Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter
Yan Zheng saw the big manager sit down in silence with a bleak face. He nodded and said, "Yes, that Ye Mo is the pill master I recommended. I didnât expect him to go to the tournament representing the Herb Pill Sect after being rejected by us."
The big manager suddenly said in a deep voice, "Elder Yan, as an elder of the Immortal Treasure Tower, you donât even know the skills of the pill master you recommended. Do you even know to what degree youâve neglected your job?"
Yan Jun didnât dare to talk. If he had known about Ye Moâs skill, he would have argued in his favor, but he hadnât. This meant that he didnât know where Ye Mo came from anyway.
He wasnât happy with the big managerâs words. If it hadnât been for his intervention, Ye Mo wouldâve represented the Immortal Treasure Tower. Now, the big manager messed things up and put the blame on him.
Yan Zheng stared dazily at the big manager. He hadnât thought he was such an unreasonable person. He had suggested Ye Mo, but if his big manager hadnât intervened, this wouldnât have happened. Instead, the big manager didnât blame Elder Feng, but instead blamed his uncle.
However then, the big manager immediately stared coldly at Feng Jicheng, "Elder Feng, is our Immortal Treasure Tower a place for you to fight for power and benefits? For your own benefit, you pushed away a top ten spot. Where is the person you recommended? The one who passed the first round for us seemed to be one of our own people!"
Feng Jicheng was very horrified. He hadnât expected a pill master from a small place like River State to be that good. He hadnât even researched about him, yet Ye Mo was this good. He not only had reached the second round, but also got into top ten.
If he had known Ye Mo was this strong, he wouldâve killed him.
Although he had been yelled at by the big manager, he didnât dare to rebuke. However, Ye Mo was a dead man to him in his heart.
Yan Zheng looked at his emotional big manager and suddenly shivered. The big boss of the Immortal Treasure Tower rarely managed things. Ir was usually the big manager who made decisions. It was very easy to lose oneâs life working for someone like him.
He looked at his uncle and sighed. If it hadnât been for his uncle, he wouldnât have stayed there. It looked glamorous, but if you offended the big manager, your life could be very hard.
He had set up the River State Immortal Treasure Tower all by himself, but it had been taken away from him by the words of the big manager. He hadnât even been praised for any of his work, but was instead yelled at.
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In the tournament area, only 500 contestants were left.
The top ten had been surrounded by the others, wanting to connect with them or fawn over them.
Almost every pill master of the top ten was famous.
Ye Mo knew what these people were thinking. It was beneficial for their future and their sect to know one of the top ten.
The judges up there and the elders of the pill association were mostly from the hall of fame. It was good to connect with these future pill kings - not to mention how good it could be to know Cheng Yejun, who had been first three times in a row. He was a level 1 pill king and his skills were better than even some of the judges.
If he was willing to, he could become a Pill Association elder at any time.
Ye Mo was the dark horse. No one knew him.
"Hello, friend, Iâm Demon Spirit Sectâs Ye Zhilong. I was lucky enough to make it to the second round. How many points did you get?" a contestant came up to him from the side. He had no one to share his joy with, so he found Ye Mo.
Ye Mo heard this name and remembered that he had gotten six points, barely making it.
Ye Mo saluted with his fists and said, "Iâm Herb Pill Sectâs Ye Mo. I was lucky to make it to the second round too."
"Brother Ye, your surname is also Ye! It seems weâre really fortunate. Sorry, Iâve never heard of the Herb Pill Sect." Ye Zhilong had an apologetic look on his face. Perhaps he had gotten so excited that he hadnât found out that Ye Mo was top ten.
Ye Mo smiled and didnât get angry. He knew Ye Zhilong was speaking his heart. The funny thing was that he hadnât heard of the Demon Spirit Sect neither.
"So, itâs the Ye Mo who is said to be halfway into the top ten of the pill concoction hall of fame. Youâre good! I, Wan Guoping, want to see how youâre going to get into the top ten of the hall of fame. But it seems youâre not that good! Youâre stick around with a little p*nk from the Demon Sect," a contemptuous voice interrupted them.
"Youâre Herb Pill Sectâs Ye Mo, top ten of the first round!" Ye Zhiping remembered now and looked at Ye Mo in shock.
Ye Mo saw that Wan Guoping was looking for trouble with him more than once. He stared coldly at him, "What does me being in top ten got to do with you? Iâm talking with someone from the Demon Sect. Do you have any f*cking problem with that?"
"Yes, do you have a f*cking problem with that, Wan Guoping? Hahaha! I, Zhuang Man, like these sort of words-" a coarse voice sounded and laughed.
Ye Mo found a man that looked extremely bulky - he was nearly two meters tall. His were full of muscles. Ye Mo really couldnât picture such a person to be a pill master.
Wait! âZhuang Manâ! He was from the All Beast Mountain, with 8.6 points. Ye Mo sighed. One really couldnât judge a book by its cover.
Wan Guoping saw this and his expression looked bad. "Zhuang, youâre really going to go against me, arenât you?"
"Go against you? Do you deserve it? Let your Pill Cauldron Mountainâs Big Martial Brother decide this." Then, Zhuang Man couldnât even be bothered to look at him. He walked up to Ye Mo and saluted him with his fists, "Iâm the All Beast Mountainâs Zhuang Man. I highly approve of Brother Ye. Iâm different from you, I have large amounts of spirit herbs and materials supplied by the sect to concoct pills and good masters to teach me. Only then did I get 8 points. However, Brother Ye relied on yourself to get 8 points, I look favourably to you."
Zhuang Man looked coarse, but he was quite meticulous. He could tell that guy was no simple character, he had slapped Wan Guopingâs face to get on his good side. Perhaps he was using him to strike Wan Guoping, but Ye Mo didnât care.
At this moment, the examiner said, "All contestants, the first round has finished! The second round is about to begin! Please find a place to sit and listen to the second question."