Dual Cultivator with a cultivation system

As soon as the beam of light shot straight into the sky, everyone's gaze followed it. Under their watchful eyes, it suddenly split into several smaller beams that scattered across and headed towards the crowd at random, causing some people to panic.

"Damn, that's heading straight toward me!" one man shouted in alarm, his eyes widening as the beam shot straight toward the person standing next to him.

"Shit, why is it coming to me?!" another cultivator cried out in nervousness as he watched it was heading towards him.

"Ignorant fools. Stop panicking—can't you sense there's no ill intent coming from them?" sneered a man with disdain, watching the commotion with clear irritation.

"Eh… looks like those beams of light are carrying something," muttered another cultivator, squinting as he tried to make out the shapes inside. Soon, many others noticed it too.

Everyone watched closely as the beams stopped in front of several individuals. Then, with a faint shimmer, the light shattered—revealing wooden tokens floating in front of the chosen cultivators.

"What's this?" Jiang Yao asked, staring at the wooden token that had appeared in front of Wang Ming. The token bore the number 0 carved into it.

Wang Ming glanced around and saw that others—both men and women—also had tokens hovering before them, including the masked man. Everyone grabbed their tokens without hesitation, and Wang Ming followed suit since he sensed no malice from them.

Crack!

"What the…" Wang Ming muttered as his token suddenly split into smaller tokens, each etched with the numbers 1, 2, and 3. His brows furrowed in suspicion.

Buzz…

Just as he was about to ponder further, glowing text appeared in the air above the white palace.

Team Tokens have been distributed to those with the strongest cultivation present.

The tokens serve as entry passes to the White Palace. The wielder of Token Number 0 is designated as the Team Leader and may carry three additional people by giving them the other numbered tokens.

Note: A token holder can be killed, and the person delivering the killing blow will become the new wielder.

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"So that's the purpose, huh," Wang Ming mumbled as he studied the token. His eyes glinted when he read the last line of text, and he turned around to observe the reactions of the others.

The masked man, along with another man and two women who had also received tokens, looked visibly delighted. But their expressions soon turned cold, their cold gazes sweeping over the crowd.

Meanwhile, the rest of the cultivators hesitated. A few of them cast malicious glances at Wang Ming and the other token holders, whispering among themselves.

"Damn, why couldn't I get one?" cursed one of them.

"Who told you to have lower cultivation?" sneered another.

"Hey, should we try to approach them and request to join their team?" asked someone else.

"That seems like the logical way," said another cautiously. They weren't foolish—life mattered more than treasures, and trying to snatch tokens would only be courting death.

But there were still a few in the crowd who didn't share the same thoughts.

"Hey, should we go and offer them some treasures? Or maybe you ladies could seduce the men who got the tokens," said a handsome man, leering at the beauties next to him.

"Hah, why would we lower ourselves? Everyone here has a powerful background. Do you really think they'd care about treasures?" one of the women sneered. The group fell silent. She was right—those who got the tokens were either talented or backed by strong forces. If their cultivation had been weak, it would've been different; they could've just forced them to hand the tokens over. But the palace itself had declared that only the strongest had received them.

"What's the big deal? We can just gang up on them and beat them — as long as we don't kill them, it's fair," said one of the men.

"True, and looks like other groups have begun to move too. Let's go," he added, noticing others walking toward those with tokens.

"Hey, Wang Ming, look — we're being surrounded," Min Li said with a frown as he saw about twenty people closing in on them.

"Sigh…" Wang Ming glanced at the cultivators who had surrounded them and let out a long breath. Then, one of the cultivators stepped forward and said coldly:

"Hand over the token you just got."

The man's gaze shifted between Wang Ming and the three women beside him, who were glaring back with caution.

'Sigh, these idiots…' Wu Jing and Min Li, who already knew Wang Ming's strength, remained calm, while Jiang Yao grew tense after noticing that some of the cultivators were at the 6th and 7th stages of Core Formation.

"Indeed, little brother, we don't want to fight—just hand over the token. We outnumber you," said a beautiful woman as she stared at Wang Ming.

"Hand it over, and we won't break your bones," added a man with a scar on his face.

Wang Ming suddenly burst out laughing. "Pffft—hahaha."

"Why the hell are you laughing?" the scarred man demanded, his expression darkening.

"Did you read the message? It said I have one of the strongest cultivations. Do you really think numbers matter to me?" Wang Ming said calmly, and the group hesitated.

"Flickering Steps," Wang Ming murmured, then vanished from his spot. The panicked crowd felt a breeze brush past them.

"Where did he go?" a woman cried nervously.

"Hey!" Wang Ming's voice rang out. The group looked up and paled when they saw him holding various weapons and storage rings. They hurriedly checked their belongings—and found them gone.

"No way," one of them stammered, stepping back.

"You're lucky. If this were outside the Spirit Dimension, you'd be dead by my hands," Wang Ming said as he tossed their belongings back onto the ground.

A gulp ran through the group. They swallowed hard as they stared at Wang Ming in terror, suddenly aware that he could kill them in an instant.

"Hurry—take your things and go," Wang Ming said, waving them off.