Chapter 752: Chapter 562: Heaven-Ascending Ladder
Lin Feng still underestimated the value of the Flying Dragon Steed and others’ desire for it.
As soon as they entered the camp, people continuously approached, exchanged polite words, and then began inquiring about the Flying Dragon Steed.
Some asked how to find and tame the Flying Dragon Steed, while others proposed renting the Ginseng Baby, offering a substantial rental fee and collateral.
Those students backed by families or consortiums appeared more direct, directly asking Lin Feng for conditions, agreeing to anything as long as it’s not excessive.
In just one hour, 17 people came to inquire.
Those who came for inquiries were either strong or had substantial backgrounds, from various countries, not just Hua Country.
With the Flying Dragon Steed, Lin Feng and his companions, already in the spotlight, seemed to become the most popular participants.
After their arrival, even conflicts between countries quieted down significantly.
The only way to lure the Flying Dragon Steed is with the Ginseng Baby, and Lin Feng certainly wouldn’t casually rent out the Ginseng Baby.
The Ginseng Baby has already been exposed and there’s nothing left to hide.
But others don’t have the Stand Soul Skill!
One careless mistake and the Ginseng Baby might get eaten.
Even if they capture the Flying Dragon Steed, taming it isn’t easy and requires the help of the Duck Egg.
At the current stage, Lin Feng didn’t want to reveal the abilities of the Duck Egg.
"Sorry, because of luring the Flying Dragon Steed, the Ginseng Baby escaped."
Lin Feng found a random excuse to brush them off, not wanting to explain too much, seemingly not in a great mood.
"As long as the Flying Dragon Steed can be tamed, name your terms!"
A tall, thin young man said. His name was Li Xuandong, a popular vote participant ranked 23rd in popularity, quite capable.
He couldn’t discern whether Lin Feng was truthful or not, or if he was deliberately evading.
The terms he offered weren’t low; Lin Feng had no reason to refuse!
Unwilling to give up, Li Xuandong continued to raise the stakes, offering up to ten billion New Coins to rent the Ginseng Baby.
If they can help tame the Flying Dragon Steed successfully, he’s willing to offer fifty billion New Coins.
Even though global currencies have depreciated, fifty billion New Coins is still a substantial amount.
Seeing Lin Feng not respond, Li Xuandong could only turn to Ye Xing and Yun Tianqi, signaling them to speak favorably.
He wasn’t familiar with Lin Feng, and with Lin Feng giving him no face, he had no recourse.
As fellow Glory Players, he was on good terms with Ye Xing and Yun Tianqi, but seeing Ye Xing shake his head with a bitter smile and Yun Tianqi not reacting, he had no choice but to leave helplessly.
"I never thought the Flying Dragon Steed would be so popular, people from all countries and professions want it."
Ye Xing exclaimed.
"Who wouldn’t want an Illusion Beast that can be carried around?"
Yun Tianqi laughed.
Such a mount is desired by all.
Previously they wanted it but saw no hope of capturing and taming it. Now with successful examples, and sixteen cases at once, the success rate is absurdly high; if it were him, he’d also try every means to inquire and trade.
If not for the Avengers Alliance’s impressive achievements and significant reputation, someone would have succumbed to threats and temptations long ago.
Following that, Lin Feng and his team stayed inside the camp, not wandering around.
Having just arrived at the camp, they needed to learn some information about competitors.
However, there are too many experts this time, and they can only learn about some of the more well-known participants, trying to avoid conflicts with them in future competitions.
"I’ve heard some participants have secretly broken through to King, with conservative estimates at five people." Yu Qiao said.
He had just left the group and gathered quite a bit of information.
Some participants were suppressing their strength initially, but breakthroughs were achieved while being hunted by the Alien Race in the Land of Fallen Gods.
"They’ve become Kings, yet they can continue to participate in the King Plan? That’s unjust!"
Dong Yunan said suspiciously, her tone somewhat severe and complaining.
Originally her pressure was large enough, now competing against Kings for resources is daunting.
"Of course they can, according to your logic, should they be forced to become Kings only at the end? As per the rules, as long as you haven’t become a King before registration, you’re good to go. If you have the ability, not just King, Emperor is fine!"
Ye Xing said with a smile.
Even though his strength has improved significantly, competing with Kings put pressure on him too.
Luckily, it’s an elimination match; early on there’s no need to compete with those beasts, so they can first eliminate some of the weaker ones.
"I’m still a kid, haven’t even graduated from university!"
Dong Yunan timidly said.
The crowd burst into laughter, unable to resist looking at Lin Feng.
Indeed, compared to most of the participants, they could be considered children. Some participants are over fifty, their children older than them.
They were all forcibly pulled to this height by Lin Feng.
This wasn’t a plan meant for them at their current stage nor people they should be interacting with.
A peaceful night passed.
No one left the camp, no one went to devour Yin Souls, everyone stayed within the Barrier quietly.
The King Plan officially begins tomorrow.
Everyone adjusted their state.
The next day.
Time reached nine o’clock.
At this time, staff called everyone to gather and began counting heads.
The results came out quickly, and people discussed, appearing noisy, expressions varied between indifference, anger, and fear.
Participants in the King Plan, including assistants, totaled 2,499 people.
But at this time, only 1893 people were counted.
people are missing.
