Beastmaster of the Ages

ianming was finally repaid for his bitter cultivation.
“It’s so much better in the Earth Branch’s Old Deepstar Path with an additional four hours to cultivate.
My cultivation speed is actually still the same even after reaching the Empyrean Saint stage.”

It was common sense that cultivating would become harder the higher your cultivation.
After all, your comprehension of Heavenly Will would slow down the further you go.
There wasn ’t anyone like Tianming, who had maintained the same cultivation speed since the Beast Vein stage.

He could only say that while he cultivated, his talent and resources were simultaneously growing.
He mainly depended on the Grand-Orient Sword when he was in the Earth and Sky Saint stages.

Now that he was in the Empyrean Saint stage, he had the Old Deepstar Path.
He could absorb the ancestors’ Heavenly Wills every day for two hours, merging them into his Imperial Will.

“If it wasn’t for the Old Deepstar Path, I’d reach a bottleneck, and my cultivation would slow down by relying only on my own talent and the Grand-Orient Sword.” It wasn’t that he was abnormal, but he accumulated his talent to maintain his cultivating speed.
For example, he had crossed the Sky Saint stage so quickly.

But it was terrifying that he could maintain the same cultivation speed in the Empyrean Saint stage.
But it would be too late if they reacted after Tianming reached the Samsara stage.
At that time, he would have a certain capital.

“Now that I’m in the third level of the Empyrean Saint stage, it’s time for me to earn some points.” There were only twenty days left in the Deepstar Battle.
He still had to lay the foundation for the last three days, or he wouldn’t have enough time to do anything.

……

The ranking appeared once more at noon.
Xuanyuan Muxue was first with a thousand and eight points, Fang Xingque was in second with six hundred and thirty-one points, while the hundredth place only had thirty-six points.

“Fang Xingque is rising so quickly?” Tianming frowned.
He had been paying attention to the ranking over the past few days.
Fang Xingque was ranked thirty-eighth on the first day, but his ranking was improving faster and faster.
He was rising up in the ranking daily, and much faster than Xuanyuan Muxue.

“This fellow likes to be in the limelight, and he’s probably unhappy being in second place.
He’s probably trying to get into first place,” Tianming sneered.
He was together with Ying Huo, hunting and practicing their swords at the same time.

He now had thirty-one points and was approaching hundredth place.
But his luck had been bad, since he had only encountered opponents that gave him one point.

Right at that moment, Tianming saw a large group up ahead with his third eye.

“There’s at least twenty people.” Tianming gave a rough look at them.
They didn’t bother hiding, probably because they had more people, and they were probably looking for prey in the wilderness.

Tianming approached and took a look at them, which he instantly recognized.
“Disciples of the Sterling House of Fang?” But there weren’t any Heaven Branch disciples among them, so he felt he would have a chance fighting them.

“Fang Xingque threatened me before the battle began, and now they’re traveling in groups.
Who can defeat them? Did Fang Xingque rise so quickly in the rankings because he has the Sterling House of Fang with him to increase his efficiency?” Tianming speculated.

“Is that considered cheating? Everyone else is fighting on their own, while they’re fighting with hundreds,” Ying Huo said with disdain.

“There aren’t any rules against that,” said Tianming.

“How shameless.
Or perhaps this is a form of rapport to take care of disciples from the three clans.
After all, no one can gather such a large number of people aside from them, turning the Deepstar Battle into a faction battle.” Tianming smiled.

Then again, they were only guessing.
He wasn’t sure, but Tianming felt that he had guessed correctly.

“What’re we going to do now? Are we going to beat them up?” Ying Huo asked.

“Why not? They’re a bunch of walking points.” Tianming smiled.

“Are we going to chase them?”

“No, we’ll make a detour, pretend to bump into them accidentally, and run for our lives,” Tianming snickered.

“So complicated? What for?”

“Are you stupid? That’s so they feel superior and won’t run away.
I don’t want any of them to escape,” said Tianming.

“You’re cunning!” Ying Huo said with disdain.
The other party wasn’t moving quickly, and they had been looking around for people.
Tianming made a detour and stopped in the path that they would walk past.

……

“Fang Xingying, are you dead? Why are you walking so slow?” a blue-robed youth by the name of Fang Chenhuan turned around and yelled at a young man behind.

“Fang Xingying, why don’t you get lost? You’re annoying!” a young lady said.
Her name was Fang Shuyu.
She wasn’t old, and she had an adorable appearance with all of her pink pieces of jewelry and clothing.
Even her stockings were pink.