73: Chapter 73 Breakthrough

Great Elder Liu Jinsong glanced at you cautiously, making sure he hadn't misheard.

He paused for a moment before saying, "Elder Lin, the highest reward for the Pill King Competition is merely soaking in the Spirit Liquid Pool, but that Spirit Liquid Pool should already be useless for an Innate Martial Artist like yourself."

"Isn't it said that anyone under thirty-five can participate?" you asked in return. "Does this competition restrict cultivation levels?"

You were indeed not very clear on the details; after all, you had never chosen detailed memories, and this knowledge all came from the text on the simulator. However, you seemed to remember that during the Lin Three simulation, Mu Xue had mentioned that Innate Martial Artists could also participate in the Pill King Competition.

"No, no restrictions..." Great Elder Liu Jinsong hesitated, the words stuck in his throat for a long time before he dared to spit them out. "But Elder Lin, you are already an Innate, and yet you still want to go..."

He didn't dare to finish his sentence.

The Pill King Competition indeed had no cultivation restrictions, but for you, a Innate Grandmaster, to go and join in the fun—not only was the reward useless to you, but wasn't this clearly bullying the weak?

You saw through his thoughts: "As long as there are no restrictions, that's all that matters."

So what if they say you are bullying the weak?

So what!

You had to know that you, Lin Heng, had participated in the Pill King Competition so many times in the simulations, yet you had never taken first place even once; it was always taken by that girl with a lollipop in her mouth.

This time, no matter what, you were going to take first place.

As for saying you were bullying the weak.

Everyone is under thirty-five, so why is it that you could reach the Innate Realm—ah no, the God Realm—while they couldn't!

If they didn't Cultivate properly, if they didn't work hard enough, they should think more about their own problems!

So how could this be called bullying the weak?

"Then we will come to notify you again when the time comes, Elder Lin." Great Elder Liu Jinsong cupped his hands and said to you.

After Great Elder Liu Jinsong left.

Lin Heng rubbed his chin: "I remember that part with Prisoner 5; did Great Elder Liu Jinsong come to visit again?"

He thought about it for a moment; it seemed he really hadn't.

Of course, it was also possible that the simulator had omitted that part of the text.

Lin Heng remembered that Prisoner 5 had spent the first five days at home playing games. It was possible that Great Elder Liu Jinsong had come during that time, but Prisoner 5 hadn't seen him, so the matter had just fizzled out, and the simulator hadn't displayed it.

Or perhaps he had triggered some butterfly effect, which was why Great Elder Liu Jinsong had come to visit this time.

"Forget it." Lin Heng shook his head, no longer thinking about these matters.

The text on the simulator continued to scroll.

You sat cross-legged on the bed and closed your eyes.

You were preparing for the Breakthrough to the Late Stage of the God Realm.

"I wonder how much Spiritual Qi I need to absorb." You thought as you sensed the concentration of Spiritual Qi around you: "It might cause quite a commotion."

However, you had no intention of worrying about that. In any case, you were basically invincible on Earth now, and you were still in the simulation, so what was there to fear?

At this moment, two Innate Grandmasters—one fat and one thin—had just arrived in Fei City by car.

Fat Grandmaster was eating a boxed lunch and glanced at Thin Grandmaster, who was driving: "I don't know what they were thinking, suddenly ordering the two of us to come and monitor such an ordinary kid."

He said, waving the documents in front of him.

Thin Grandmaster gripped the steering wheel without turning his head: "Stop talking nonsense. Marshal Ye issued the order personally; who am I supposed to ask?"

Fat Grandmaster shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth: "I wonder what this kid's background is?"

He took another look at the contents of the documents.

Lin Heng, twenty-two years old, parents are ordinary wage earners, no Sect background, no Martial Artist registration record.

"Tsk." Fat Grandmaster opened another box of rice, poked his chopsticks into it, and stirred it a few times. "Could this kid be Marshal Ye's illegitimate son? Speaking of which, how old is the old Marshal Ye?"

"That mouth of yours will get you into trouble sooner or later." Thin Grandmaster turned his head to look at him and caught sight of the lunch box in his hand: "Fatty! That box in your hand is my meal!"

"You aren't eating it, it would be a waste if I didn't!" Fat Grandmaster picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, glancing out the car window as he chewed.

Then, he froze completely, his chopsticks suspended in mid-air, forgetting to swallow the meat in his mouth.

"Thinny!"

"Thinny! Stop the car!!!"

Thin Grandmaster's hand shook from his shout, and he slammed on the brakes.

The two of them lurched forward simultaneously, and the lunch box in Fat Grandmaster's hand nearly flew out.

"Fatty! Are you f***ing sick? Can't you see I'm driving? Can't even a meal plug that mouth of yours—"

Thin Grandmaster was halfway through cursing when he followed Fat Grandmaster's gaze and also froze completely.

"By the way, is that the place of the kid we're supposed to be monitoring?" Fat Grandmaster said.

Thin Grandmaster looked at the map without speaking.

At this time, Great Elder Liu Jinsong had not gone far.

He had just left your place when he felt that the Spiritual Qi in the air was a bit strange.

Then he heard his disciple calling him.

"Master, look, Dad... no, wait, over at Elder Lin's room!"

Great Elder Liu Jinsong turned his head, his mouth wide open, forgetting to close it.

He saw that above the rental house, the Spiritual Qi, which could usually only be slightly perceived by closing one's eyes and concentrating, had now actually condensed into visible white mist.

The mist gathered and swirled above the roof, rapidly condensing from its initial gauze-like form into an inverted funnel, which then stretched and expanded, eventually turning into a tornado of Spiritual Qi connecting heaven and earth.

A pale white pillar of Qi descended straight down from the clouds, its tail piercing directly into the window of Lin Heng's rental house.

The windows of the surrounding residential buildings were pushed open one after another; some people poked their heads out to look, then retreated to rummage through cabinets for their phones.

The owner of the convenience store across the street stood up from behind the counter, still clutching the barcode scanner in his hand. The entire neighborhood seemed to have been pressed on pause, with everyone looking up in unison at the strange light that shouldn't have appeared in the city sky.

Inside the rental house, you snapped your eyes open.

You exhaled a breath of stale air.

Late Stage of the God Realm, Breakthrough successful!