103 The Auction For Top-Of-The-Line Jam! Making A Grandmaster Shiver And Shake (1/2)
”NO! He just became a Saint, so obviously he needs to come with me to increase his body's cultivation first!” A burly-looking mass of muscles yelled out in indignation.
”No, you dumb idiot! He just became a Saint right? Wouldn't it be best if he improved his Alchemy first to make all the pills he needs to improve his body cultivation first?!” A feisty dark-skinned lass retorted with a deathening pressure impacting everyone as she spoke.
”Pills are a second rate profession unworthy of my precious! Jam come inscribe talismans with me, only Inscriptionist are regarded with any dignity at the Gathering. Don't be fooled by that bitc… woman.” This person was the youngest looking man of the bunch before Jam; excluding the Sect Head of course. And he talked a lot of shit up into he almost called Latoya a bitch… Right then and there, a real murderous intent blossomed within the room and prompted the young man into holding back his loose tongue.
”All of you are shit-brained retards! Obviously, he needs to improve his abilities as a formations master before all that to make the most of the Alchemy, Inscriptionist, or Body Cultivation paths!” An even louder voice, belonging to what looked to be the weakest most kind-looking old man before this heated debate began, threatened to shatter the previous three threatening pressures; but only ended up being on par with them.
”Che… Why are we even making him improve on those other worthless occupations? He wouldn't need anything to become a god-tier Illusionist with the current strength of his soul...” A quiet mummified woman spoke with disdain at all the others before here.
”Fuck all of you! Jam come to my side and we can get you ready for the Refiner's competition first! I know it's not really an urgent matter for now… BUT, if you come with me first, I'll, I'll… help you make a Tier 6 weapon.” Another old man, one who looked more like a seasoned veteran cultivator, spoke in an almost begging tone. He didn't even dare to show his face to the other Occupational Heads.
The fierce debate only escalated as the Head of Refining brought out a new method of enticement for Jam. He had opened pandora's box as the other Heads started to offer up resources to Jam as if he were an item up for auction.
”Tier 6 weapons? I'll give you all the Tier 7 pills you want!”
”Why would you want pills when I can give you talismans!”
”T-tier 8… I'll give you a Tier 8 weapon from my personal collection!”
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As the auction heated up and became more exciting, the last two Heads of Beast Taming and Spiritual Cooking slouched over and complained within their hearts as to how unfair the world was. They couldn't really offer Jam anything he needed right now, at least not in an immediate form that he would get from the other Heads and the Head of Spiritual Cooking was even worse off than the Head of Beast Taming as Jam's skills as a Beast Tamer were falsifiably proven to be god-like as even now, he had a Sage Realm serpent coiled around his arm.
Time passed like flowing water, and eventually, even the Sect Head had enough of the Occupational Heads making a mockery of her office. She said ”ENOUGH! There's still four months before the Gathering, so we'll just have Jam spend half a month with each of you. Cultivation comes first and foremost, so he'll start with Alchemy and Body Refining. Thereafter he can choose what to take, but you'll each get half a month with him in the end. So, kindly stop your pointless arguments and get to training him already!”
Just like that the fierce debate over Jam's time came to a close. Jam's time was put on sale without his consent, so for the next couple months he would be stuck training in the various secondary occupations. He couldn't even put up a fight as Latoya took his hand and practically dragged him out of the Sect Head's office. The Head of Body Refinement looked at his diamond in the rough being stolen right before his eyes, but he knew he couldn't do anything. In his heart he knew that Jam would make the most improvements if he refined his body with pills he himself created, so the Head could only hide the injustice he felt in some remote corner of his heart.
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In no time at all, Jam once again returned to the Alchemy Division's building. Under the gaze of hundreds and thousands of alchemists, both rookie and master alike, Jam was practically carried off into the Head's private room. Upon securing her pray, Latoya then shut the doors to her domain and various locking sounds and energy barriers manifested in clear view of everyone, leading many to think of fictitious yet juicy gossip.