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Yun Duo left the elder's place and was not in a hurry to return to the courtyard. She had not been back for three years and the tribe had changed a lot.

In the past, the clan was short of cultivation resources, and all cultivation resources were only available to disciples with excellent spiritual roots or high talents. Other disciples could only improve their cultivation through clan tasks or going out for training.

Ever since she provided cultivation resources to the clan, the clan elders have revised the previous resource allocation method.

The disciples are divided into three levels.

The first class has excellent spiritual roots and high talents, and half of the cultivation resources are used on these disciples.

The second category consists of those who do not have good spiritual roots but work hard to improve themselves. Thirty percent of the cultivation resources are used on these disciples.

The third class is mixed spiritual roots, with poor comprehension. If these disciples want to obtain clan resources, they need to complete clan tasks and obtain corresponding cultivation resources based on the amount of tasks completed.

The elders of the clan changed the distribution of resources, and the second-class disciples benefited the most while the first-class disciples felt that their interests were being taken away, so from time to time, disciples in the clan would compete with each other.

Yun Duo approached the martial arts training ground and saw many disciples gathered there.

"Xiang Bai, do you dare to make a bet with me today? Whoever loses will be offered the cultivation resources for next month."

A young man in brocade clothes looked at the young man in coarse linen clothes opposite him and said.

"Xiang Qing, don't go too far. You have already robbed everyone of their cultivation resources this month. Aren't you afraid that the elders will know and punish you?"

The boy looked at the other person angrily.

"I am willing to accept the loss. Even if the elders of the clan are involved, what is there to fear?"

The young man in brocade clothes tapped the dagger in his hand and then spoke again.

"Besides, these resources originally belong to us. The elders are really old and confused. It would be a waste to distribute the cultivation resources to you."

The young man in brocade clothes looked at the group of people behind the young man in rough clothes with contempt as if they were a bunch of trash.

"Xiang Qing, don't think that you can be so arrogant just because your father is the clan leader."

Xiang Bai looked at the arrogant young man opposite him and said coldly.

"Am I wrong? The clan has provided you with cultivation resources for three years, but each of you has only improved your cultivation to a small level. You are nothing but trash."

Xiang Qing thought of those elixirs rich in spiritual energy every time the cultivation resources were distributed, and he looked at Xiang Bai and others with even more disgust.

In the past, all the clan’s resources belonged to these chosen ones, not to Xiang Bai and his gang of rabble.

Ever since the clan elders changed the resource allocation, his cultivation resources have been reduced by half. Thinking of this, Xiang Qing couldn't help but resent the clan elders. His father was the clan leader, and the cultivation resources should have been used only by him, so that his cultivation could advance by leaps and bounds. Now, not only did he have to share the resources with the elite disciples, but he also had to share them with the trash fellows he had always looked down upon.

Xiang Qing had a deep resentment towards the clan elders. When the former clan leader was about to die, the clan could not be without a clan leader, so the former clan leader recommended Xiang Qian to be the next clan leader. The clan elder did not agree. He said that Xiang Qian was brave but not wise, and was not fit for the position of clan leader. He also strongly recommended Xiang Yu. Later, Xiang Yu died, and the clan elders were sad for a while. Xiang Qian took this opportunity to take the position of clan leader, but by the time the clan elders reacted, it was already a fait accompli.

All the disciples present knew that Xiang Qing had a grudge against the clan elders. Since his father was the clan leader, few dared to challenge him. However, Xiang Bai was not afraid because he had no father or mother and no weaknesses.

"We are trash, how can you be any better? In the past three years, whether it is the cultivation resources you received or the ones you robbed from other disciples, you have received more than us. In three years, your cultivation has only improved by two small realms. But I heard that Xiang Niannian is now in the incarnation stage. When she went out for training, she was only in the great perfection of foundation building. Compared with her, you are not even as good as trash."

Xiang Bai's words distorted Xiang Qingqi's face.

Yun Duo didn't expect that she was just joining in the fun and the war would eventually involve her.

If we were to ask who Xiang Qing, one of his fellow tribesmen, hates the most, Xiang Niannian would definitely be ranked number one.

When he was young, he was known as a genius boy. There seemed to be no bottleneck in his cultivation. In five years, he completed the whole process from drawing Qi into the body to building the foundation in one go.

Until Xiang Niannian was born, he was born with a special talent that surpassed him, and the genius everyone talked about became Xiang Niannian.

She lived up to everyone's expectations and successfully built her foundation in just three years. Since then, her cultivation has always been higher than his, making her the number one among her peers in the clan.

Until she met with danger in the Monster Forest three years ago, Xiang Qing thought he could finally get rid of her suppression. He never expected that when she reappeared three years later, she had become an existence beyond his reach.

The more Xiang Qing thought about it, the angrier he got. He almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but he forced it down.

Xiang Qing glared at Xiang Bai angrily, with murderous intent in his heart.