Chapter 823

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Zhuge Qing continued, “A monster like this, other sects have the intention to exterminate. What if our Giant Sword Sect recruits him?”

Recruit?

Zhuge Qing actually planned to recruit Ye Wushuang?

This person had killed many of their Giant Sword Sect’s outstanding geniuses, not just Lu Qingsong, Qing Shan, and Wang Teng!

At this moment, even Mu Junli was incredulous.

Yet, Zhuge Qing spoke bluntly, “Wang Teng and the others are dead. Among their generation, Ye Wushuang is undoubtedly the strongest.”

“A monster like this, if recruited, would be worth more than ten or even a hundred geniuses!”

“I ask you to think about this!”

Zhuge Qing said solemnly, “Lingjian Mountain has only risen in the past thousand years. Why are its warriors now feared by none?”

“Isn’t it because of Si Yin’s existence? Even two or three sect leaders and clan elders are no match for her.”

“A single void realm cultivator is more valuable than ten peak return-to-origin realm cultivators. I believe you should understand that.”

Zhuge Qing’s words were indeed true.

But…

How could they recruit someone who had killed their Giant Sword Sect’s geniuses?

It was hard for anyone to accept.

Zhuge Qing then waved his hand and said, “Mu Junli, let’s begin.”

“Sure!”

At that moment, Mu Junli slowly stepped forward…

Below, at the edge of the martial arena, Chu Qingcheng, Qing Shiyu, and Ye Wushuang all appeared in front of Yun Xingjian.

“Dean, why are you here?” Chu Qingcheng was extremely surprised.

Usually, it was the emperors of various empires who would come.

Yun Xingjian replied with a smile, “If Qing Muyuan had come in person, the four great clans might have caused trouble. The royal family would be left vulnerable and problems could easily arise.”

Ye Wushuang quickly asked, “Is everything in Qingtian City alright?”

“Don’t worry, the four great clans dare not make any rash moves!”

Ye Wushuang let out a sigh of relief.

Yun Xingjian looked at Qing Shiyu and couldn’t help but ask, “Little Shiyu, are you okay?”

For some reason, after three months, seeing Ye Wushuang again, he still felt the same about him.

But Qing Shiyu… had changed a lot.

Qing Shiyu’s expression dimmed as she said, “My sister is dead!”

Yun Xingjian was taken aback.

But soon, he changed the subject, “Ye Wushuang, you’ve caused a huge disaster!”

“Um…”

Ye Wushuang chuckled and said, “Do you expect me to just stick my neck out and let them kill me if they want to?”

“Or do you think that because those people died at my hands, the seven great sects won’t bestow their treasures upon me?”

Yun Xingjian sighed, “That won’t happen, but… you alone taking away seven treasures, even if the seven great sects don’t secretly fight over them, other empires… might not be able to hold back.”

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang looked into the distance and smiled, “Then I’ll find some people to protect me!”

Find someone to protect him?

Who?

At that moment, on one of the seven high platforms, where the members of the Giant Sword Sect were located, Mu Junli, seeing that the sun had passed its zenith, said, “Ladies and gentlemen, the time has passed. From now on, even if any more disciples come out, their spirit value points will be void.”

The time was up, and the martial contest was over—that was the rule every time.

Mu Junli looked at the jade tablet and announced in a loud voice, “In this year’s Hundred Kingdoms Martial Contest, six thousand six hundred and seventy disciples have survived.”

“Elders from all the great empires have arrived. After the contest ends, they will take their disciples back.”

The seven great sects, upon discovering outstanding talents, would send people from their own sects to recruit within the various empires after the contest ended, not during it.

Next came the moment to award the prizes.

Mu Junli continued, “As everyone can see, the jade tablet shows that the first place goes to Ye Wushuang from the Qingyun Empire, with thirteen million seven hundred and fifty thousand spirit value points, surpassing the total of the next six.”

“According to the rules set by the seven great sects and the hundred kingdoms, the seven treasures from the sects all belong to Ye Wushuang. Is there any objection?”

Mu Junli’s gaze swept across the crowd. The top cultivators from Taiqing Palace, Tianyan Dynasty, Lingjian Mountain, Li Clan, Tianji Mansion, and Shengdan Sect—all six great sects—had gloomy expressions but remained silent.

The rules were set by the seven great sects.

And in earlier years, there had been a first-place winner whose spirit value points exceeded the total of the next six, taking away all seven treasures. That disciple was even from one of the seven great sects.

At that time, no one had any objections.

Now, although everyone was extremely annoyed that Ye Wushuang had taken first place, they had no choice but to accept it.

After all, if they didn’t acknowledge it this time, there would definitely be no next Hundred Kingdoms Martial Contest.

“Since that’s the case…”

Mu Junli looked into the crowd and called out, “Ye Wushuang, come forward!”