Chapter 3: A Broken Tower

Soon, items were snapped up one after another by the guests.

Just as Ling Feng felt bored and was about to get up and leave.

"Everyone, this is a bottom-of-the-box treasure from our Treasure Pavilion's auction this time. Please take a look."

Having said that, Shen Yue opened the box; inside was a dilapidated tower.

"Everyone, this tower was found in a mysterious secret realm. Although we at the Treasure Pavilion have studied it for a long time and still haven't discovered its function, we are certain this tower is extraordinary. The starting bid is two thousand spirit crystals."

"Miss Shen, you wouldn't be trying to cheat people with this, would you? This plain, unremarkable broken tower—I wouldn't want it even if you gave it to me, yet you're asking such a high price."

"Exactly, Miss Shen, is this really your bottom-of-the-box treasure? How boring."

Shen Yue hearing these words could do nothing about it, after all this tower was entrusted to the Treasure Pavilion for auction by a mysterious customer.

"Two thousand one hundred spirit crystals."

Although those who raised their bids did so very cautiously, after all this tower looks nothing like a treasure no matter how you look at it.

And as Ling Feng looked at the tower, he felt increasingly familiar; these past few days, every time he slept he would dream of this tower.

Thus Ling Feng prepared to spend a fortune to buy it.

"Three thousand spirit crystals."

When Ling Feng announced that price, many thought he was an idiot, after all spending so much money on a broken tower is hardly a wise choice.

"Three thousand spirit crystals, once,"

"Three thousand spirit crystals, twice."

"Three thousand spirit crystals, three times—congratulations to this young master, you have obtained this tower."

After obtaining the tower, Ling Feng left and returned to the Ling family; he went to his room to study the tower, feeling that it was certainly not an ordinary object.

But Ling Feng studied it for half a day and found nothing.

"Damn it, this broken tower—I spent three thousand spirit crystals to buy this piece of junk." Instantly Ling Feng felt heartbroken.

The more Ling Feng thought about it, the angrier he became; he grabbed the tower and smashed it straight onto the ground.

"Hey, you little brat, are you trying to smash me to death?"

Ling Feng was instantly startled, and hurriedly said, "Who's speaking?"

Afterwards Ling Feng picked up the tower from the ground and asked, "Are you the one speaking? Who are you?"

"Kid, let me tell you, I am the World's Number One Tower; you had better show me some respect."

"You?" Ling Feng looked down on the small tower with contempt.

"What abilities do you have? Since you claim to be the World's Number One Tower, you must not be a Tribulation Transcendence expert, right?"

"Tribulation Transcendence? What kind of trash is that? I could crush him with one hand."

"You really know how to boast."

Ling Feng felt very depressed; he had spent three thousand spirit crystals to buy back a broken tower that loves to brag.

"Who's bragging, kid, let me tell you. When Tower Grandpa isn't injured, even a fart from him can destroy a world. Hmph, you'd better show me some respect."

Seeing the broken tower still bragging, Ling Feng grabbed it and repeatedly smashed it onto the ground.

"Hey, you brat, don't do that; once I recover I can take you to traverse all realms."

"Really?" Ling Feng eyed the small tower suspiciously.

"Then how can you recover?"

"I was severely wounded by some accident; I can only recover with enough spirit crystals. If it weren't for just now absorbing your two thousand spirit crystals, I would still be unconscious."

"What?" Ling Feng, upon hearing this, hurriedly checked his remaining two thousand spirit crystals and found they were gone.

"Oh damn, you broken tower, do you know how hard it was for me to accumulate these spirit crystals?"

Ling Feng, feeling hopeless, sat on the ground.

"Kid, don't be like that; you can cultivate inside this tower, where one day inside equals three days outside."

Upon hearing this, Ling Feng felt a bit better. Taking advantage of the fact that there was still one day before the martial contest, he immediately went into the tower to cultivate.

The night passed uneventfully.

Ling Ye woke up early in the morning and found that Yue Ning could get out of bed and walk; after these two days of cultivation, Ling Ye had pretty much adapted to the eighth layer of the Body Tempering Realm.

He began practicing his Opening Mountain Fist in the courtyard.

Yue Ning simply sat at the doorway watching Ling Ye train and said, "You should concentrate all your strength into your fist, rather than scattering it everywhere; otherwise the power of the Opening Mountain Fist will be greatly reduced."

Ling Ye hearing this, fell into thought. Yue Ning also didn't bother him; she returned to the room to begin circulating her qi to heal her injuries.

Ling Ye began trying to concentrate his strength into his fist; needless to say, as the Ling family's top genius, it didn't take long for him to master controlling his strength.

He threw a punch and directly knocked down the large tree in front of him; you should know that just two days ago, Ling Ye's punch could only blast a hole in the tree trunk.

Ling Ye looked at the fallen large tree before him.

"Success! This power is simply heaven and earth compared to what it was two days ago."

Yue Ning heard the commotion outside, came out and felt astonished; it hadn't been long before Ling Ye had comprehended it.

Seeing Yue Ning appear, Ling Ye said, "Tomorrow the three great clans' martial contest; I won't be home, so don't run around, or if you're discovered it'll cause big trouble."

Yue Ning ignored him and returned to the room on her own; after these two days of rest she had mostly recovered.

"Sigh, you're all better now; can you give us the antidote for the two of us brothers?"

"The dart wasn't poisonous." Yue Ning replied.

…

Upon hearing that, Ling Ye instantly realized he'd been played, but what could he do? This woman he couldn't beat; all he could say was that he was unlucky.

He turned around and went to cultivate.

In the blink of an eye it was the day of the martial contest; outside Tianye City at the supreme spirit vein the scene was especially lively. Chen, Xiao, and Ling, the three clan heads, sat on the hilltop.

At this moment Ling Hai said, "You all surely know the rules for this martial contest; no more nonsense, let's begin."

At this moment, the younger generation of the three families stepped forward to draw lots.

Ling Ye drew Xiao Ming of the Xiao Clan, who is at the fifth layer of the Body Tempering Realm.

With such a huge difference in realm, Ling Ye quickly won the match.

Soon the first round ended; in the second round's lot drawing, Ling Feng got a bye and advanced directly to the next round. Meanwhile, Ling Ye's opponent was none other than the younger brother of his arch-rival, the Chen Clan's First Genius Chen Tian'ao—Chen Tianyu.

"Ling Ye, my elder brother Chen Tian'ao has already broken through to the eighth layer of the Body Tempering Realm—just wait for your death." Chen Tianyu came up and arrogantly shouted at Ling Ye.

Ling Ye didn't respond to him. Instead, he directly threw a punch at Chen Tianyu's stomach.

Instantly, the unprepared Chen Tianyu solidly took this punch.

Chen Tianyu immediately spat out blood, clutching his belly as he curled up.

"Instead of wasting time talking nonsense, why not just start fighting? Chen Tianyu, will you surrender or not?"

"Ling Ye, you actually launched a sneak attack."

Heh, Ling Ye let out a cold laugh and directly kicked Chen Tianyu in the face.

"Stop, stop, stop—I surrender, Ling Ye, you wait; my elder brother will avenge me." Chen Tianyu hurriedly conceded and stepped down from the platform.

Soon only Ling Feng, Ling Ye, Chen Tian'ao, and the Xiao Clan's First Genius Xiao Jing remained on the stage. Ling Ye faced Chen Tian'ao, while Ling Feng faced Xiao Jing.