Cultivation System: Stronger with Age-Chapter 81 - 64: Demon Slaying Hero List Rankings, How Can Sparrows Understand the Ambitions of a Swan

It was noon, at the plaza of the Yin Talisman Sect’s Great Marsh Branch.

Two hundred square tables were filled with various exquisite dishes. Strong wine was supplied unlimitedly. Jiang Yuran was indeed a straightforward person; he said he’d hold his birthday banquet six months in advance, and he did it!

The disciples of the Yin Talisman Sect were seated around the tables according to their positions. Over a hundred tables were occupied by disciples. Ten tables were for deputy stewards, five for stewards, and one table each for stewards and the grand chief steward.

Lin Xuankong, as the Silver Jade Steward, was seated at the third table of the two hundred tables, his status just beneath those of the stewards’ and grand chief steward’s tables.

Of course, if it were based purely on combat strength... Lin Xuankong could completely sit in the head seat at the stewards’ table, pushing his boss aside, or even sit at the grand chief steward’s table.

During the banquet, Ma Rusong, who was at the last stewards’ table, glared gloomily at Lin Xuankong seated at the third table.

He felt frustrated, kept drinking his wine, and didn’t even feel like eating a single peanut.

He only hoped time would pass quickly, so the Demon Slaying Conference would arrive soon, sparing him from watching Old Lin in such glory.

At this time, Steward Hu Shuo at the stewards’ table, red-faced, said, "I heard that Zhao Renxiong of the Black Tiger Gang severely injured Liy Ruofeng after arriving at the Great Marsh Branch! The Black Tiger Gang recently raised the bounty on the Conical Hat Guest to thirty thousand taels of silver. As long as you have solid leads, you can claim the reward!

TSK TSK, in the hundreds of years of the Great Marsh Prefecture, this is probably the only time such a high price has been placed on a single head! It’s truly astonishing!"

Ma Jiang added from the side, "Not entirely. I once read in sect records that two hundred years ago, a late-stage fourth-layer flying thief seriously injured one of our stewards. As a result, the Hall Master of the Great Marsh Hall immediately offered a bounty of one hundred thousand taels of silver to capture the thief. Finally, they found a lead a month later!"

Lin Xuankong, at the third table, couldn’t help but feel speechless. Bounty for heads?

It seems his head wasn’t worth much... yet...

Once he forges his Ruyi Profound Gold Rod and kills a Grand Chief Steward of the Black Tiger Gang, would his bounty reach a hundred thousand taels?

Steward Lin Jiao, who sat at the same table as Lin Xuankong, heard the stewards’ discussions and laughed.

"As they say, a hefty reward is sure to attract valiant individuals, but this Conical Hat Guest is different. He’s quite cunning. Every time he strikes, a wasteland is left behind. Not even a single hair remains. No matter how high the Black Tiger Gang raises the bounty, they can’t catch him! They’re just getting frustrated for nothing!"

Everyone laughed out loud, and Lin Xuankong couldn’t help but smile.

Lin Jiao then turned to Lin Xuankong, leaned closer, and mysteriously pulled out a booklet from his chest.

"Steward Lin, recently the Great Marsh Prefecture City is teeming with top experts, with disciples from various sects gathering. The Feng Family is known for their well-informed network. They’ve released a ’Demon Slaying Hero List’ booklet, ranking the martial cultivators participating in this year’s Demon Slaying Conference. Guess where you stand on the list!"

Lin Xuankong couldn’t help but be surprised. "There’s such a booklet? What’s the use of the rankings on it? Only a few dozen people survive each year."

Lin Jiao, who was originally full of enthusiasm, was stunned by his comment. "You really know how to talk!"

He shook his head. "Don’t underestimate this booklet; it’s quite valuable, costing twenty taels of silver per copy. To boost sales, the Feng Family set up a betting pool. Anyone can bet on whether a specific martial cultivator listed in the booklet will survive the Demon-Suppressing Valley!

My ranking is 412th. The information recorded is quite detailed: Lin Jiao, age 29, late-Second Layer. Highest achievement: killing one late-Tier Two Marsh Python Person. Odds: 1 to 18. That means if someone bets on me and I survive, their wager will be multiplied by eighteen! They could earn a big fortune, a very big fortune, a massively big fortune!"

Lin Xuankong raised an eyebrow. "So, the extremely well-informed Feng Family thinks you’re highly unlikely, exceptionally unlikely, particularly unlikely to survive!"

Lin Jiao: ...

"Steward Lin, your mouth is really sharp. Look at yours: 1 to 22. My survival odds are still better than yours!

Lin Xuankong, ranked 628th, age 59, mid-Second Layer, cultivation technique unknown. Highest achievement: killing three Tier Two Marsh Python People with the Wandering Dragon Exorcism Hand."

Odds of 1 to 22? Lin Xuankong’s eyes lit up upon hearing this.

This is a great deal! Once he finished forging the Ruyi Battle Armor, he could use the remaining silver to place some bets! If he placed a bet of ten thousand taels... what was one times twenty-two again?

He wondered if it could be enough to get another Ruyi Battle Armor. Would the Feng Family owe him twenty-two Ruyi Battle Armors?

The Feng Family is fantastic, such good people!

The stewards at the stewards’ table also heard Lin Jiao’s discussion.

Xu Bei touched the silver token at his waist, glanced over arrogantly, "Steward Lin Jiao, what’s my ranking?"

Lin Jiao didn’t want to respond. However, given the public setting, he couldn’t be disrespectful to a Steward of Xu Bei’s position, so he muttered,

"Xu Bei, ranked 69th, age 33, equipped with the Profound Silver Scalp Sword, mid-Third Layer. Highest achievement: killing one mid-Tier Three Evil Sheep Liao Person. Odds: 1 to 1.2."

Xu Bei smiled arrogantly upon hearing this. "Looks like betting on myself surviving isn’t profitable! But my Profound Silver Scalp Sword, forged from five hundred Forehead Scales, earned me the 69th spot among thousands of experts. That really brings honor to our Yin Talisman Sect!"

He finished, then looked pointedly at Lin Xuankong. "But someone else’s ranking is laughably low, I never expected that!"