1033: Chapter 1033: Bandit Hunting Competition 1033: Chapter 1033: Bandit Hunting Competition The Third Prince, now the most powerful heir to the throne in the secular world.
Half of the kings throughout the land supported him.
The attitude of the Daoist sects across the realm was unclear.
However, the trump card in the Third Prince’s hand was not his reliance on these sects, but a more formidable lineage.
He looked at his incompetent son, expressing so disappointnt, “Haotian, when your father chose this na for you, it was to see you stand tall among the heavens.
Yet, your vision is only as wide as the palm of your hand.
How could Ji Wanyu have any substantial impact on the bigger picture?
Instead of scheming for the empire, you incessantly entangle yourself with a Princess?”
Ji Haotian had not expected that his father would not support him and would say such things.
He had killed Ji Wanyu also considering his father’s interests!
Ji Haotian protested, “Father, I did this to relieve you of so pressure.
Not to ntion Ji Wanyu, her friends who have co along are now a major concern for you, aren’t they?”
The Third Prince took a sip of tea and said indifferently, “Leave that person to ; he annihilated the Songshan Sect in a single battle, proving himself quite capable.
I have already contacted more suitable people to deal with them.
This ti, they will surely die.”
Ji Haotian’s heart surged with excitent, wishing he could imdiately see Long Fei groveling and begging for rcy at his feet.
The Third Prince instructed, “You should avoid causing trouble recently and focus on cultivation in seclusion at the mansion.
I have summoned soone specifically to cleanse your marrow and cut your hair.
You will be endowed with another powerful Daoist technique, and with ti, you will certainly crush all Saint Heirs and Saintesses.”
Ji Haotian looked at his father, unsure of what he was talking about.
Previously, this father of his never seed to believe in him.
First, he sent him to Chang’an Academy, then to Mount Shu, and now he was finding him a teacher.
His heart was in turmoil, wondering why his father was forcing him so.
He was quite content living in the secular world; why bother with crushing the heavens?
It seed utterly dull.
The next day, Ji Wanyu left through the back door to register Chu Feng, Long Fei, and Murong Chong for the competition.
The three agreed that this contest was not about winning a princess; the top ten would gain entry to the Secret Realm.
They planned to venture together in search of fortunes.
These days, Murong Chong, following Long Fei and his group, profoundly felt his previous rigid limitations being shed.
He felt too constrained, tightly binding himself, which is why he had been unable to break through.
He believed that engaging in combat might shatter these chains and propel him into the Nascent Soul Realm.
The Top Hundred Competition should have been a hundred people.
Yet, due to various connections and backdoor deals, it ended up including over two hundred participants.
During the contest, continuous jeering erupted from the bystanders, ntally noting the obviousness of the nepotism.
However, the officials from the Imperial Court said nothing and declared these people as qualified.
Recently, those who made it into the top hundred were unknown dark horses.
The real descendants of noble families and experts from major sects were among the unexposed hundred-plus people.
They smoothly entered the top ten championship battle due to their sects’ renown.
From over two hundred participants, only ten would be ultimately selected.
The venue for the evaluation was swiftly set, located in the Southern Borderlands.
The task assigned was extermination.
Noted below, the target was a significant trafficker.
The announcent revealed that this trafficking organization had, in just over a decade, slaughters various tribes in the Southern Borderlands and trafficked Foreign Tribes into the Pass.
There was evidence to suggest their association with the Demon Race.
Yes, the Demon Race.
A taboo term in this world, its sudden ergence surprised people from all walks of life.
Besides the upper echelons, the masses discussed fervently.
Everyone exclaid in shock, “There are demons in the Southern Borderlands?”
“Since when?”
“What are demons?”
Though rarely talked about among common folk, descendants of the elite had heard of it.
This was a race whose physical bodies were extrely powerful and had shone brightly in the Ancient Era, competing with the Human Race for supremacy over the world.
Later, for unknown reasons, the world underwent great changes and the Demon Race fled.
Unexpectedly, this demon re-erged after disappearing for ten thousand years, once again appearing before everyone’s eyes.
In an instant, all the competitors were taken aback, not expecting such a twisted question in the competition.
Killing a human trafficker was one thing, but they had to kill those traffickers associated with the Demon Race.
It should be noted, this race was legendary.
They had never even seen a demon, and yet they were being asked to fight against creatures from ancient tis.
Soon, news ca down from above, revealing the secrets of the demon.
Back then, the strong mbers of the Demon Race had fled this world, but so with lesser bloodlines remained behind, sealed in various parts of the world.
With the current changes in the world, the demons would soon erge.
In the Southern Borderlands region, traces of Demon Race activity had already been found; they were cautiously waiting for a major upheaval of the world and had already colluded with many bandits, plotting against the Human Race.
This human trafficking organization was one of the traitorous factions.
Their purpose was to incite resentnt between various races and the Huaxia people, thus leading to conflicts and diverting attention from their ergence.
The rules of the competition were simple, based on who captured the most prey.
Killing a human trafficker earned one point, killing a mber of the Demon Race earned ten points.
At that ti, the top ten highest scorers would enter the most mysterious Foreign Domain Space of Great Xia Country.
With the announcent, all of Great Xia Country was in uproar.
Many people had not expected that the Imperial Family had held such secrets until now.
It sounded utterly unbelievable.
Everyone was unsure of just how powerful the Demon Race was, only having heard that they were ferocious, bloodthirsty, and committed to the annihilation of other races.
In the Ancient Era, the Demon Race had contended for dominance with the Human Race.
Blood had floated on the water, and had it not been for the help of powerful beings from outside their domains, the Human Race might have been nearly exterminated.
Now, a group from the ancient era was about to appear, filling everyone with inexplicable dread.
Long Fei was also full of surprise, thinking that the world had always been unprepared for the Demon Race, but it turned out they were all aware and even had precautions.
This martial competition for marrying seed likely to be connected to the Demon Race.
The Old Emperor’s reluctance to abdicate probably had sothing to do with the Demon Race.
He felt that there was definitely sothing else he didn’t know inside.
It seed the skies of Great Xia Country were about to change.
Soon, Ji Wanyu passed back a ssage.
Tomorrow morning, the Spatial Passage leading to the Southern Borderlands would open.
Great Xia Country had Spatial Passages connecting various places, with the destination at the southernmost tip of Yuee State.
Past the checkpoints of Yuee State lay an unregulated, chaotic territory.
She inford everyone that this ti, each person was allowed to bring two servants.
For the sake of fairness, the servants had to be at the Core Formation Stage Cultivation and could not receive help from the more powerful mbers of their families.
Long Fei smiled, pleased with this arrangent.
Nightingale and Anna were from the Southern Borderlands, and their people had also been killed by this group of traffickers.
Bringing them back would not only avenge their people but also allow them to quickly understand the local situation.
That afternoon, a phantom figure arrived floating above the Princess Mansion, and with a loud shout to those below, “Long Fei, you better not go to the Southern Borderlands, or I must slay you.”
All the cultivators of Chang’an City were alard and activated their Heavenly Eyes to look.
The figure’s phantom was incredibly domineering, exuding a dense aura of the Nascent Soul Realm.
Just a wisp of his spirit was oppressive enough to make it hard for people to breathe.
Soon soone recognized him, the Direct Disciple of Mount Mao Sect Head, Mu Hui.
Mu Qing was his younger brother, and he had just left seclusion today when he heard this news.
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