Hearing Zhu Wuneng thank him, the Sword Lunatic immediately stopped him.
How would that look, letting their employer thank them? Wouldn't that damage the image of the Guiyi Sword Sect?
Just then, Ji Chen pulled out a storage bag and handed it to Zhu Wuneng. “Little Friend Zhu, this is a portion of the harvest from catching those little thieves last night!”
After all, if they hadn't stayed in Zhu Wuneng’s courtyard, they wouldn't have had the chance to meet Lu Ming. And without meeting Lu Ming, they wouldn't have learned how to do business and make such a massive profit. Therefore, Zhu Wuneng deserved a share of the credit for all of it.
Zhu Wuneng waved his hands repeatedly. “This has nothing to do with me. You earned it yourselves; I can’t take it.” No matter what they said, Zhu Wuneng refused to accept it.
Left with no choice, Ji Chen finally gave up. However, he had already decided that the Huaguoshan lineage would be a close friend of the Guiyi Sword Sect from now on.
Seeing that the sky was growing bright, Ji Chen and the others didn't rest any longer. After tidying up, they escorted Zhu Wuneng toward the Tiansheng Sect.
When the group arrived at the Tiansheng Sect, they saw from a distance a monkey sitting in the Huaguoshan section with his legs crossed. He wore a Phoenix Wing Purple Gold Crown, and his golden armor glistened brilliantly under the sunlight, making him look exceptionally majestic.
The moment they saw Lu Ming, Ji Chen and his group were stunned. He turned to Zhu Wuneng and asked in confusion, “Is that your Saint?”
“Yes, that is our Saint, Great Sage Sun the Lesser, Sun Xiaosheng. Handsome, isn't he?” Zhu Wuneng introduced him proudly.
Ji Chen nodded. “Very handsome!” He then exchanged a glance with the Sword Lunatic. They had never imagined that Zhu Wuneng’s Saint would be a monkey; they had assumed it would be another pig. This was quite different from what they had expected!
“Greetings, Fellow Daoist Sun. I am Little Friend Zhu’s bodyguard, Ji Chen...” Ji Chen approached Lu Ming and cupped his fists in greeting.
Lu Ming quickly stood up and returned the gesture. “Greetings, Fellow Daoist Ji! I am the Saint of the Huaguoshan lineage, Sun Xiaosheng!” Then, he turned to the Sword Lunatic. “Greetings, Senior Jian!”
The Sword Lunatic had been observing Lu Ming and was surprised that the monkey recognized him. He offered a chuckle. “Greetings, Little Friend Sun!”
At the same time, he muttered in his heart, This is the first time I've seen such a good-looking monkey... I must say, he looks remarkably human-like!
While Lu Ming and the others were exchanging pleasantries, Sect Master Gu of the Tiansheng Sect stood once more upon the elevated platform. His gaze swept across the venue, and he noticed that only the flag of the Qingshan Sect was present; Lu Ming was nowhere to be seen!
Sect Master Gu frowned. Why hasn't Lu Ming come? Does he not intend to observe the battles of these participants?
Despite his doubts, he still announced the start of the tournament.
As the Tiansheng Sect Leader’s figure flickered and vanished from the platform, a deafening rumble suddenly echoed between heaven and earth! The entire platform began to vibrate violently. The originally circular and ancient platform began to expand outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A moment later, nine identical platforms extended from the central main stage. Each platform matched the main stage in size and specification, with runes flowing across them, forming a perfect circle around the center. The spiritual light from the ten platforms interconnected, creating a cold and majestic atmosphere.
Lu Ming’s eyes lit up at the sight. Is it this high-end? After all, with so many people participating, it would take too long if they fought one by one. Thus, the Tiansheng Sect had arranged for ten groups to compete simultaneously!
Lu Ming was among those in the first round. His opponent was a rogue cultivator—a bearded giant holding a massive mace as thick as a millstone and about ten feet long.
The mace was covered in hideous barbs and emitted a gloomy dark luster. Just by standing there, the giant’s presence caused the air to tremble slightly. He looked down at the thin Lu Ming with utter disdain and spat out a single word in a coarse voice: “Weak.”
Lu Ming was taken aback. What? Weak? How did this guy conclude I’m weak?
He looked at the opponent’s massive mace. With a thought, Lu Ming summoned his Weapon Vault and had it transform into the shape of a staff. However, this time, the Weapon Vault was different from the one he usually held. The entire massive golden staff was as thick as a three-man girth.
Lu Ming dragged the massive Weapon Vault staff and looked at the opponent with equal disdain. “So weak!”
The bearded giant’s eyes widened as he stared at the gargantuan staff in Lu Ming’s hand. After a long silence, he choked out a sentence: “Daring to admit that someone else's weapon is bigger is a discipline in itself!”
Lu Ming was stunned. He had expected the man to be defiant or even attack immediately. He never imagined the guy would say something like that.
Just then, the giant put away his mace and spoke. “I lose!”
Lu Ming was even more bewildered. Didn't we come up here to fight for our lives? How did this turn into a size comparison?
Lu Ming looked regretfully at the storage bag hanging from the giant’s waist. Ouch... that’s the heartache of losing a hundred million spirit stones...
But since the opponent had already surrendered, attacking him now would clearly be a violation of the rules! Helplessly, Lu Ming could only put away his weapon and jump down from the platform.
Not only was Lu Ming surprised, but the audience watching them was also left speechless. They were waiting for a fight! And this was it? So you just went up there to show off your weapons?
At that moment, Ye Fan’s eyes narrowed as he watched Lu Ming jump down. Others might not know this monkey was Lu Ming, but he knew! Hadn't he seen this image of Lu Ming back in the demon race territory? He had even been beaten to death once by this very monkey form.
After a moment of reflection, he did not expose Lu Ming’s identity. Many people were wary of Lu Ming’s status as the Saint of the Qingshan Sect and dared not act. But no one would be wary of this monkey’s identity, making him even easier to kill!
Thinking of this, his gaze swept across the higher-ranking sect saints like the Tianqi Crown Prince and the Yunhua Saint. Lu Ming, you must die this time...
After returning to his seat, Lu Ming quickly sent a sound transmission to Wang Defa and the others: “When you go up, don't show off and don't give the opponent a chance to forfeit... Finish it quickly; the storage bags are what matters...”
Fu Chen, who was about to take the stage, heard Lu Ming’s transmission and nodded silently.
“Emperor of the Xinghe Dynasty versus the Eldest Senior Brother of the Chitian Sect...”
As soon as the referee’s voice fell, Fu Chen flickered and charged toward his opponent with extreme speed. Seeing Fu Chen rush over, the opponent quickly propped up a spiritual shield.
A golden light flashed as Fu Chen’s hand rose and the brick fell, causing the opponent’s spiritual shield to shatter with a thunderous bang. The moment his shield broke, the Eldest Senior Brother of the Chitian Sect turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He realized that if the opponent struck him now, he wouldn't have enough time to block the attack. But just as he thought he was about to be killed or severely injured, he discovered that the opponent hadn't attacked him at all. Instead, the man had snatched his storage bag!
The Eldest Senior Brother was stunned. What’s going on? I’m actually fine?
As for Fu Chen, his heart relaxed the moment he grabbed the storage bag. Good, good...
The audience watching the fight was even more confused. What is wrong with this Emperor of the Xinghe Dynasty? Why didn't he just strike and defeat the opponent?
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