Chapter 679
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“Chu Tian Shen has recently found his cousin Chu Ying, who is highly regarded in the Taiqing Palace. They are planning to take action against you. Be careful!”
The voice rang out, and Ye Wushuang was taken aback for a moment. His gaze couldn’t help but shift to a graceful figure more than ten steps away. Chu Qingcheng! She had also come to participate in the Hundred Nations Martial Contest, but she hadn’t crossed paths with Ye Wushuang in the past few days.
“Thank you!” Ye Wushuang responded with a mental message.
Just as Qing Siyu was still complaining incessantly about what would happen if they were separated, several figures approached the three of them. All of them were dressed in the robes of the Ju Jian Sect disciples, with a sword emblem embroidered on the left side of their chests.
As the group walked over, many people around them made way, not daring to obstruct them. Finally, they stopped in front of Ye Wushuang.
“Are you Ye Wushuang?” The leader, a tall young man dressed in exquisite silk, wearing a jade crown and leather boots, looked down at Ye Wushuang condescendingly.
“Yes, and you are…” Ye Wushuang replied.
“You don’t need to know who I am!” The young man said directly, “I heard that you injured Lu Qingyan. Apologize to him!”
Behind the young man, Lu Qingyan, with his ear still bandaged, glared at Ye Wushuang with a fierce expression.
“Big brother, I want to break one of his legs!” Lu Qingyan said viciously.
Big brother? Was this the pride of the Ju Jian Sect, Lu Qingsong?
Ye Wushuang smiled and said, “Why should I apologize to him?”
Upon hearing this, Lu Qingsong’s expression froze for a moment.
“You hurt my brother. If you apologize and kowtow three times, this matter will be settled. Otherwise, I guarantee you won’t leave the Youlong Mountain alive!” Lu Qingsong said calmly once more.
“You two brothers are really something!” Ye Wushuang couldn’t help but laugh, “He attacked me first. If his skills were better, he wouldn’t have lost.”
“So, you’re not going to apologize?” Lu Qingsong asked, staring directly into Ye Wushuang’s eyes.
“Very well, that’s great!” Lu Qingsong clenched his fists and said with a smile, “Remember, my name is Lu Qingsong. Within Youlong Mountain, I will definitely kill you!”
“I’ve got it,” Ye Wushuang replied with a smile.
Seeing Ye Wushuang’s demeanor, Lu Qingsong’s anger flared up inside. However, with the Hundred Nations Martial Contest about to begin, he couldn’t afford to make a move here. Lu Qingsong led his group away, and the sisters Qing Shihua and Qing Siyu both looked worried.
“What kind of so-called number one genius of the Ju Jian Sect is he? He’s so unreasonable!” Qing Siyu huffed, “He doesn’t even ask why his brother got beaten up, and just bullies people like this!”
Ye Wushuang, however, laughed and said, “Perhaps he knows the whole story, but he just thinks I’m a country bumpkin from the Qingyun Empire. He probably considers it a favor to let me kowtow and apologize, and then let the matter drop!”
Qing Shihua couldn’t help but sigh, “In the path of martial cultivation, the strong naturally look down upon the weak. What we see as bullying, they see as a favor.”
“After all, for them, whether they are in the right or not, daring to challenge their authority is asking for death.”
Qing Shihua looked at her sister and said earnestly, “If it really is as Ye Wushuang said, and we are separated, you must be careful.”
“Sister, it’s you who should be careful,” Qing Siyu replied, “I’m already at the sixth level of the Yuanfu Realm, while you are only at the third level. You are in more danger than I am.”
“Indeed.”
However, while some were worried, others were delighted.
On the other side, Chu Tian Shen gathered with Qin Wenjun, Xiao Ruonan, and Chu Yaqin.
“This Ye Wushuang really doesn’t know when to die!” Qin Wenjun said coldly, “Lu Qingsong, at the peak of the Yuanfu Realm and the number one seed of the Ju Jian Sect, has already offended him before the contest even began!”
