What We Dreamed of Was Within Ji Jiuwu's Easy Reach

"This Ji Jiuwu is too arrogant!"

"Exactly, he's clearly looking down on us commoners. He only got his seeded spot because his older brother was injured, yet he dares to be so arrogant."

"Let's teach this arrogant Quanya a lesson!"

Below the arena, a group of disciples from commoner backgrounds all looked indignant, wishing they could go up on stage and teach Ji Jiuwu a lesson.

Apart from the high priest, the clan chief, and the nine priests, the other elders of the Long River Tribe also looked at Ji Jiuwu with strange eyes.

An elder looked at Ji Yuantao and said, "A-Tao, how come your child has become so arrogant after being away for three years? Speaking like that is not good for the unity of our Long River Tribe."

Ji Yuantao smiled and said, "Elder, is it possible that Jiuwu was just telling the truth, but the truth was too hurtful and unacceptable?"

Clan elder:???

On the arena, Quanya's face darkened upon hearing Ji Jiuwu's words. He coldly stared at Ji Jiuwu and said, "Young Master Jiuwu, although I am a commoner, you cannot look down on me like this."

Ji Jiuwu laughed upon hearing this and said calmly, "I'm not looking down on you, I'm just stating the facts. Use your full strength."

"Good!"

Quanya could no longer hold back. A powerful surge of blood energy erupted from his body, causing his entire body to swell instantly. The once resolute young man transformed into a muscular powerhouse.

"Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain!"

With a loud shout, Quanya Ya leaped high into the air and brought his axe down from the sky to strike Ji Jiuwu.

The black axe in his hand emitted a dazzling light, captivating the eye just by looking at it.

In that instant, he was like a tiger descending from the mountain, opening his blood-red maw to devour Ji Jiuwu.

Ji Jiuwu remained standing motionless, showing no intention of making a move.

Just as the axe was about to strike Ji Jiuwu's head, a powerful aura suddenly burst forth from his body and shot straight into the sky.

Boom!

With a loud bang, Quanya was instantly blasted away by the aura unleashed by Ji Jiuwu, gliding in an arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Silence fell instantly. The entire place was so quiet that even the breathing of the surrounding cultivators could be heard clearly. They were as if petrified, standing there stunned for a long time, unable to come back to their senses.

Ji Jiuwu ignored everyone's surprise. As a cultivator in the Spirit Nurturing Realm, why would he need to take action against a junior in the Organ Refining Realm? If word got out, his master would probably laugh at him.

He turned to the Ninth Priest beside him and said, "Grandfather Jiu, you can announce the result of this match now."

The Ninth Priestess, regaining her senses, proclaimed loudly, "Battle Ji Jiuwu has won!"

Only after the words were spoken did the people present come to their senses, looking at Ji Jiuwu was slowly walking off the stage with incredulous eyes. How could this guy be so powerful?

In particular, the Ji Lineage's several prodigies who wanted to compete for the top three or even the championship began to simulate in their minds whether they could defeat the Quanya simply by relying on their blood energy, just like Ji Jiuwu.

But soon, a look of defeat appeared on each of their faces. With their current vitality, they simply couldn't defeat the Quanya with just their vitality, like Ji Jiuwu had done.

How did Ji Jiuwu or six years?

Below the arena, even the commoners who had previously looked down on Ji Jiuwu Ji Jiuwu stunned into silence by his power.

In the Long River Tribe, a tribe that reveres the strong, Ji Jiuwu used his power to intimidate all his peers.

It took Quanya a while to wake up. After listening to his companion's story, he turned his gaze to Ji Jiuwu on the stands and thought to himself: This Young Master Jiuwu is so powerful. After this competition, I must follow Young Master Jiuwu so that I can become a true nobleman!

The competition continued, and Ji Jiuwu did not make a move until the top ten, each time using his blood energy to blast his opponents away.

Even after the top ten competition, Ji Jiuwu defeated his opponent with a single move. Such formidable strength shocked everyone in the Long River Tribe.

Ji Jiuwu became the champion, and the clan leader began to announce the rewards, his voice echoing throughout the entire square.

