I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? - Chapter 631: The Thing We Dream of Night and Day is Within Easy Reach for Ji Jiuwu
Chapter 631: The Thing We Dream of Night and Day is Within Easy Reach for Ji Jiuwu
“This Ji Jiuwu is too arrogant!”
“Exactly, he clearly looks down on us commoners. He only obtained the seed player seat because his eldest brother was injured, yet he dares to be so unbridled.”
“Quanya, teach this arrogant guy a harsh lesson!”
Under the stage, the disciples of commoner origin were all filled with righteous indignation, wishing they could go up and teach Ji Jiuwu a harsh lesson themselves.
On the spectator stands, aside from the High Priest, the Patriarch, and the few Nine Priests, the other elders of the Long River Tribe also looked at Ji Jiuwu with strange expressions.
An elder looked at Ji Yuantao and said, “Yuantao, your child has been away for three years. Why has he suddenly become so arrogant? Speaking like this is not conducive to the unity of our Long River Tribe.”
Ji Yuantao smiled and said, “Elder, is there a possibility that the child Jiuwu is simply stating the truth? It is just that the truth is too hurtful for people to accept.”
Elder: ???
On the stage, Quanya heard Ji Jiuwu’s words, and his expression became exceptionally gloomy. He looked coldly at Ji Jiuwu and said, “Young Master Jiuwu, although I am a commoner, you cannot look down on me like this.”
Ji Jiuwu laughed upon hearing this and said indifferently, “I am not looking down on you; I am merely stating facts. Use your full strength.”
“Good!”
Quanya could no longer hold back at this moment. A powerful blood qi erupted from his body, and his entire figure instantly expanded. The originally determined youth suddenly turned into a muscular man.
“Tiger Descends the Mountain!”
Quanya shouted loudly, his whole body leaping high. He raised the axe in his hand and hacked down towards Ji Jiuwu from the sky.
The pitch-black axe in his hand emitted a dazzling radiance, which was soul-shaking just to look at.
In that instant, he was just like a descending tiger, opening its bloody maw to swallow Ji Jiuwu.
Ji Jiuwu still stood motionless on the spot, showing no intention of making a move.
Just as the axe was about to fall on Ji Jiuwu’s head, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from him and rushed straight into the sky.
Boom!
Accompanied by a loud noise, Quanya was instantly sent flying by the aura erupted by Ji Jiuwu. He slid out a parabola in mid-air, then fell heavily to the ground.
Silence. The entire arena instantly became so quiet that the breathing sounds of the surrounding cultivators could be heard clearly. They were like stone statues, one by one stunned in place, not coming back to their senses for a long time.
Ji Jiuwu did not pay attention to everyone’s surprise. He, a dignified cultivator of the Nurturing God Realm, fighting a junior of the Viscera Refining Realm, did not even need to make a move. If word got out, he would probably be laughed at by his Master.
He turned his head to look at the Nine Priests aside and said, “Grandpa Nine, you can announce the result of this match.”
The Nine Priests also came back to their senses and announced loudly, “Ji Jiuwu wins this battle!”
As the words landed, the people present finally came back to their senses. They looked at Ji Jiuwu slowly walking down the stage with incredulous eyes. Why is this guy so powerful?
Especially the several geniuses of the Ji family who wanted to compete for the top three or even the chief position this time, they began to simulate in their hearts whether they could do the same as Ji Jiuwu and defeat Quanya just by relying on the eruption of blood qi.
But soon, every one of them showed a look of defeat. With their current blood qi, they simply could not do what Ji Jiuwu did, relying solely on blood qi to defeat Quanya.
How did this Ji Jiuwu become so strong after three years of absence?
Under the stage, those commoners who had previously looked down on Ji Jiuwu were also shocked into speechlessness by his strength.
In the Long River Tribe, a tribe where the strong are respected, Ji Jiuwu used his strength to deter everyone of his generation.
Quanya took a long while to wake up. After listening to his companions’ account, he cast his gaze toward Ji Jiuwu on the spectator stand and thought, “Young Master Jiuwu is so powerful. After this Grand Competition, I must follow Young Master Jiuwu to become a true noble!”
The Grand Competition continued. Ji Jiuwu did not make a move until the top ten. Every time, he used his blood qi to blast his opponents away.
Even after the top ten matches, Ji Jiuwu defeated his opponents with a single move. Such powerful strength shocked the entire Long River Tribe, from top to bottom.
