Yang Jing almost laughed out loud in anger at the benefits this cultivator was offering.
'Did these Central Continent cultivators really think the Western Continent was some destitute, untamed backwater? That a mere Tier Three Magical Treasure was enough to order him around?'
Although he felt contemptuous, his expression remained one of fearful reverence.
"Thank you for thinking so highly of me, Fellow Daoist. It's just that I am well aware of my own power. Just being able to participate in this Nine Marvels Contest is already a blessing from the heavens; I dare not hope for too much. I plan to enter the Nine Marvels Small Realm and use the abundant Spiritual Qi within to cultivate a bit more Magical Power. I will not be competing for the Nine Marvelous Creation Qi."
The wealthy young man hadn't expected Yang Jing to be so utterly lacking in ambition. 'The Western Continent's Five Elements True Spirit Sect must truly have no worthy successors to have sent such a useless person.'
