Summit Farmer

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!"