Just a single gathering task had an elimination rate of nearly twenty-five percent, far exceeding the estimate.
Among these 606 people, more than half were due to death and injury, with very few voluntarily giving up; as for the exact numbers of deaths and injuries and those who quit, there was no detailed breakdown, and no one really cared.
"What a high elimination rate!" Ye Qiu exclaimed.
This was just a gathering task, and one-quarter were eliminated. It should be noted that the King Becoming plan hasn’t even truly begun yet.
"They’re deliberately eliminating so many people!" Lin Feng said.
The gathering point of the King Becoming plan was originally in a desert on Earth, but now it’s changed to the Land of Fallen Gods on the Divine Martial Continent. This is not just a change in gathering location but an overall style change of the King Becoming plan.
Previously, many people spent a great deal to obtain a student or helper spot.
Everyone understands that only a few can truly become kings, possibly only one in ten or even fewer.
But in the eyes of many, even if eliminated, the benefits of the learning process, even the network, are worth the ticket price.
This is why some people, knowing they have no chance of becoming a king, still want to obtain a spot.
This viewpoint was not wrong originally.
It’s just changed.
Perhaps the situation has become more severe, or the alien race’s revenge is too fierce, causing the style of the King Becoming plan to change accordingly.
The officials have no intention of hiding the elimination data, otherwise, they wouldn’t have announced it directly.
After the data statistics, there were no words of comfort or encouragement. As the barrier gradually dissipated, under the arrangement of the staff, everyone began to exit the camp orderly.
With over a thousand people moving forward, the commotion is significant.
"There’s the presence of an alien race."
Lin Feng was among the main troop, surrounded by participants. He looked up and saw a figure flapping wings at an altitude of four or five hundred meters—it was an alien race.
However, as an elderly person ascended into the air, the alien race quickly disappeared.
"Where are we heading?" Dong Yunan asked.
"Probably heading to the Celestial Ladder," Lin Feng speculated.
Within the Land of Fallen Gods lies a sacred ground called the Holy Hall.
According to public information on the Martial Artist forum, the Holy Hall enshrines numerous tablets and 108 alien race statues.
Those who have died and left tablets are emperors of the alien race, while those who left statues are the best among them—well-known figures on the Divine Martial Continent.
The statues contain the spiritual will and martial arts heritage of the deceased emperors.
This is the most important heritage place for the alien race!
And the Celestial Ladder can lead to the Holy Hall, reaching a certain height can earn rewards.
Every year, a large number of aliens enter the Land of Fallen Gods, climb the Celestial Ladder, wanting to enter the Holy Hall to reach the emperor’s legacy.
However, there are very few who succeed.
Even if they successfully climb the Celestial Ladder and enter the Holy Hall, it does not mean they can obtain the heritage.
And now they are heading exactly in the direction of the Holy Hall.
The fact is exactly as Lin Feng predicted, two hours later, they reached their destination, and the main troop stopped.
Everyone looked up towards the sky and saw a massive Cloud Ladder, unsupported, like a giant dragon, soaring into the sky.
And vaguely visible atop the Cloud Ladder was an enormous, splendid palace.
Not only Lin Feng but others also guessed the destination, so they were not surprised, only awed by the grandeur of the Celestial Ladder.
Before the Celestial Ladder, one or two kilometers away, over a thousand aliens had long been waiting there, silently watching them.
Faced with the cold and fierce gaze of over a thousand aliens, many were slightly chilled in heart. The atmosphere instantly felt somewhat heavy and tense.
"Just compete well, don’t worry about anything else."
Not far from Lin Feng, a white-haired old man said with a smile, then slowly walked towards the alien race door.
Silhouettes of either disabled or elderly figures walked toward the alien race, accompanied by their advancement, the aliens began to retreat, maintaining a distance of one kilometer.
The aliens didn’t leave, only silently watched the main troop.
"What’s the point of staring!"
"Yu Qiao expressed displeasure.
"Watching doesn’t matter. I just love the look of them being upset with me but can’t do anything."
Yun Tianqi laughed.
Lin Feng also scanned the alien troop. With these elderly kings protecting them, the alien race surely wouldn’t dare to approach easily; they are likely here for the spectacle, so there’s no need to worry.
After the main troop stopped, a white old man in a combat suit leaped into the air, suspended there. His name is Igor, a Martial Emperor Powerhouse, also one of the leaders this time.
This time, there are a total of three emperors, more than three hundred kings protecting the participants.
This is also the reason why they can proceed safely and unobstructed all the way.
"As you can see, the first plan of the King Becoming plan is the Celestial Ladder in front of you!"
Igor hovered in mid-air, looking down at the crowd below. His right hand pointed at the Celestial Ladder, slowly saying, "The Celestial Ladder has 999 steps, only stepping on the 950th step can you enter the Holy Hall!"
"The process of climbing the Celestial Ladder can be assisted."
"This time, the plan will eliminate the bottom 100."
"Entering the top 100 has rewards. The 100th rewards one academic credit, the 1st rewards one hundred credits. The value of these credits will be explained in detail later; you just need to know it’s very precious."
"Alright, let’s begin."
Powerhouses dislike lengthy and pointless speeches. After Igor introduced the competition rules, he announced the start of the plan.
As soon as his voice fell, figures rushed towards the Celestial Ladder.
The rules of the competition are simple; the order of results is the same, so there was no hesitation.
