Chapter 367 Get Down On Your Knees
In the pce of the tenth prince, Reuben, in the west of the urban area of the imperial city. . .
There was a nice, quiet pavilion near the bridge, well within the pce grounds.
A dozen young cultivators were seated inside the pavilion. Some of them looked arrogant, some
confident, some indifferent, and some cunning. They wore widely varied expressions on their faces.
These were the elite among the cultivators who worked for Prince Reuben.
"The Outstanding Talents Exchange Tournament is going to be held in ten days. Michael, Philip,
Joshua, Maria, Hasson, you are the best cultivators I know. I am confident that you will gain ess to
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the Mysterious Nether World," a youth in indigo said in a ttering tone.
"Of course. In the Violet Orchid Empire, only a few of my peers can withstand a hit from me. There''s no
doubt I can squeeze into the top 50. But I aim to be among the top three," ad in ck dered. The
tone with which he spoke was cold, but his eyes shone with determination.
His high-spirited look contrasted with his sword, which was wrapped in a ck cloth.
"Philip, I believe in you. I must admit. Even though you''re from the Sword Sect, which is less influential
than the five biggest sects, you have grown into an excellent cultivator. I''m sure your sect is proud of
you.
You''re young, but you have shown mastery of the eighth level of sword intent. That''s incredible!"
The young man in indigo was evidently good at ttery. When he heard this praise, the otherd''s lips
curled into a smug smile. He nodded at his admirer.
Finn Jiang snorted. "Save it, James. Everyone in this lot, including you, is an excellent cultivator. This
time, our performance determines if the prince seeds and wins the throne.
As for the rest of these cultivators, they are nothing but losers. They are aplete waste of time,
energy, and money.
Tonight, the prince is hosting a feast. I''ll advise him to send those losers home and provide us with the
resources that we need to help us perform to the best of our abilities. This way, we''re more likely to win
the tournament!"
"Um, I agree with you. We''re the prince''s best chance at winning the throne. We deserve the best
resources. As for those weak cultivators, they should be kicked out of the prince''s residence," the rest
echoed.
The young cultivators present shared the same sentiments on cultivation resources.
"I heard that the prince held a party weing Austin Lin two days ago. In addition, that brat showed
off by beating two people at the party. Now the two are maimed.
The prince even provided Austin a seat right next to him. It looks like he thinks highly of that brat."
one person interrupted, his words hot with malice.
"Austin has only been practicing some martial arts skill to improve his physical strength. He is a
nobody.
The Overlord Body-refining Skill he is cultivating is the stupidest way to cultivate.
If the prince hadn''t been there, I would have taught him an unforgettable lesson!"
the sallow-skinned youth interjected with a scornful tone.
If Austin was around, he would have recognized this sallow-skinnedd as Hasson, the young man
who had been hostile to him at the reception.
"I''m still angry at that rude brat!"
a bulky young man with strong-looking hands snarled suddenly.
"I grew up with the girls from the Xu family. That brat hurt them. Tonight, I''ll have the chance to avenge
them!"
"It looks like we''re all upset with Austin. Let''s teach him a lesson tonight to warn those other losers to
leave the prince alone. That way, we can have more resources to ourselves.
Meanwhile, the prince needs to know that only we can help him win the throne, so he can finally stop
wasting time and money on weaker cultivators!"
Philip dered this in an icy tone of voice. His sword intent materialized as countless small, sharp
swords around him. . . .
Night set in. In the grand hall of the pce, red candles and torches illuminated the spacious room. A
bunch of people were seated on their designated seats. Expensive elixirs and all sorts of delicacies
made out of rare animals were served atop wooden tables which were ten meters long.
Dozens of pretty maids were d solely in thin chiffon fabric, which showcased their attractive figures.
They stood beside the cultivators, pouring water and wine for them. Some of the maids even flirted with
the men to entertain them.
Prince Reuben was seated in the host''s seat. A stern-looking middle-aged man stood right beside him.
The guests drank, talked, and yed the finger-guessing game in their respective seats. Everyone was
having a good time.
Reuben made a toast in honor of his guests to show his hospitality.
After his gaze swept the room, he wrinkled his forehead. He beckoned a maid over to him.
The girl obediently approached the prince and waited for his instructions.
"Where is Austin? Why isn''t he here? Didn''t I ask you to invite all the young cultivators here?"
Reuben questioned, clearly displeased.
The maid''s face turned pale and she instantly got down on her knees.
