Of course, these servants are extremely cautious, knowing who can be provoked and who cannot, they must have an idea in mind.

With Ye Luo’s move, the surrounding servant disciples dared not step forward.

He walked out from the dust and smoke, picked up a few tokens from his body, and went to a corner.

This place is relatively quiet, as most of the fighting people are concentrated in the central area.

Of course, the disciples who can stay here mostly have some status, at least they are recognized experts among the servants.

These experts will only go out to collect tokens when the fighting reaches the most critical juncture.

After all, the tokens will only become more concentrated and will not be scattered.

Even if a token is obtained in the last second, it remains valid.

But as soon as Ye Luo arrived, he immediately attracted the attention of these strong individuals.

The aura of these people surged out instantly.

After all, this corner area is limited in size, and if they step out of this corner, they would be besieged from all sides, making it impossible even for these strong individuals to ensure their safety.

"Kid, get lost!"

Just as Ye Luo was approaching a certain area, an angry roar suddenly came.

In fact, Ye Luo had long noticed this middle-aged man. His strength had reached about the third level of the Heavenly Martial Realm, which was top-notch among these servants. Because of this, he had occupied this position since the beginning of the promotion tournament, and other servants dared not approach.

Therefore, Ye Luo’s approach immediately angered him.

If it were other strong individuals, he might have tolerated it, but Ye Luo’s displayed cultivation level was too low, making any challenge from such a weak figure a laughing matter among other strong individuals.

However, in Ye Luo’s eyes, he couldn’t arouse any interest at all!

He was too weak! Not only him, even those inner sect disciples were beneath Ye Luo’s notice.

"Courting death!"

Seeing that Ye Luo didn’t answer him, he flew into a rage and punched directly.

Rumble!

The force of the punch immediately stirred up the surrounding violent space-time law. Ye Luo knew this was a benefit for cultivators here, making it possible to resonate with the surrounding law and thereby increase attack power.

Of course, Ye Luo also had a faint space-time power on him, but unlike these cultivators, his space-time power came from the bones and refined crystal stones.

But others could not distinguish it at all, so from the beginning to the end, even a strong person like the Third Master did not know Ye Luo was a foreign cultivator.

Probably only Shui Yuehan knew.

Facing the punch, Ye Luo merely smiled slightly, without showing any resistance, and the punch force wrapped him tightly.

"Hmph, courting death, can’t even withstand my ordinary punch yet dared to provoke me!" The middle-aged man said disdainfully. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

But his punch was no ordinary punch; it was an all-out punch meant to intimidate the surrounding disciples and prevent others from disturbing.

And indeed, this punch had an effect; the surrounding disciples stayed far away, afraid of being affected.

However, after the punch, Ye Luo acted as if nothing happened, smiling, walking over lightly.

"You! How is that possible!" The middle-aged man instantly widened his eyes in shock.

He knew the power of his punch; even a disciple of comparable strength would be severely injured by catching it unguarded. But this young man was completely unharmed!

If he possessed such strength, why was he acting as a servant here?

Soon, the middle-aged man’s expression became bitter.

"Will you leave by yourself, or wait for me to make a move?" Ye Luo asked coldly.

This question stunned the middle-aged man, "I’ll leave by myself, I’ll leave!"

After saying this, he really scrambled away.

Considering Ye Luo was unfamiliar with the rules here, despite it being a promotion tournament, losing here could cost one’s life.

Although the two had not actually fought, the middle-aged man understood that Ye Luo’s ridiculously high defensive power guaranteed his own defeat.

And since Ye Luo clearly had no intention of taking his life, was he supposed to wait here to die?

Ye Luo didn’t care and sat cross-legged in the corner, not even bothering to ask the middle-aged man for the tokens.

Because he didn’t care about them at all.

However, as soon as he sat down, several powerful divine senses swept over him, obviously probing his reality.

Immediately, Ye Luo reacted, using Soul Shock, and those divine senses were dispersed.

In the distance, sounds of discontented cold snorts came from afar.

Naturally, they were from the strong individuals in the corner.

Generally speaking, even if not selected as inner sect disciples, they could walk out safely.

Moreover, Ye Luo found that the power of these strong individuals had already far exceeded that of the inner sect disciples. They came here not for promotion, but for token collection.

After all, a token rewarded two years of servant crystal stones, so for those here collecting hundreds of tokens was not a problem, possibly even more!

So, the amount of crystal stones they obtained was an astonishing number!

Of course, since the Moonwater Tribe had made such a rule, it naturally had to fulfill it. After all, there were only so many tokens, and the corresponding resources were a fixed amount, it was just a matter of allocation.

Ye Luo naturally ignored others and started cultivating here, becoming even more diligent here, not daring to slack off for even a moment.

Gradually, the scene began to lose control.

These bloody scenes easily made people lose their rationality, and many disciples began attacking indiscriminately. Their state of mind was damaged, or one could say, they were being led by their Heart Demon.

Rumble!

In the distance, colors were dazzling as the spells of these servant disciples kept blooming in the air, and each bloom took a servant disciple’s life.

This scene made Ye Luo secretly frightened.

The high-levels of the Moonwater Tribe were truly ruthless, as these were all their tribesmen!

Ye Luo casually turned his head and noticed that other strong individuals also wore unpleasant expressions.

Moreover, a few strong individuals approached, confusing Ye Luo.

"Young master has great skill. May I have a word with you?" one young man smiled and said.

His age was slightly older than Ye Luo’s, and his strength was roughly comparable to the middle-aged man Ye Luo had routed earlier.

Ye Luo immediately realized he surely had no desire to enter the inner sect and was there collecting tokens and claiming rewards.

Because being selected as an inner sect disciple would mean losing the token reward.

Moreover, although the selection was made through totems, whether to become an inner sect disciple was at the cultivator’s discretion.

That was indeed fair.