kingnovel Chapter 500 Too Many People Died That Year
Chapter 500 Too Many People Died That Year
The waiter stared at the group but didn't answer immediately.
Judging from their appearance and clothing, they didn't seem to come from remote areas. But if they weren't from Gedajiao, how could they not know about this once-in-a-decade event?
After thinking for a moment, Xiao Er said, "This year's selection competition is held once every ten years. The top ten in the selection competition will not only receive generous rewards, but will also be able to go to the No Life Realm with the temple team."
"The ten spots have been allocated to two major cities: Snowfield Capital and Winter City. Each city has five spots, and cultivators can choose which city to participate in if they wish to obtain a spot," the waiter said. "There are many powerful families in the capital, so resources are plentiful. People from smaller cities find it difficult to make a name for themselves there. Therefore, most cultivators choose to participate in Winter City. With so many people coming, the inn is naturally not big enough."
"I see." After hearing what the waiter said, Ye Qingshuang took out a gold leaf and gave it to him: "Thank you for telling me."
The waiter's eyes lit up when he saw the gold leaf. He glanced around and, finding no one paying attention, quickly took the gold leaf and put it in his sleeve. He then smiled broadly at the group, saying, "You're too kind."
Ye Qingshuang didn't care about a single gold leaf. After asking the waiter a few more questions, she left.
As they left the inn, Ye Qingshuang looked at Ling Yi and said, "According to the waiter, all the inns in the city should be full."
"Then let's not stay at an inn," Ling Yi said calmly. "We'll just find a secluded place."
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingshuang was about to say something when she saw the little golden tiger fly out of Ling Yi's arms and soar into the sky.
Ling Yi said, "Wait for it to come back."
"Okay," the group replied.
Before long, Little Golden Tiger returned and led the group to the deserted place they had found.
Little Golden Tiger found a dilapidated house with most of the walls collapsed. The courtyard was empty except for some stones and snow, so no beggars ever came here to stay.
After the four arrived at their destination, Ling Yi raised his hand and waved it. A large amount of flame flew out from his palm and landed on the snow in the courtyard, instantly melting the snow into water.
After the snow turned into water, it flowed downhill, and soon an open space appeared in the yard.
Ling Yi controlled the flames to land on the open ground, roasted them for a while, and then put the flames away. He looked at Ye Qing Shuang and said, "I'll leave this to you. I'll take Little Golden Tiger to buy some food."
"Okay." Ye Qingshuang replied, "Don't worry, we'll definitely have it all ready by the time you come back."
"Mm." Ling nodded, then left the dilapidated house with the little golden tiger.
After Ling Yi left, Ye Qingshuang took out a barrier ball and placed it in the open space. The barrier was activated, preventing the wind and snow from entering.
After setting up the barrier, Ye Qingshuang began to arrange a resting place. Lin Chengtian and Bai Jiu, seeing this, also came over to help.
On the other side, after leaving his place of residence, Ling Yi went to a nearby bustling restaurant, ordered some food, and sat down in the lobby with Little Golden Tiger.
Winter City is located in a snowy region, and it is cold both day and night. Therefore, both ordinary people and cultivators like to have a few drinks. With the upcoming selection competition, more people have come, making the restaurant even more lively than usual. Under these circumstances, it is easier for everyone to gather together and chat.
The reason Ling Yi didn't immediately buy food and leave after arriving at the restaurant was that he wanted to hear about the selection competition. After all, in Ade's memory, although the Wusheng Cultivation was dangerous, there were no restrictions on going there; cultivators could go whenever they wanted. But now there was some kind of selection competition...
Just as Ling Yi was pondering, the guest at the table in front of him put down his wine bowl and said unhappily, "The capital city didn't give any of the five spots to outsiders, which caused people from other cities to come to Winter City, making our chances smaller."
“There’s nothing we can do about it…” The others at the table chimed in: “Those who are capable in the capital have all entered the temple, and those who aren’t capable have their families to support them. It’s simply not up to people from other cities. If they want to compete for a spot, they can only come to Winter City.”
“That’s right,” another person chimed in. “Besides, there’s no career danger involved. Even if I did get a spot, I’d only want the reward and wouldn’t go.”
The person who spoke first became even more displeased upon hearing this: "A life without a life is dangerous, but the powerful beasts are all over there. If you want a powerful contracted beast, you have to go there."
When this was mentioned, the group of people at the table fell silent.
"Sir, here's your food." The waiter brought the dishes over, placed them on the table, and said with a smile, "Enjoy your meal."
Ling Yi nodded, and after the waiter left, he picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks. Before he could even bring it to Little Golden Tiger's mouth, Little Golden Tiger opened its mouth.
Seeing this, Ling Yi chuckled, loosened her chopsticks, and the meat fell, which was caught precisely by the little golden tiger.
As the person and the beast played around, the people at the front table, who had quieted down, started talking again: "If the temple hadn't issued a ban, we could go whenever we wanted. Why would we need to go through all that trouble to participate in some selection competition?"
"Sigh..." someone sighed, "This can't be blamed on the temple; too many people died that year."
"How long has it been?" The speaker looked around, then lowered his voice and said, "Almost a hundred years. If it's really that dangerous, why can't others go, but the temple can go once every ten years without any problem?"
"This……"
"If others can't go, the people from the temple can. So many people are waiting for lifeless beasts. Every time they catch a cub, they sell it for a high price." The speaker sneered, "In the past, could they have earned this much?"
“Even without this income, the temple isn’t short of money.” Another person said, “Enough of this talk, just focus on the competition.”
"You're quite open-minded."
"There's nothing we can do if we can't think straight," the person behind said. "Even after the ban was issued, some people still went secretly, and what happened to them?"
"Who came back alive?"
"If you don't want to die, you have no choice but to listen to the temple. There's no use in disobeying them."
The person in front spoke unpleasantly, and the person behind spoke frankly. The person in front became even more unhappy after hearing this. Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, the others at the table quickly changed the subject, which prevented the two from arguing.
Seeing that the group had started eating and drinking, Ling Yi fed the remaining food to Little Golden Tiger, then carried Little Golden Tiger to find the waiter to retrieve the food he had ordered. After retrieving the food, he left the restaurant.
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When Ling Yi returned to their lodgings, the three of them had already set up their tents.
When Ye Qingshuang saw Ling Yi return with a food box, she took out a table and a few chairs from her storage space: "Let's eat outside."
Ling Yi placed the food box on the table, took out the food she had ordered one by one, and then sat down to eat with the three of them.
After finishing their meal, Ye Qingshuang asked Ling Yi, "Did you find out anything while you were out?"
“There are some,” Ling Yi told the others what she had heard.
“No wonder they held a selection competition, it turns out it’s to prohibit others from going…” Ye Qingshuang finished speaking and then realized something was wrong: “Wait, according to the reason for the ban, why do other people die when they go in, but people from the temple don’t?”