Chapter 219
“My current strength is probably less than half of what it was at my peak…”
Ye Ruoshui’s eyes were filled with anxiety.
If not for the sudden turn of events, Jian Chen would have already been defeated by her.
But now, with only 40% of her strength remaining, continuing to fight Jian Chen would likely result in certain defeat!
“What’s going on?”
“Why did Ye Ruoshui suddenly withdraw her attack?”
“That one strike could have completely defeated Jian Chen!”
“What is Ye Ruoshui thinking?”
“…Wait! Look closely, Ye Ruoshui’s aura seems to have dropped significantly.”
“What exactly is happening?!”
The crowd below was abuzz with discussions, everyone wearing expressions of suspicion.
“…Do you think there’s something fishy going on behind this?”
“Ye Ruoshui was about to win, but at the most critical moment, she faltered. Who benefits the most?”
“Jian Chen, you ***! You shameless old bastards from the Sword Tomb, why aren’t you dead yet!”
“You scum from the sacred land families! I’ll kill you sooner or later! I’ll kill you all!”
In just a moment, the crowd below had figured it out and began cursing vehemently!
At this point, if anyone had the ability to make Ye Ruoshui lose the match, it could only be the sacred land behind Jian Chen—the Sword Tomb!
On the Heavenly Mirror.
Seeing Ye Ruoshui’s aura suddenly plummet and her helplessness, King Yuanying couldn’t help but feel a secret joy.
“Hehe… No matter how much of a prodigious genius you are, once you’re hit by my Soul-Dispelling Talisman, you’re bound to fall.”
As for the anger of the spectators, it didn’t matter at all.
Seeing the increasingly furious crowd of spectators, the Seventeenth Water Spirit King grew more and more concerned.
In recent years, it had become commonplace for the sacred land families to manipulate the trials behind the scenes.
But this time, they had acted so brazenly, almost openly, which was a first.
If Ye Ruoshui were to lose, it would serve as a lesson. Once she entered the Holy Academy, they could compensate her generously.
What truly worried him was the growing fury of the spectators.
Although the Heavenly Mirror was a supreme treasure infinitely close to the Emperor Realm, it still had its limits.
It couldn’t teleport all the cultivators out of the secret realm at the same time.
It would be no surprise if these outraged and furious rogue cultivators were to cross the line.
In recent years, the conflict between rogue cultivators and the sacred sects and aristocratic families has grown increasingly intense.
Rogue cultivators often hunt down isolated disciples of the sacred sects and aristocratic families, yet it is extremely difficult for these sects and families to capture the culprits.
Rogue cultivators typically operate in secrecy and dispersion, gathering only when necessary and scattering immediately after their tasks are done.
This has greatly infuriated the members of the sacred sects and aristocratic families, who often vent their anger by killing innocent rogue cultivators, thereby creating new grievances.
Back and forth, the conflict between the rogue cultivators and the disciples of the sacred lands and noble families became increasingly irreconcilable.
In this trial ground, the number of rogue cultivators held an absolute advantage.
Although there were also many disciples from the sacred lands and noble families, their numbers were incomparable to those of the rogue cultivators.
Even though the disciples of the sacred lands and noble families possessed stronger innate talents, in the face of absolute numerical superiority, they couldn’t fully leverage their qualitative advantage.
Therefore, what the Seventeenth Water Spirit King truly feared was that once the anger of the rogue cultivators was ignited, the fervor of the crowd would lead them to mercilessly slaughter the disciples of the sacred lands and noble families. Today’s events would inevitably escalate to an irreparable extreme!
At that point, it would likely be difficult to control the situation.
He took a deep breath and turned his gaze to King Yuanying, speaking in a grave tone:
“Fellow Daoist Yuan, it seems that today’s events have gone a bit too far.”
Although there was no concrete evidence, the only person present with the ability to manipulate the competition was King Yuanying.
“What do you mean by that? Are you accusing me of secretly manipulating the competition?”
King Yuanying replied indifferently.
“I didn’t say that; you admitted it yourself!”
“I admitted nothing; don’t speak nonsense!”
As the fervor of the spectators below the stage grew more intense, the Seventeenth Water Spirit King could no longer hold back and shifted the topic: “Fellow Daoist Yuan, let’s discuss the outcome of the final later. Look at the situation in the secret realm—it has already developed to this point. If we don’t intervene now, a great disaster may occur!”
“Our duty is only to oversee the trial. Specific actions can only be carried out through the Heavenly Mirror. Don’t think about forcibly interfering with the competition!”
Hearing this, King Yuanying spoke with suspicion. His first thought was that the Seventeenth Water Spirit King wanted to use the pretext of quelling the rogue cultivators’ unrest to secretly intervene in the competition and assist Ye Ruoshui.
If the Seventeenth Water Spirit King were to truly step in, all the effort King Yuanying had put into secretly casting the curse would be wasted.
He had already calculated everything beforehand.
The Soul-Loss Talisman had a time limit, and coupled with Ye Ruoshui’s innate fire, its effect on her would last no more than half an hour.
As long as he could hold out for that half-hour, even if the Sect Leader personally arrived, without concrete evidence, they wouldn’t be able to do anything to him over a mere junior disciple.
“King Yuanying, I don’t have time to argue with you. If we don’t intervene now, a real fight is going to break out below!”
The Seventeenth Water Spirit King shouted sternly.
“What? Just now you told me not to violate the rules of the Sacred Court, and now you want to break them yourself?”
King Yuanying retorted sarcastically.
“You!” The Seventeenth Water Spirit King gritted his teeth but ultimately held back his anger, turning and leaving with a flick of his sleeve.
“Hmph! I’ll go and invite the Sect Leader to come personally. When she arrives, you’ll have to confess and face the consequences!”
“Ha… Suit yourself!”
King Yuanying wasn’t afraid of the Seventeenth Water Spirit King’s threats because, on the stage, the outcome was about to be decided.
Ye Ruoshui, with her strength halved, would find it difficult to defeat Jian Chen even if she gave her all.
Below the stage.
Lin Wanqiu’s delicate brows were almost knitted into a knot.
“It must be Jian Chen! What kind of trick did he use?”
At this moment, Lin Tianyang walked over. Gone was his usual carefree demeanor as he calmly gazed at the imposing Jian Chen on the stage and said:
“The championship reward for this trial competition is provided by the Sword Tomb, so naturally, the champion position should belong to the Sword Tomb’s successor. This isn’t surprising; we all know this.”
Hearing this, Lin Wanqiu turned her head, her gaze deep and probing, and asked, “Who do you mean by ‘we’?”
As soon as she uttered these words, she understood.
‘We’ naturally referred to the numerous sacred lands, aristocratic families, and imperial dynasties of the Hundred Saints Province. On the surface, they seemed to be in fierce competition, but in reality, they fought without breaking each other, sharing the benefits and jointly extracting profits from the vast community of rogue cultivators.
“It seems you’ve already understood,” Lin Tianyang said indifferently.
“Thank you for telling me this,” Lin Wanqiu replied with a complex expression, looking at the very serious Lin Tianyang, her heart slightly curious.
“Of course, I told you this because you’re beautiful, Sister Wanqiu!” Lin Tianyang suddenly teased.
“Can you be serious for once!” Lin Wanqiu’s face darkened, and she spoke each word with a stern reprimand.
Hearing this and seeing Lin Wanqiu’s severe expression, Lin Tianyang felt a sudden fear, like a mouse seeing a cat, and he dared not speak frivolously again.
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