The dust had settled. Lin Qi was the final victor of Frostleaf Island's Spirit Treasure Grand Competition.
Aside from Li Xiaoxiao, who was puffing her cheeks in anger and pointedly ignoring Lin Qi, the younger members of the other families all came forward to offer him their congratulations. Throughout history, those who had ultimately won Frostleaf Island's Spirit Treasure Grand Competition—apart from the rare few unfortunate enough to perish early—had all gone on to become the pillars supporting their respective families abroad.
Take the victor from a thousand years ago, Wang Feitong, an elite of the previous generation from the Lion Clan. His cultivation had now steadily entered the demigod realm. And what he was doing now was enough to make every hair on Lin Qi's body stand on end when he heard of it—Wang Feitong was currently the chief military strategist of the Black Spirit Continent Tribal Allied Army. Under his personal command, the tribal allied army of the Black Spirit Continent had beaten the Black Spirit Empire into a state of chickens flying and dogs leaping, with smoke from war blanketing the land. They even seemed poised to wipe the Black Spirit Empire off the Black Spirit Continent altogether.
The younger members of the various families set up bonfires on the beach. Cleaned and skinned game was roasted over the flames, countless jars of fine wine were brought out, and everyone drank to their hearts' content in celebration. Some of the secret dealings of the various families and clans naturally became topics of conversation once the wine was flowing freely.
The secret tales of the other families aside, after hearing of Wang Feitong's glorious exploits, Lin Qi could not stop clicking his tongue in amazement. He had been all alone, commanding those honest, straightforward Black Spirit natives who