Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Chapter 2202 - 2203: Registration

Green Ripple Sect, registration area.At the moment, the registration area seemed sparse, with only a few scattered figures standing separately.

Among them, some raised their eyes to look at an old man inside a house, their pupils filled with hesitation and temptation. Such expressions circulated on their faces, adding more complexity to their countenances.

"It seems there aren't many people here," Lin Chen looked around.

"That's not the case; it's just that many people are watching. These individuals won't register until the last moment," Sun Tianming shook his head. He was quite familiar with this situation.

"Why?"

"There will always be some particularly formidable opponents, such as the heads of the Azure Dragon Society attending this time. Not only are they powerful, but also extremely vicious. If these people join, it would be disastrous for ordinary disciples. That's why they'll first record the registrants here and then make plans,"

"No one would jokingly gamble with their lives," Sun Tianming fluttered his fingers and laughed ambiguously.

If he hadn't been forced to come this time, Sun Tianming wouldn't have chosen this timing to enter the sect tournament, as their chances of winning were too slim this way.

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After their appearance, the figures gathered around the registration area began to stir.

Those who were initially alone all moved close to the nearest crowd, casting their suspicious glances at Sun Tianming and his group while whispering in low tones.

Especially when their gaze landed on Lin Chen, an additional trace of shock filled the air.

"What is he here for? Could he be here for the tournament too?"

"That can't be. The last time I saw him, his cultivation was only at several levels of Spirit Pill; has he developed this much already? When did cultivation become so easy?"

Someone found it hard to believe, recalling Lin Chen's previous cultivation level when he slaughtered Azure Dragon Society members, only at several levels of Spirit Pill, and thus questioned.

"Whether he's broken through or not, even if he has, it's only at Spirit Pill level one. Is he really going to the tournament with such cultivation?"

"Makes sense. I'd say he should be here to bring Chen Jie and the others to observe and gain some experience…"

Voices of contention rose from different areas; each held their own opinions, adamant about their views.

Yet, their gazes still followed Lin Chen. Shortly after, Lin Chen and his companions arrived before the elderly man at the registration table.

Their expressions also shifted drastically with shock as Lin Chen took out a wooden plaque.

"Indeed! Spirit Pill level one!"

"This progress speed is too fast!"

Fearful voices occasionally sounded, merging in the air into bothersome noise, spreading outwards.

Yet, this noise was forcibly stopped a few yards away from the old man, as if a barrier materialized, isolating the annoying sounds completely.

"Are the three of you here to register?"

The elder raised his eyes, amused as he looked at the few before him, stroking his white beard with an air of arrogance.

"Yes."

Their tone was succinct, showing little courtesy to the elder, merely stretching out their hands to place their wooden plaques on the table.

"Looks like this time will be quite eventful,"

With a swipe of his sleeve, nothing seemed to happen, yet above the wooden plaque, a weak spiritual energy appeared, transformed into silk, and seeped into the elder's robe, disappearing.

"Just wonder if your skills inside will be as sharp as your words,"

After completing everything, the old man's gaze fell on Lin Chen, eyes glinting fiercely, as if wanting to devour Lin Chen whole.

This was precisely the elder Lin Chen had confronted at the last hall, also Tao Yuyu's mentor.

"Enemies meet on a narrow path."

Lin Chen chuckled coldly, shrugged indifferently, "Then, we shall see."

Afterward, they ignored the elder and turned to leave.

With a disdainful manner, as if spurning interaction with the elder.

"I want to see if you'll still have such backbone then!"

The elder's eyes showed a flicker, something so trivial was not his responsibility to handle. It was due to his excessive favoritism last time that the Sect Master made him do such mundane tasks.

This naturally made him quite upset, but he didn't dare argue with the Sect Master. Thus, his grudge naturally landed on Lin Chen.

As they exited, the noisy chatter became clear and aggressive.

"He really dares with Spirit Pill level one, to go to the treacherous tournament!"

The remarks were shocked, as if having discovered something extraordinary.

The gaze roving over Lin Chen, as if staring at a monster, from arrival till now, they hadn't seen someone like Lin Chen, daring so much with only a level one cultivation.

"Damn it! I'll go all out too. The newly entered junior disciple dares to go; why shouldn't I? I won't stand being ridiculed!"

From the crowd, stepped out a man of Spirit Pill level four, clutching his wooden plaque, cursing yet filled with brave determination.

He strode forth, nodding slightly with a kindly smile as he passed by Lin Chen and his companions.

Lin Chen nodded back in greeting.

"Brother Sun, is it that extreme?"

As the man walked out, several others followed his steps towards the registration area.

"As far as I know, there hasn't been one as daring as you, entering the tournament right after reaching Spirit Pill,"

Sun Tianming stroked his chin, seriously reflecting before answering earnestly.

Lin Chen heard this and smiled bitterly; he didn't wish to be here, forced by circumstances, what could he do?

"Alright, stop teasing him. Though registered, he doesn't know the tournament rules yet. Better familiarize him before entry,"

Chen Jie voiced out.

Although the sect tournament allowed anything, some details must be communicated to Lin Chen; otherwise, entering blindly like a headless fly wouldn't do.

"Alright."

On serious matters, Sun Tianming's expression turned solemn; he and Lin Chen's cultivation were low, barely reaching Spirit Pill level one. Although Sun Tianming was confident to break through to level two soon, in the tournament of strong practitioners, it was still bottom-tier.

And Lin Chen even more-so, not only his cultivation lower than many, but also utterly clueless about the so-called rules…