However, Ning Beichen learned that this was just a remote place. In the more central continent, there were many more powerful experts.
The Ancestral Land trial was precisely for the quota to go to the central continent.
Therefore, Ning Beichen dared not relax. He would practice every day.
Moreover, Ning Beichen also heard from Yang Qianrou that there were better cultivation techniques in the central continent, so that was the place everyone yearned for.
However, it was not easy to go to the central continent. One could not get there by walking alone. Along the way, countless powerful creatures would attack you, and you would be torn to shreds before you could even get out.
But it was not impossible. The only way for people here to go to the central continent was to enter the Ancestral Land for trials. If they succeeded and came out alive, someone from the central continent would come to escort them.
Thus, the competition for quotas to enter the Ancestral Land was fierce every year. Without great strength and influence, one could not even think of going to the Ancestral Land.
The members of the Holy Hunt were increasing, and factions were rampant, precisely because they were powerful and almost always secured quotas to enter the Ancestral Land every year.
Therefore, the only hope for people here to go to the central continent was to join the Holy Hunt or Thunder Kill. Joining might not guarantee a trip, but it was at least a hope of reaching the central continent.
There were still a few days before the Divine Realm hunt for the Golden Scaled Beast, so the hunting groups had basically stopped going out to hunt at this time, and were wholeheartedly preparing for the matters of the Divine Realm.
These matters were handled by Yang Qianrou, and as the vice-captain, Ning Beichen had nothing else to do. Thus, he would go out every day to understand and inquire about the news of this world.
Knowing oneself and the enemy leads to victory in a hundred battles. Ning Beichen did not believe he was invincible.
Not to mention the experts in the central continent, just the old man beside Yang Qianrou gave Ning Beichen a feeling of unfathomable depth.
Ning Beichen, as usual, ate in the lobby of the restaurant because it was the most crowded place, allowing Ning Beichen to gather much information he didn't know.
So, over these past few days, Ning Beichen had become thoroughly familiar with the Holy Hunt and the Thunder Kill hunting group, including their number of members and the strength of each individual.
However, there was little news about the central continent here. Most people here did not care about matters of the central continent because that place was too far away from them.
But there was still some news about the central continent, including the names and deeds of some powerful individuals, which Ning Beichen was most interested in.
Ning Beichen ordered some food and sat down to eat. Beside him, a few people were discussing news about the central continent, which Ning Beichen listened to with great interest.
The Ten Great Experts of the Central Continent, the Four Great Beauties, and the Three Great Sects, and so on.
Although this news might not be entirely true, it gave Ning Beichen a more three-dimensional picture of the central continent.
However, at this moment, several people walked up to Ning Beichen's table and told him to get lost because they wanted to eat there.
Ning Beichen, who was listening with relish, came back to his senses. He looked around and found that there were other tables elsewhere. These guys were clearly looking for trouble, so he naturally did not show them a good face.
"I'm sorry, I haven't finished eating yet. There are empty tables over there. You can sit there."
Ning Beichen glanced at them and did not give them a good look.
"Shorty, I told you to get lost, and I like eating here."
This group of people clearly thought Ning Beichen was easy to bully.
"What if I say no?"
Ning Beichen's eyes turned cold. He chose to keep a low profile, but that did not mean he was willing to be a coward or a doormat.
"I'm not asking for your opinion now, I'm informing you. Since you don't understand me, I'll help you get lost!"
A man who was two meters sixty tall snorted and reached out to grab Ning Beichen's neck. In his eyes, this shorty would not dare to resist.
"Scram!"
Ning Beichen flicked his finger, brushing against the man's arm.
The man let out a scream and felt as if his entire arm had gone numb, as if he had been electrocuted.
"How dare you!"
The other men attacked Ning Beichen simultaneously, and their strength was not weak, but in front of Ning Beichen, they were all trash.
Ning Beichen didn't even lift his butt, and he didn't even see him move. These guys, who were taller than Ning Beichen by a head, were sent flying.
"Trash!"
Ning Beichen said dismissively and continued to eat and drink.
At this moment, the waiter anxiously said to Ning Beichen, "You should leave quickly. These people are from Thunder Kill, and they will definitely find someone to retaliate against you."
"Is this the quality of people from Thunder Kill?"
Ning Beichen questioned with a tone of disdain.
But he was not afraid. However, the restaurant was afraid of being implicated and kept urging Ning Beichen to leave.
Ning Beichen did not want to make things difficult for the people at the restaurant. He stood up, paid the bill, and just as he walked out the door, he saw more than a dozen people blocking his way outside.
And among them were some of the guys Ning Beichen had sent flying in the restaurant. Seeing Ning Beichen come out of the restaurant, they quickly pointed him out and said something to the people beside them.
"Stop!"
These people immediately surrounded Ning Beichen at the entrance of the restaurant.
"Is it this shorty who injured you?"
A man asked the few people.
"It's him."
The person who had been sent flying by Ning Beichen in the restaurant yelled loudly, pointing his arm.
His arm still had no feeling, which made him terrified. Therefore, he had to capture this guy and get his arm back to normal.
"How dare you touch our Thunder Kill people! Shorty, do you kneel down and beg for mercy, or do we have to do it ourselves?"
These Thunder Kill members arrogantly said to Ning Beichen.
In this city, apart from the Holy Hunt, they, Thunder Kill, feared no one.
"Hmph! You're wrong and unreasonable, arrogant and shameless. I am very disappointed in your Thunder Kill."
Ning Beichen said coldly.
If the second-ranked Thunder Kill hunting group was made up of such trash, Ning Beichen was truly glad he had not chosen the Thunder Kill hunting group.
Because at first, Ning Beichen had seriously considered whether he should join the Thunder Kill hunting group.
But now, it seemed his choice was correct, otherwise, with his personality, even if he joined Thunder Kill, he would leave immediately.
"How dare you question our Thunder Kill hunting group! Since you refuse to kneel and confess, it's the same if we cripple you."
The one who reprimanded Ning Beichen drew a large saber and swung it at Ning Beichen, aiming directly at his limbs, intending to cripple Ning Beichen.