Ji Jiuwu became the champion, and the Patriarch began to announce the rewards. His voice echoed throughout the entire square.
“This Grand Competition has ended. Aside from the quota for going to the Water God Tribe for cultivation going to the second place, Ji Jinwu, all other rewards remain the same.”
As soon as this announcement was made, everyone present began to discuss it animatedly.
“Patriarch, this reward is too unfair. Although Young Master Jiuwu is arrogant, he is truly strong. Can such a person not represent our Long River Tribe to go to the Water God Tribe for cultivation?”
“Also, Young Master Jiuwu is the Patriarch’s grandson. How can such an unfair thing be done?”
“…”
Even Ji Jinwu was stunned in place. He did not expect that the quota he had dreamed of would fall to him. He stepped out and said, “Patriarch, I cannot take this quota.”
The Patriarch smiled upon hearing this and said, “Jinwu, I know your thoughts. However, Jiuwu is already cultivating under a Martial God. It is impossible for him to go to the Water God Tribe for cultivation. If you feel you have let Jiuwu down, just cultivate hard to prove that you have not failed the tribe’s expectations of you.”
“What?”
Ji Jinwu never expected that what he had dreamed of was within easy reach for Ji Jiuwu. Is the gap between him and me really that big?
“Alright, this Grand Competition ends here. Do you gentlemen have any objections?”
The Patriarch finished speaking and scanned everyone present.
“We have no objections.”
Everyone said in unison.
…
As the Grand Competition came to an end, Ji Jiuwu also became one of the candidates for the Young Patriarch of the Long River Tribe. As a candidate, he could pick his own attendants, possess his own Stone Mansion, and own land and slaves.
Ji Jiuwu did not care about these matters and handed them all over to his mother to handle.
That day, while Ji Jiuwu was cultivating at home, a maid found him and said respectfully, “Young Master Jiuwu, the Madam invites you to the front yard.”
“I know.”
Ji Jiuwu responded, then stood up and walked towards the front yard. When he arrived at the front yard, seven or eight youths were already waiting quietly there. Every one of them was filled with determination, posing as if they were determined to win the attendant spot.
Ji’s mother saw her son arrive and said, “Child, many people want to become your attendants. Mother has selected eight youths from the City Guard. According to the rules, you can choose four from among them.”
Ji Jiuwu heard this and said respectfully, “Thank you for your trouble, Mother. However, I do not want to pick that many. Master likes quiet, so I will just pick two people to follow me.”
As soon as these words came out, the eight youths present showed expressions of tension and unease. In their view, Ji Jiuwu is the young master most likely to become the Young Patriarch. If they missed this opportunity, they would never be able to become nobles in this lifetime.
Ji Jiuwu scanned the crowd and quickly saw a familiar face. He smiled and said, “Quanya, we meet again.”
“Quanya has seen Young Master Jiuwu. I offended Young Master Jiuwu previously, and I hope you can forgive me, Young Master.”
After saying this, Quanya lowered his head, not daring to look straight at Ji Jiuwu, fearing that the Young Master still remembered the events of that day.
Ji Jiuwu saw his appearance and smiled, saying, “There is no need to be so nervous. I am not one who holds grudges. Your performance that day was not bad. If you wish to follow me, I will count you as one.”
“Thank you, Young Master Jiuwu.”
Quanya spoke, then knelt on one knee and bowed to Ji Jiuwu, a look of worship on his face.
The seven people nearby looked at Quanya with envious eyes, thinking secretly in their hearts: What a magnanimous young master. I must become his servant.
Ji Jiuwu turned his gaze to the seven people aside and said indifferently, “Introduce yourselves first, then each of you throw a punch at me. If your punch satisfies me, I will accept you.”
“Thank you, Young Master.”
The seven said in unison. They did not expect Young Master Jiuwu’s assessment to be so simple, and they decided to perform well.
A moment later, the assessment ended. Ji Jiuwu said indifferently, “None of you seven have passed my assessment. You may withdraw.”
Hearing this, the seven showed stunned expressions on their faces. One of them plucked up the courage to ask, “Young Master, can you give us a reason?”
Ji Jiuwu said indifferently, “When you threw your punches, I saw hesitation in your eyes. A person who hesitates even when throwing a punch is not qualified to follow me.”
As soon as these words came out, the seven people present all lowered their heads in shame…
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