say, People with Holy Fate."

"How do they compete?"

"It’s simply survival of the fittest. To put it straightforwardly, there are automatic selections. When you meet the standards, you can enter the next round. Otherwise, you’ll be at the bottom, or you might even die."

Peter was still somewhat confused, so he inquired, "You haven’t explained how the upgrade works."

"The update concludes after 1% of the population meets the criteria. Those who meet the standards maintain them and move on to the next round, while those who fail to drop a rank. Furthermore, for those at the very bottom, if they fail to break through a single rank in a hundred years, they will naturally die of old age."

The more Peter listened, the more muddled he became, as he had no clear picture of how things worked.

Harry Turner laughed and clarified, "Don’t overthink it. Simply put, the current method is to survive through chaotic times—an era of continuous warfare. If you survive the battlefield, you can earn a rank upgrade. If you achieve a certain position during this turbulent period, the Will of Heavenly Dao calculates based on your circumstances, and you will be awarded an appropriate status."

"The more you explain, the more confused I get."

"Don’t think too much. For you, the main concern right now is to stay alive. Only by living can you have hope. Let me tell you, firstly, make sure you don’t starve to death. Therefore, it’s essential to become a guest minister since at least you can survive. However, there are risks involved. The Honorable Magistrate will participate in wars, and we guest officials will join. One careless move on the battlefield could get us killed, and death there means truly dead with no possibility of resurrection."

Harry’s words made it crystal clear to Peter that indeed there were dangers.

"Being from the Lower Realm, your physical body is far inferior to ours, so your likelihood of death is even higher. You should practice the Cultivation Technique given to you by the authority, striving to live longer."

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