"Your Majesty, I went over to Austin''s room five times to invite him, but I didn''t see him. I heard from his
servant that he left early this morning and that he hadn''te back." Her voice trembled as she spoke.
She knelt on the ground, shaking with fear. She was afraid that Reuben might punish her.
"He left in the morning? Perhaps he had something important to deal with.
Get up. Go and check if he has returned."
"Yes. I''m on it."
Feeling much relieved, the maid helped herself up and trotted over to Austin''s chamber.
A handful of young cultivators witnessed the scene. There was a gloomy look in their eyes.
Austin had returned. When the maid saw him in his room, she was overjoyed.
"Mr. Lin, you''ve finallye back! If you hadn''t, I would probably be punished by the prince.
He held a feast tonight and he expected you to be there. Please follow me."
"Oh, I see. Alright. Please take me there."
Austin followed the maid to the hall where the feast was being held.
A few momentster, they stepped into a huge room filled with bright lights,ughter, and voices.
Upon seeing Austin, Reuben smiled with absolute delight. He was about to rise from his seat to greet
his newest guest.
But at this moment...
Bang! ! ! ! !
A thickset young man with a ferocious look on his face mmed his heavy hands down a table. He
then stood up from his seat and thundered, "Who the hell are you? The prince held a feast for us
respected cultivators to drink and talk.
You''re a weak cultivator. How can you be so proud? You didn''t turn up until the prince had sent the
maid running back and forth to get you toe. Who do you think you are? How dare you keep the
prince waiting for you?
You show no respect for the prince.
You need to make up for this misconduct. Get down on your knees right now! Kneel and bow down low
in front of your prince. And then get lost! ! ! !
Never show your face here again!"
"Oh?"
Austin raised his head and looked at the plump cultivator.
Around him, he noticed that a dozen people were looking at him with evil gazes.
''Looks like they are quite hostile toward me. What''s going on?''
Austin was confused.
''Anyway, this is how the world of cultivators works. The strong rule the world.''
Austin forced a smile.
"Your Majesty, I have something to say," interfered the lean, tall youth standing next to the bulky
cultivator. He stood up when he spoke.
"Go ahead, Michael," Reuben responded.
He was slightly surprised when the cultivator spoke. This young man was at the premium stage of the
Earth Realm and his performance in battle was far better than those of other cultivators at the same
level. He was one of the best cultivators under Reuben''smand.
The prince thought highly of Michael.
"With all due respect, Your Majesty, you have recruited hundreds of young cultivators, but not all of
them are powerful.
Undoubtedly, all the strong cultivators will sign up for the Outstanding Talents Exchange Tournament.
Victory will surely belong to the powerful.
I think we should put quality before quantity. Look at these cultivators. Most of them are weak. So I
advise you to eliminate some of them, to avoid unnecessary expenditure. That way, you can invest in
your elite cultivators, those who can guarantee you victory. What do you think?"
More than ten young people voiced out their approval. All of them were cultivators with impressive
cultivation base and battle force.
Reuben raised his eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged man standing beside him.
The man shook his head slightly, a sign advising his master to wait and see.
In fact, the man agreed with Michael.
''Most of the young cultivators Reuben has recruited will fail in the Outstanding Talents Exchange
Tournament. If he sends the weak cultivators home, he could save much of his money, '' he brooded.
Reuben instantly understood what the man was thinking. He took his advice and remained silent.
Austin also figured out what the prince was up to.
''Looks like the host of the feast is going to stand by and y it by ear.
It turns out some people still want to bring me down. It seems like a dozen of these young cultivators
want to embarrass me and pressure me to leave. That way, they could intimidate and manipte other,
probably weaker, cultivators into backing out, '' he thought.
"You bastard! Did you hear me? Kneel before the prince, beg for his forgiveness, and then get out of
here.
You son of a bitch. Are you ying dumb? Fine. I''ll teach you a lesson," the stout teenager yelled at
Austin.
He knew the siblings who had been beaten up by Austin the other day. They were his friends. Now, he
was going to avenge them.
Killing intent shed in his eyes. All of a sudden, a curtain of yellow smog began to surround him.
Almost instantly, this cloud, to the crowd''s amazement, grew and spread to be a thousand miles wide. It
could be seen even by people from outside the pce.
At the same time, he grew taller and fatter under the yellow smog. Eventually, he turned into a two-
meter tall giant.
"It''s the Soil Body-refining Skill!"
one whispered in disbelief.