The reason Beigong Yu valued the Demon Contribution Points so much was because, aside from reaching the Golden Core Realm to cast off slave status, there was another way.
That was... accumulating 10,000 Demon Contribution Points.
Compared to breaking through to the Golden Core Realm, he felt that using the second method to shake off slave status was much faster.
He detested his current identity.
Not just because of the lowly status, but also because of all the unfair treatment.
...
Black Mountain Town.
Moving at an extremely fast pace, Beigong Yu reached the square in the center of Black Mountain Town in just a few minutes.
There stood a war drum. Once he struck it, the many cultivators stationed in Black Mountain Town would know something had happened.
*Boom, boom, boom...*
A drumbeat echoing for a hundred miles suddenly resounded.
Hearing the sound of the Beast-Alert Drum, the hundreds and thousands of outer disciples of the Great Desolation Immortal Sect stationed in Black Mountain Town all changed expression and rushed to the Black Mountain Town square at once.
"Who is sounding the Beast-Alert Drum?"
"Who are you? Why are you sounding the Beast-Alert Drum?"
Numerous figures appeared in the square at lightning speed, staring in anger at Beigong Yu, who was vigorously hammering the Beast-Alert Drum.
Especially upon seeing the battle slave collar around Beigong Yu's neck, an undisguised look of disgust and contempt flashed in the eyes of many outer disciples.
Just then, a chubby little fellow's expression shifted when he spotted Beigong Yu.
He immediately pushed through the crowd, roaring with a face full of disgust.
"Audacious lowly slave, who gave you the gall to recklessly sound the Beast-Alert Drum? Don't you know this drum can only be beaten when a beast tide occurs?"
*This little bastard, he's not dead yet?*
*Those good-for-nothings couldn't even handle an ant-like battle slave?*
He happened to be away on business these past few days and hadn't been in Black Mountain Town.
He had assumed that a mere ant of a battle slave would have long since ended up in the bellies of wild beasts.
Who would have thought he was still alive?
"Everyone, a beast tide will sweep through Black Mountain Town in at most half an hour."
Beigong Yu glanced at Fatty Ding, suppressing the killing intent in his heart, and spoke indifferently.
As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a thunderclap that stirred up a thousand waves.
"Hmph, seeking attention with sensationalism! To curry favor with disciples of our Great Desolation Immortal Sect and escape slave status, you actually resort to such a shameless trick."
"None of us sense any sign of a beast tide erupting. What ability does an ant like you without even a Spirit Root have to discover a beast tide? Do you think an ant like us is stronger than we outer disciples of the Great Desolation Immortal Sect?"
Seeing that Beigong Yu merely glanced at him and ignored him thereafter, Fatty Ding grew furious and couldn't help roaring.
Beigong Yu gave the fat man a cold look, then said, "Do you think I don't know the consequences of making a false military report?"
A single sentence left the other man's face flushed with red.
"Everyone, I have already reported the matter. You can choose what to do next yourselves."
With that, Beigong Yu turned to leave.
The Great Desolation Immortal Sect was immensely powerful.
It was no exaggeration to call them the number one overlord force in the Great Wilderness Domain.
He couldn't see through the strength of a single outer disciple among them.
Well, that made sense; he was still lingering in the Body Refining Realm.
While the minimum requirement for an outer disciple of the Great Desolation Immortal Sect was the Spirit Gathering Realm.
The gap was simply too vast.
"Stop right there!"
Fatty Ding was enraged.
This damned lowly slave had ignored him over and over again—who gave him the guts?
Beigong Yu turned his head, looked calmly at Fatty Ding, and asked, "What is it?"
"You... you damned lowly slave, not only do you fail to show us any respect upon meeting us, but you're also this arrogant and insolent. You..."
"Enough!"
At that moment, the first qingyi-robed man to appear in the square coldly interrupted Fatty Ding. Then, fixing his gaze on Beigong Yu, he asked, "Little brother, are you that silver-haired youth who kept burying himself in the Chilian Mountains after finishing tasks?"
He could be considered the person in charge of Black Mountain Town, as well as the strongest cultivator among the many disciples, having reached the 1st Stage Foundation Establishment Realm.
He knew of Beigong Yu for two reasons.
First, in the entire Black Mountain Town, he was the only one with a head of silver hair.
Second, among all the battle slaves and even the outer disciples, he was the sole person who, whenever there were no assigned tasks, spent his entire day hunting wild beasts in the Chilian Mountains to earn Demon Contribution Points, only returning at night.
He was particularly impressed by this point.
He understood that in all the battle slave camps, only this youth, despite lacking a Spirit Root, refused to resign himself to mediocrity and sink into despair.
Though his courage was commendable, his future looked bleak with almost no hope.
Yet, he deeply admired such a person.
After all, he had walked that path himself.
Of course, he did possess a Spirit Root.
It was just of very low grade, and barring some heaven-defying fortune in this lifetime, he would top out at the Golden Core Realm.
They said nobody hits a smiling face.
Hearing this, Beigong Yu wore a trace of a smile, cupped his fists slightly, and said, "Reporting to Senior Brother, about five minutes ago in the Chilian Mountains, I saw thousands upon tens of thousands of wild beasts and Demon Beasts stampeding frantically toward Black Mountain Town. I feared a beast tide had erupted, so I rushed back immediately for the safety of the town."
"Senior Brother? Haha... Good. If this is true, I will personally reward you with 500 Demon Contribution Points."
At these words, Beigong Yu's eyes lit up slightly. He cast a grateful look at the other man, gave a salute, and turned to leave.
He had already reported the matter, so there was no need for him to stay here.
Naturally, as a member of the battle slave camp, whenever a beast tide broke out, they were always the ones charging at the very front.
Therefore, he needed to go back and make some preparations.
For instance, changing into a fresh set of clothes.
"This kid... interesting. He actually called me Senior Brother. Could it be he's very confident about shaking off his slave status and becoming a disciple of the Great Desolation Immortal Sect?"
Watching Beigong Yu walk toward the battle slave camp, a look of amusement danced in Li Yun's eyes.
He was an extremely slick person.
He rarely made enemies.
Even toward battle slaves, he had never spoken harshly.
There were too many wonders and mysteries in this world.
No one could guarantee that losing power for a moment meant losing it forever.
Similar examples abounded, not just in the Xuanhuang Realm, but even within the Great Desolation Immortal Sect.
There were even some battle slaves who, turning their luck around and seizing an opportunity one day, ultimately rose to prominence.
Thus, his motto in life was to avoid provoking people whenever possible, keep a low profile, and survive as the ultimate path.
Of course, this applied here within the Great Desolation Immortal Sect.
If he were outside, it would be a different story.
After all, the Great Desolation Immortal Sect was the undisputed number one overlord among the human race in the Great Wilderness Domain; even outer disciples were not people others could casually provoke.
"Senior Brother Li Yun, that kid is nothing more than a lowly slave. How can his words be trusted?"
"I think he's clearly talking nonsense just to curry favor with you, Senior Brother Li Yun, so..."
"Little Fatty, you're trying to destroy your Senior Brother."
Li Yun patted Fatty Ding's shoulder and smiled with meaningful implication.
"Ah? Senior Brother Li Yun, what do you mean by that? Your little brother has always been utterly loyal to you; how could I possibly harm you?"
"Tell me... what if the beast tide has truly erupted?"
At these words, Fatty Ding gave a violent start, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.