Blade Drawing Tournament (7)
Hmm! This sect should be able to come up with 100 million...
Hmm! This family isn't exactly poor...
Hey! The Corpse God Sect, a big sect, rich...
Ignoring the pointing fingers and whispers, Yue Qianchou strolled around happily, actually checking out who had come. He'd made such a commotion because he was prepared to loot two billion high-grade Spirit Stones. Looking around, he gradually got a better feel for the place; he figured two billion wouldn't be a problem. So he laughed even more heartily, even greeting a nobody from a minor sect with a warm "Good, good, good!"
His junior disciples, who had encountered him, were all flattered and secretly praised him. No wonder he had made such a name for himself in the Cultivation World; he was so amiable and approachable, something that ordinary cultivators couldn't match. It seemed the rumors about him being a scoundrel and a madman were just that—rumors. Rumors are harmful and shouldn't be believed! As a result, many disciples from various sects secretly resolved to take Yue Qianchou's demeanor and conduct as their role model for the future!
Wu Sihai's gaze kept subtly following Yue Qianchou as he wandered around. To be honest, Wu Sihai was genuinely afraid of this guy. Experience told him that wherever this guy went, trouble was bound to follow—a pattern that was almost always proven true. Wu Sihai looked around, and he had a vague premonition that something bad might happen at this 'Blade Drawing Tournament' again. That guy was a jinx!
"Brother Yue!" A hearty laugh rang out. Yue Qianchou turned around and saw that it was none other than Qiu Chou Wuyuan. He smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, "Senior Qiu!"
"Brother, you're too kind!" Chou Wuyuan laughed. "I've never seen anyone as generous as you in the Cultivation World! To actually be willing to take out two treasures to choose a master is truly rare!"
That sounds a bit odd. Does he doubt my sincerity? Yue Qianchou felt annoyed, but on the surface he remained polite and humble, saying, "You flatter me!"
Qiu Wuyuan stroked his beard with Chou Wuyuan smile, glancing around furtively. Suddenly, he transmitted his voice, "Brother, you don't need to hide it from me. Is there some trick to getting these two treasures? Otherwise, how could Luo Qingtian's cultivation be inferior to yours? To be honest, I really like these two treasures. If you're short of Spirit Stones, just say so. I'll make the decision for you. The Myriad Demon Palace will give you two hundred million high-grade Spirit Stones."
"Damn! Two hundred million for two billion of mine, and you still want to take the stuff with you?" Yue Qianchou's expression instantly turned serious, and he solemnly said, "Senior Qiu, I, Yue Qianchou, have always acted with integrity and uprightness, and besides, I'm not doing this for money. Please do as you please, I'll go see how the preparations are going." He didn't want to get entangled with him and turned to leave.
Chou Wuyuan taken aback, then found it both funny and exasperating. "You're only after money? Do you really think everyone in the world is stupid? Everyone knows you're relying on the power of your treasures to try and get Spirit Stone for nothing, and you say it's not for money? Sigh! Looks like your offer was too low; this kid isn't interested!"
Feeling distraught Yue Qianchou walked to the makeshift stage and asked Wu Sihai, "Can we begin now?"
"Wait!" Wu Sihai gestured towards the empty seat on the left, near the stage. Yue Qianchou glanced at the Myriad Demon Palace members already present on the right, then at the empty seat on the left. Needless to say, the only one lined up at the very front was Fu Xian Island. He sighed, not saying anything. Fu Xian Island, claiming to be the number one sect in the world, was certainly going to be a bit more arrogant! They always made a grand entrance as the last act.
Just then, the group from Fu Xian Island arrived, led by Ou Sihai from the Cultivation Pavilion. Behind them were a dozen or so top experts from the Cultivation Pavilion, including Dongfang Changao. Most of these people recognized Yue Qianchou, and upon seeing Yue Qianchou on the stage, they were all taken aback. Ou Sihai even shook his head and sighed before leading his group to their seats. Everyone fell silent, knowing that the arrival of the Fu Xian Island meant the competition was about to begin, and all eyes turned to the stage.
"We can begin," Wu Sihai said to Yue Qianchou. Yue Qianchou nodded, and Wu Sihai addressed the crowd, "Everyone, the rules of the Sword Blade Drawing Tournament are self-evident; I'm sure you've all seen the notices posted outside. Those who wish to participate, please come forward and pay your Spirit Stone, in pairs!"
Wearing red ribbons and large red flowers, Ziyi and Wu Lixue walked out from backstage. Yue Qianchou had assigned the two to collect Spirit Stone. The two beauties attracted a lot of attention as soon as they appeared on stage.
However, most people inside the tent were just looking around, with no sect or individual stepping forward first. Smaller sects were too embarrassed to go first, fearing they might offend the larger sects. The larger sects, on the other hand, were putting on airs—perhaps that's just the demeanor of a major sect!
After waiting for a long time, everyone just looked at each other, and no one came out.
"They've all come all this way, why are you putting on airs? You're just wasting time! Ten million high-grade Spirit Stones a minute is a fraction of a second!" Yue Qianchou an eyebrow, jumped off the stage, and pulled a Great Black Saber from his Storage Bag in each hand as he walked, his movements clean and efficient. All eyes immediately fell on the two cleavers, the calm atmosphere in the arena instantly shattered, everyone eager to try their luck.
In the center of the arena stood two black circles, each two meters in diameter and about three meters apart—two black iron discs buried deep in the ground. Before Yue Qianchou even reached the center, he hurled his two large swords into the air. The swords fell silently, embedding themselves two-thirds of their length into the center of the iron discs with two sharp "whoosh" sounds. The sheer sharpness with which he cut through the black iron like tofu drew gasps of amazement from the crowd.
"No wonder even the sword of the Daluo Sect Master was cut in half; its sharpness alone is beyond what ordinary Law Treasure can match," some people murmured among themselves. The Daluo Sect, which was also present, changed their expressions upon hearing these words.
Yue Qianchou strolled between the two swords, looked around, and said loudly, "The two precious swords are here. If no one comes to participate after an hour, then I, Yue Qianchou, will personally draw these two swords and take them back, and personally end this tournament. The rules of the Blade Drawing Tournament do not stipulate that I cannot participate. Just don't say that I, Yue Qianchou, am not keeping my word afterward."
His words were spoken with unwavering conviction, leaving no room for doubt. As soon as he finished speaking, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, his face hardened, he walked straight back to the stage, without the slightest hesitation. Wu Sihai looked at Yue Qianchou as he returned with an approving expression, then glanced at his granddaughter, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
Now everyone was on edge. People from each faction's booth stepped forward, carrying Storage Bag. Just then, someone shouted, "Let my Myriad Demon Palace take the lead!" A figure flashed out—it was Chou Wuyuan. But almost as soon as he appeared, his old rival Dongfang Changao, appeared beside him, proudly declaring, "Brother Qiu, with you personally taking the lead, how could I, Dongfang Changao, not oblige!"
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