"This competition has concluded. Aside from the spot to travel to the Water God Tribe for training, which went to Ji Jinwu came in second, all other rewards remain the same."

As soon as the announcement was made, everyone present began to discuss it.

"Chieftain, this reward is so unfair! Although Young Master Jiuwu is a bit arrogant, he is truly strong. Shouldn't someone like him represent our Long River Tribe to train at the Water God Tribe?"

"That's right, the Young Master Jiuwu is the clan leader's grandson, how could he do such an unfair thing?"

"..."

Even Ji Jinwu was stunned. He never expected that the coveted spot would be his. He stepped forward and said, "Clan leader, I cannot accept this spot."

Upon hearing this, the clan chief smiled and said, "Jinwu, understand your thoughts, but Jiuwu is already cultivating under a Shaman God, so it's impossible for him to go to the Water God Tribe to cultivate. If you feel sorry for Jiuwu, then work hard in your cultivation and prove that you haven't let the tribe down."

"What?"

Ji Jinwu never imagined that what he had longed for was so easily attainable for Ji Jiuwu. Was the gap between him really that vast?

"Alright, this competition is now concluded. Does anyone have any further objections?"

After the clan chief finished speaking, he looked around at everyone present.

We have no objection.

Everyone said in unison.

With the conclusion of the competition, Ji Jiuwu became one of the candidates for the young chieftain of the Long River Tribe. As a candidate, he could choose his own followers, own his own Shi Residence, and also possess land and slaves.

Ji Jiuwu didn't care about these things and left them all to his mother to handle.

One day, Ji Jiuwu Ji Jiuwu cultivating at home when a maid approached him and respectfully said, "Young Master Jiuwu, Madam invites you to the front courtyard."

"I see."

After Ji Jiuwu responded, he stood up and walked towards the front yard. When he arrived, there were already seven or eight teenagers waiting quietly. Each of them had a determined look in their eyes, as if they were determined to win the position of attendant.

When Ji's mother saw her son arrive, she said, "My child, many people want to become your attendants. I have selected eight young men from the city guard, and according to the rules, you can choose four of them."

Upon hearing this, Ji Jiuwu respectfully replied, "Thank you for your trouble, Mother. However, I don't want to be too picky. My master prefers quiet, so I will choose two people to follow me."

Upon hearing this, the eight youths present all showed signs of tension and unease. In their view, Ji Jiuwu was the most likely young master to become the clan leader. If they failed to seize this opportunity, they would never become nobles in their lives.

Ji Jiuwu glanced around and quickly spotted a familiar face in the crowd. He smiled and said, "Quanya, we meet again."

"Quanya greets Young Master Jiuwu. I have offended Jiuwu before, and I hope you will forgive me."

After speaking, Quanya lowered his head, not daring to look Ji Jiuwu in the eye, for fear that the young master still remembered what happened that day.

Seeing his expression, Ji Jiuwu smiled and said, "There's no need to be so nervous. I'm not the kind of person who holds grudges. You did very well that day. If you want to follow me, then you're one of them."

"Thank you, Young Master Jiuwu."

As he spoke, Quanya knelt on one knee and bowed to Ji Jiuwu, his face showing admiration.

The seven people standing to the side looked at Quanya with envy, thinking to themselves: What a kind and generous young master, I must become his servant.

Ji Jiuwu turned his gaze to the seven people beside him and said calmly, "Introduce yourselves first, then each of you throw a punch at me. If your punch satisfies me, I'll accept you."

"Thank you, young master."

The seven of them said in unison that they had never expected the assessment of the Jiuwu Prince to be so simple, and they decided to do their best to show themselves.

A moment later, the assessment ended, Ji Jiuwu said calmly, "None of you seven passed my assessment. You may all step down."

Upon hearing this, the seven men looked surprised. One of them mustered his courage and asked, "Young master, can you give us a reason?"

Ji Jiuwu said calmly, "When you threw your punches, I saw fear in your eyes. A person who hesitates even to throw a punch is not qualified to follow me."

Upon hearing this, all seven people present lowered their heads in shame...