Summit Farmer-Chapter 2269 - 2267: Escaping the Mine

Peter Brown displayed himself as if he had reached his limit and could no longer move. He now knew that his goal had been achieved, and there was no need to further expose his cultivation.

Time passed bit by bit, as one person after another ascended to higher steps, but unfortunately, no one surpassed Peter Brown.

Looking at those below the steps, Peter Brown felt somewhat depressed. Originally, he hadn’t wanted to stand out too much, but now it seemed he had overdone it a bit.

Oh well, it is what it is, and there’s no need to think too much about it. Climbing around two hundred steps should only make him stand out a bit here; there would still be more selections outside.

Peter Brown quickly relaxed, sitting cross-legged and comprehending all the changes occurring here.

After another two days, a voice came through.

"The competition is over, this time with 1,768 participants. Eighty-five reached one hundred steps, twenty-six reached one hundred and ten steps, none reached one hundred and fifty steps, and one person reached two hundred steps. Now, I announce Peter Brown as an inner disciple..."

As the sect member announced, Peter Brown finally relaxed completely. It was clear that the sect held high prestige among the clans.

Names were called one by one to receive the token representing their identity, and the arriving deacon looked at Peter Brown with satisfaction in his eyes, saying, "I didn’t expect to find someone who could cultivate to Body Refining Level 4 in such a place. You’re quite good."

"Thank you, Deacon!"

Peter Brown cupped his fists in a salute.

The deacon nodded slightly, indicating for Peter Brown to stand behind him.

Once Peter Brown went over to stand, the others continued to receive their tokens.

The deacon looked at the people and continued, "According to the sect’s rules, those who become sect disciples will all lose their miner status. Your clans have no objections, right?"

His gaze was extremely sharp, sweeping over everyone for a while.

Although the Harrison clan’s deacon was displeased, he said nothing, just glanced at Peter Brown.

Standing there, Peter Brown could feel the unstable breaths of everyone. He understood that, from now on, having lost their miner status, they were naturally elated. Thinking of this, Peter Brown also followed suit, showing overwhelming joy.

"Even though you come from miner status, remember that from now on, you have no relation to this place, and you must not seek revenge!"

The deacon said this towards Peter Brown and his peers.

"We dare not!"

Everyone earnestly said, as if taking an oath.

Peter Brown imitated them, saying the same thing.

"Alright, follow me."

Everyone followed closely behind the Great Void Sect’s deacon.

With a wave of his hand, the deacon summoned a flying magical artifact.

After Peter Brown and the others boarded the artifact, they realized it might accommodate only about a hundred people.

"The sect is some distance away from here, and from now on you can cultivate by yourself on this. Do not wander around."

After speaking, the deacon activated the flying magical artifact, quickly navigating through the mine at a great speed.

As an inner disciple, Peter Brown was given a separate room. Sitting cross-legged inside, he pulled out the content regarding magical artifacts from the inheritance to study.

Peter Brown had always been puzzled by the seemingly chaotic naming of these flying vessels; places like the Cultivation World call them magic treasures or spiritual treasures, but in the Divine Realm, they are called divine artifacts. Yet here in this apparent place higher than the First Heaven, why is it still called a magical artifact?

After carefully examining the content, Peter Brown truly understood that names here in the Second Heaven have strict conventions. The most basic items are called white tools or white pills, prefixed with ’white.’ As one moves up a level, they are called magic weapons or magical artifacts, prefixed with ’magic.’ Beyond that are spiritual treasures, immortal treasures, and divine treasures—a mere change of a word, but worlds apart in meaning.

The deacon uses the sect’s magical tool, which is the most commonly used kind.

Having understood this, Peter Brown no longer concerned himself with these matters, sitting there comprehending the Heavenly Dao Technique inherited from the Human Clan, knowing that this would be the cultivation technique he would pursue in the future.

As days passed, the flying magical tool roamed between heaven and earth, heading towards the distant sect. After comprehending for a while, Peter Brown emerged from his room.

Upon emerging, Peter found that the flying vehicle resembled a large ship, with many people moving about on deck, watching the scenery outside.

Seeing so many people not cultivating and instead appearing here, Peter was initially stunned, then realized that nearly all were body refiners. Typically, body refiners cultivate more through external methods. Sitting meditation and adjusting breath are rare—not nonexistent, but too slow of a method, hence people would come out.

When Peter Brown arrived, everyone looked at him. As the only successful inner disciple, he received complex stares filled with various thoughts.

"Peter, have you emerged from closed cultivation too?"

As Peter was pondering, a voice came over.

Looking over, he saw a chubby guy smiling and greeting him.

Displaying a smile, Peter cupped his fists and replied, "May I ask for this friend’s name?"

"I am the third young master of the Void Abyss Clan, my name is Adrian Corbett."

Peter Brown thought the name was interesting and said, "Nice to meet you, Friend Adrian."

"Brother Wang, you are an inner disciple. I hope you will look after me in the future," the guy said with a familiar ease, his face full of smiles.

Looking at this guy, Peter Brown didn’t say much more. He believed the guy didn’t have any ill intentions.

"Are you from a clan?"

Peter Brown was rather curious about this.

Hearing Peter’s inquiry, Adrian Corbett bitterly smiled and said, "Clan disciples also have quota limits to enter the sect. Moreover, my talent isn’t high and could only shift to body refinement. When facing those gifted disciples who’ve cultivated various spell techniques, it’s challenging to get into the top hundred, so I had to resort to this method. Thankfully, I’m at the Middle Stage of Body Refining Level 3, just fitting the quota here."

Only then did Peter Brown understand why clan disciples would also participate in the mine’s large-scale competition.

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