Chapter 143 - Exposed, Crisis Approaching (1/2)

At night.

Great Shang’s royal palace was fully lit.

Yang Xindi sat on his throne, while Zhou Xuanji and the other nine victors sat on his right, and Great Shang’s high officials and general sat on his left. There were three rows of seats on both sides, and 100 of them were seated there.

Di Yu and Yang Renlong were among them.

“This year’s World Hero Conference really revealed a hero. Phoenix Sword Emperor, you really came to fame with this one battle. From tonight onward, your mighty name will be made known in all of Great Shang.”

An old man, dressed in a black robe, held up his wine cup and said with a smile on his friendly face. His hair was entirely white.

He was Great Shang’s State Teacher, Yang Zhongtian.

Yang Zhongtian was an extremely rare goat from the ancient days who cultivated into a demon. He lived for 10,000 years and his power was unfathomable.

It was said that he was at least on par with the Fury Buddha. No one knew how powerful he really was because he had high authority in his hand, which removed his need to do things personally.

Yang Zhongtian looked at Zhou Xuanji, still smiling, “I shall toast to you on behalf of Great Shang, for having such a hero in Great Shang.”

With this, everyone was surprised.

The State Teacher’s words were heavy with implications.

But Yang Xindi had no anger on his face but maintained his smile.

Zhou Xuanji calmly stood up with his wine cup and said, “The State Teacher is exaggerating. Great Shang has spiritual lands and is full of talented people. The Emperor dominates the Northern Wilderness Region, the Empire is peaceful, and his people flourish with desirable environments. I’m too puny for Great Shang. Today’s victory was because the rest let me win.”

What a d*ck!

*　　Want to destroy me with excessive praise?*

*　　No way!*

Yang Xindi heard him and burst out into laughter as he slapped his thigh.

Yang Renlong frowned slightly. He could see Yang Xindi’s attitude toward Zhou Xuanji.

Yang Zhongtian stroked his long beard and said, “The Phoenix Sword Emperor is really good with words. The future of Great Shang still depends on your help.”

After that, he raised and waved his right hand.

Immediately, soldiers walked up, carrying some plates.

A storage ring was on each plate. From the first to the tenth, each storage ring had different looks.

The other nine victors got up with excitement written all across their faces.

“The Myria-annum Thunder Core Grass was the supreme treasure, especially for physical cultivators.” Yang Xindi said with a smile.

Zhou Xuanji’s invincible body showed that he had great talents in physical cultivation.

He was curious; how powerful would a sword cultivator be if he had a terrifyingly strong body?

Zhou Xuanji took over the storage ring that belonged to him. He scanned with his mind and found three Myria-annum Thunder Core Grass inside.

Other than that, there were also a bunch of Level Four spirit stones, some enchanted artifacts, and energy technique manuals.

All in all, the reward was rich.

However, Zhou Xuanji was primarily focused on the Thunder Core Grass.

The rest received their own storage rings too.

Yang Zhongtian said with a smile, “Tomorrow, each of you can visit the different clans and sects. You can join whichever one you choose. Of course, you can join the army and become an official.”

Having heard this, Zhou Xuanji and the rest did not show their excitement.

To reach the top 10, who would be on their own?

Yang Xindi raised his cup with a smile, “Drink first. A great battle has just come to an end, so we must drink and enjoy ourselves.”

He immediately understood what was on everyone’s mind, so he diverted the topic.

Among all of them, he was only interested in Zhou Xuanji.

Next, everyone raised toasts to each other, livening up the palace.

Yang Zhongtian summoned the songstress to celebrate for everyone.

The wines in the royal palace were spirit wines, which were extremely strong. Even with everyone’s high cultivations, some were still drunk because they had too much wine.

Zhou Xuanji, as the final victor, was forced to drink the most.

Seeing the circles of people who surrounded him, he sighed.

Damn, I will compete with all of you till the end!

See who’s the last one to get drunk!

Finally, he fell on the table, drunk.

Looking at Zhou Xuanji’s drunken state, Yang Xindi smiled.

As the Emperor, no one dared to force any drink down his throat.

…

The sun’s radiance splashed in from the window, and Zhou Xuanji had a bad headache.