Chapter 678

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Mu Qiqi, Qing Shihua, and Qing Siyu were all taken aback, never expecting that Lu Qingyan would resort to violence without any warning. However, Ye Wushuang reacted swiftly, clenching his fist tightly and thrusting it forward.

*Boom*…

The sound of their fists colliding echoed with a deep, explosive noise. Immediately afterward, a *crack* was heard as a bone shattered. Lu Qingyan’s entire body was sent reeling backward, tumbling awkwardly to the ground, his right arm hanging limply and lifelessly.

“Master Lu!”

The few individuals who had accompanied Lu Qingyan immediately rushed forward to support him. As Lu Qingyan struggled to his feet, he spat out a mouthful of blood. He had been at the seventh level of the Yuanfu Realm, and upon learning that Ye Wushuang was merely at the fifth level, he had thought to teach the “country bumpkin” a lesson. But he never imagined that it would be he who ended up humiliated.

“Ye Wushuang, I’ll remember you for this!” Lu Qingyan glared at Ye Wushuang with eyes blazing with fury.

Ye Wushuang casually reached out, plucked a chopstick from the bamboo steamer on the table, and flicked it with a swift motion.

*Whoosh*…

The chopstick whistled through the air, hurtling straight toward Lu Qingyan’s face. Lu Qingyan’s face turned pale with terror as he twisted his head to dodge, but the chopstick still grazed his ear, causing a *spurt* of blood to spray out. Lu Qingyan let out a piercing scream.

“Get out!”

Ye Wushuang’s purpose in coming here was simple: to win the Nine-Curves Tiancan Pill. However, he had not come to the Hundred Nations Martial Contest to be bullied. He would not tolerate any provocation!

Now thoroughly terrified, Lu Qingyan clutched his bleeding ear and dared not utter another word of defiance. With the support of his companions, he left in a disheveled and miserable state.

Many people in the tavern witnessed this scene and began to chatter amongst themselves.

“Is he Ye Wushuang?”

“Who?”

“You don’t know? Ye Wushuang from the Qingyun Empire. I heard that the disciples from the Tianji Mansion and the Shengdan Sect participating in the Hundred Nations Martial Contest all want to kill him.”

“The Qingyun Empire? Isn’t it very strong? What did he do to provoke such animosity?”

“……”

At the dining table, Mu Qiqi looked apologetic and said, “I’m really sorry for getting you into trouble with someone for no reason.”

“It’s nothing…” Ye Wushuang didn’t seem to mind.

Mu Qiqi continued, “You have to be careful during this trial. Lu Qingyan is the type who will never let a grudge go.”

Ye Wushuang didn’t say anything further.

After the four of them finished their meal, they left the tavern and returned to their respective places.

On the other side of the tavern, against the wall, several figures sat at a table, having witnessed everything. Each of these young men appeared exceptionally unique, with an extraordinary aura that set them apart from ordinary people.

“Is he Ye Wushuang?” one of them asked.

A young man in a green robe couldn’t help but laugh and said, “At the fifth level of the Yuanfu Realm, his strength is indeed impressive, but his temperament leaves much to be desired…”

“Yan Xuan, it’s possible that he simply doesn’t consider us, the geniuses of Qingzhou, worth his attention, so he doesn’t bother to conceal his true self,” another young man in a grey robe remarked with a faint smile.

Yan Xuan, the pride of the Shengdan Sect, replied with a hint of boredom, “If not for the rules here, I could have killed him just now. I thought he would be some formidable character, but this is all he’s got. Lu Qingyan, who holds grudges for the slightest offense, will definitely not let this go. He might even find a few geniuses from the Ju Jian Sect to take care of him!”

Yan Xuan then added with a smile, “Compared to him, I’m more interested in those others.”

“The Li Xinhen and Li Xinyue from the Li Clan, Li Wenbo from Lingjian Mountain, Tian Xu from the Tiyan Dynasty, Tai Lingzi and Tai Shengzi from the Taiqing Palace, and Lu Qingsong from the Ju Jian Sect—each of them is a truly formidable opponent…”

Yan Xuan turned to another young man and asked, “Lou Ge, what do you think of Ling Zhongxiao and Gu Qingyi from the Tianji Mansion?”

The young man named Lou Ge laughed and said, “They’re both… very strong. I definitely wouldn’t be a match for them.”

“Come on, I think you’ll definitely be in the top seven this time,” someone else interjected.

“Let’s drink and not talk about this anymore…” they continued, raising their cups.

…

Back at his residence, Ye Wushuang resumed his cultivation. He had been at the fifth level of the Yuanfu Realm for quite some time. His injuries from the previous battle had been severe, and it had taken him a long while to fully recover. Now, it was time to prepare for a breakthrough.

For ten consecutive days, Ye Wushuang stayed in his room, practicing and rarely stepping outside. Until one day, a voice rang out from outside his room.

“All disciples, gather together!”

Inside the room, Ye Wushuang slowly opened his eyes. The Hundred Nations Martial Contest was finally about to begin!

Stepping outside, the twenty-four young representatives from the Qingyun Empire gathered at the entrance. Figures from other pavilions also stood ready. Upon closer inspection, some empires had only two or three participants, while others had hundreds. The strength of the hundred nations varied greatly.

Outside the door, elders in charge were already leading the crowd, moving away from the place one by one. Soon, they arrived at a vast valley. Despite its size, the valley could easily accommodate tens of thousands of people without feeling crowded.

Disciples from various empires and the seven major sects had all gathered here. The sight of tens of thousands of young talents at the Yuanfu Realm was truly spectacular. Hundreds of experts from the seven major sects, dressed in different attire, stood around the valley, responsible for maintaining order.

Ye Wushuang stayed close to Qing Shihua and Qing Siyu. “It’s really magnificent…” Qing Shihua couldn’t help but marvel, “All these talents from different places gathered together. In the Hundred Nations Martial Contest, with tens of thousands of young talents, more than half are likely to be injured or killed…”

Qing Siyu, however, smiled cheerfully and said, “I’m not afraid. With Ye Wushuang here, right, Ye Wushuang?”

Ye Wushuang looked at the confident Qing Siyu and smiled, “What if everyone is sent in separately?”

“Ah? That’s impossible!”

As the three of them were talking, a voice suddenly whispered into Ye Wushuang’s ear…