“Brother Chu, it seems we don’t even need to kill him ourselves. Lu Qingsong won’t let him off,” Chu Yaqin said coldly, “This guy is definitely going to die. The Tianji Mansion and the Shengdan Sect are also eager to kill him. The Shengdan Sect’s Saint Xuan, one of the seven great alchemists, lost his beloved son Sheng Shaoqing to Ye Wushuang. He will definitely make sure Ye Wushuang dies a miserable death this time.”
Chu Tian Shen, however, stood with his hands behind his back and snorted, “No matter what, Ye Wushuang, I will kill him with my own hands. Whoever stands in my way will be killed!”
Hearing Chu Tian Shen’s words, the others nodded in agreement.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang also sensed the murderous intent and glanced casually at Chu Tian Shen and the others, but he just smiled and didn’t say anything.
Just then, the sound of breaking air came from above.
And then, deep in the valley, on the cliffs, there protruded dozens of stone platforms, each tens of feet high. There were seven stone platforms in total, a hundred meters high, and figures were now landing on those platforms one after another.
The high-level experts of the seven major sects had arrived!
Dozens of people stopped on each stone platform, hundreds of experts in total. Even though these experts didn’t release their auras, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive. These were truly powerful figures at the Tian Gang and Wan Fa realms.
“Quiet down!” A voice rang out, and a figure appeared in front of the central platform, looking at the tens of thousands of disciples in the valley.
He was tall and slender, with slightly graying temples and an extraordinarily handsome appearance. It was Mu Junli, one of the ten great protectors of the Ju Jian Sect.
Mu Junli smiled and said, “Everyone, please be quiet. The Hundred Nations Martial Contest, held every four years, is a comparison of the genius disciples between our seven sects and the hundred nations.”
“According to the rules, one of the seven sects is responsible for each contest, and this time it’s our turn, the Ju Jian Sect!”
“My name is Mu Junli, from the Ju Jian Sect!”
After Mu Junli introduced himself, many disciples cheered, especially those from the Ju Jian Sect. The ten great protectors of the Ju Jian Sect were super-strong figures, second only to the sect’s leader, each with a legendary life story.
Mu Junli pointed to a burly man beside him and said with a smile, “This is one of the ten great protectors of the Ju Jian Sect, Lu Shanhai!”
Then, Mu Junli began to introduce the representatives of the other six sects.
On the far left platform, the leading figure was an old man with white hair, dressed in a white robe, his hands folded in front of him, looking very composed, as if he was half-asleep.
“This is the Fifth Palace Master of the Taiqing Palace, Jiang Taiyuan!” Mu Junli announced.
Upon hearing this, the crowd buzzed again. The Taiqing Palace had five palace masters, each of whom was said to be at the peak of the Wan Fa realm or even beyond. Jiang Taiyuan was the most senior among them.
On the second platform, the leader was a man in his thirties, dressed in a python robe, exuding an aura of tiger-like ferocity and dragon-like majesty.
“This is the Tianming King of the Tiyan Dynasty!” Mu Junli introduced.
On the third platform from the left was a middle-aged man in a plain white robe.
Mu Junli continued, “This is the Sixth Mountain Master of Lingjian Mountain, Shi Wuheng!”
Mu Junli went on with the introductions.
On the three platforms on the right side:
The leader of the Li Clan was named Li Yuan, also known as the Seventh Master.
The representative of the Tianji Mansion was the Fourth Master of the mansion, Ling Han.
And from the Shengdan Sect was one of the seven great alchemists, Saint Xuan.
Upon hearing the name Saint Xuan, Ye Wushuang couldn’t help but take a closer look. This was the father of Sheng Shaoqing! Sheng Shaoqing had been killed by Ye Wushuang in the Qingyun Empire, and there had been no movement from the Shengdan Sect until now. This was the first time Ye Wushuang had seen Sheng Shaoqing’s father.
When Ye Wushuang’s gaze shifted to him, Saint Xuan was also staring intently at Ye Wushuang. Among thousands of people, it seemed he was only focused on Ye Wushuang.
“Why do I feel like he’s looking at us?” Qing Siyu couldn’t help but be puzzled.
Qing Shihua, however, understood why and looked at Ye Wushuang with a worried expression.
