Chapter 1102: Curtains Fall (1/2)
The great halberd he wielded was the source of Chi Wuxia’s confidence. Though he now possessed methods beyond the chaos, this weapon was his ultimate reassurance—the treasure that gave him the confidence to challenge the other princes and princesses!
But Lu Yun’s simple, mundane point had completely destroyed the weapon and also left Chi Wuxia’s confidence as rubble.
“I concede.” Qiu Luoyu plopped on the ground and panted for air. He grinned at Chi Wuxia. “You win. Now you have the right to challenge Wen Jian.”
Wen Jian chuckled ruefully; he wasn’t a match for Chi Wuxia. Even if the genius’ confidence was shattered, he still didn’t come close. However, Chi Wuxia didn’t seem to have heard Qiu Luoyu; he stared at Lu Yun with stupefaction.
He wasn’t the only one. Everyone’s gazes were focused on the young man. No one understood what had happened. How had a minuscule fourth level mortal realm cultivator reduced the awe-inspiring halberd to dust with just one point?
“He’s Lu Yun of Inception Palace!” someone suddenly called out. “He already picked up a heritage beyond the chaos before this!”
As the rules of trial were broken, it’d taken the joint efforts of the princes and princesses of the six palaces to clear a safe zone in which the adventurers could gather and rest. Now that they had some breathing space to take a close look at Lu Yun, someone immediately identified him.
Roughly ten thousand people had witnessed Wei Yuan defeating Zhou Wumie and Lu Yun taking back Qing Han’s sword. Not all of them were dead.
“I see. Can it be that these heritages beyond the chaos counter each other?” a voice murmured with a frown.
While they didn’t know what Chi Wuxia had obtained, that great halberd had been more terrifying than the sword in the zombie earlier. Lu Yun had officially entered their line of sight and fires of greed licked at their hearts.
“Are you guys really plotting against the next prince of Inception Palace?” Dressed in a white silk dress, Wahuang suddenly appeared protectively in front of Lu Yun.
Her arrival was a bucket of ice cold water dumped over the heads of everyone gathered. She wasn’t the strongest only beneath sovereign realm, she was the strongest beneath the six monarchs! If she really decided to take action, only the joint efforts of her peers would be able to stop her.
“Chi Wuxia, Qiu Luoyu has been defeated, so you can challenge Wen Jian now.” Wahuang’s lips quirked upwards. “I can make the decision that if you defeat Wen Jian, the ‘sacred land’ title of the now nine sects will be returned to you.”
“Eh?” Chi Wuxia lifted his head blearily and looked at Wahuang, then lowered it again. “What’s the point?” he sighed before waxing eloquent, “The sacred palaces are indeed the sacred palaces. A single mortal realm disciple is enough to break my confidence. What meaning is there in the sacred land name? In the eyes of the palaces, that name is just a joke.”
“You’re rather astute.” Pity crept into Wahuang’s tone. This was one of the greatest geniuses in the chaos; it was only a matter of time before he ascended to sovereign realm. However, one point from Lu Yun had reduced him to a dejected, unsure husk of his former self. She could visibly see how depressed he was.
“The sacred land name isn’t a joke and what the six palaces say isn’t the law.” Lu Yun suddenly walked out from behind Wahuang. He didn’t like taking shelter behind someone’s back; he preferred facing his own challenges. “You’re only a joke if you treat yourself like one.”
“Huh?” Chi Wuxia blinked.
“You’ve done nothing wrong. The sacred land name isn’t something bestowed by another, but won through sweat and blood. What the six palaces took away from you was just a title.