His hair was as black as ink, and his halberd was stained red with blood.
Qin Wentian stood there like an ancient God of War. The youth he used to be was completely ignited at this moment. The battle intent that had been accumulating for a long time exploded out crazily.
At this moment, the crowd no longer had confidence in Luo Qianqiu. After personally witnessing Qin Wentian defeating Sikong Mingyue, they could faintly sense that Qin Wentian might really be able to defeat Luo Qianqiu and become the champion of the Jun Lin Banquet.
At this moment, it was as if they had forgotten about the bet. In their eyes, there was only the rising youth. They were filled with anticipation, hoping that he would be able to complete the final counterattack. If that was the case, many years later, this would become a legend.
Could Qin Wentian defeat Luo Qianqiu?
At this moment, facing against Qin Wentian's ancient halberd, Luo Qianqiu took a step forward. His battle intent was similarly boiling.
The person he had once trampled on was now pointing at him in such an arrogant manner. In that case, he could only fight.
"Let's rest for four hours."
Just as their auras collided, an indifferent voice drifted out. It was none other than the old man standing beside Chu Tianjiao.
Qin Wentian and Luo Qianqiu were both prepared for battle, why was there a need for them to rest?
Why not directly proceed to the pinnacle battles of the Jun Lin Banquet?
However, no matter how displeased they were, since the other party had spoken, they could only wait for four hours.
Qin Wentian frowned slightly and looked at the elder. Since they were ready to fight, why did they stop?
"The two of you, take a break and prepare for battle." The old man continued. Luo Qianqiu and Qin Wentian could only nod their heads. Since the other party wanted them to wait, they could only wait for another four hours.
"I'm sure everyone must be exhausted. Why don't you all take a short break?" Chu Tianjiao smiled as he stared at the crowd.
Although everyone on the grandstand had their own worries, they were still chatting casually.
Luo Qianqiu left the platform, as though someone had called him away.
"Qin Wentian, can you come over for a chat?"
At this moment, a voice drifted over. The crowd turned their gazes over, only to see a person standing beside Chu Tianjiao looking in the direction of Qin Wentian.
This person was the middle-aged man who rarely spoke. The moment he spoke, the pupils of many people narrowed. He wanted Qin Wentian to go over and have a chat?
The people of these great forces knew where this middle-aged man came from. Many people couldn't help but feel apprehensive when he asked Qin Wentian to come over, especially the people of the Ye Clan and the Ou Clan.
That's right, with Qin Wentian's talent, it was extremely likely that he would be valued. After all, he had defeated Sikong Mingyue.
Even though they were enemies with Qin Wentian, they had no choice but to admit Qin Wentian's talent. If they were in Qin Wentian's shoes, they would also be willing to rope in Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian kept his ancient halberd, and the roaring blood in his body also gradually subsided. The shackles of his bloodline had already been unlocked, and after enduring the boundless pain and agony, he had endured it with his strong will. This was the reason why he was late to the Jun Lin Banquet today. And now, he could already control the power of his bloodline.
After crossing the platform, Qin Wentian walked to the side of the middle-aged man, only to see that there were quite a few youths staring at him, their eyes gleaming with sharpness.
These people must have come from the same place as Luo Qianqiu. There was no need to doubt their strength.
"Come to the back and drink a few cups of wine." The middle-aged man slowly turned and brought Qin Wentian to the area behind Chu Chun Qiu. The banquet had already been prepared, and there were many people surrounding the area. There was no one to disturb them, and the atmosphere was extremely peaceful.
After the middle-aged man and Qin Wentian sat down, someone immediately poured wine for them. The middle-aged man raised his cup to Qin Wentian as he smiled, "Your talent isn't bad. Are you interested in joining the Nine Mystical Palace?"
Qin Wentian's countenance stiffened. Indeed, this person was someone from the Nine Mystical Palace.
The Nine Mystical Palace was the power behind Chu and ten other countries. They couldn't afford to offend them. From a certain perspective, if he could join the Nine Mystical Palace, it would definitely have an extraordinary significance to him, Qin Wentian.
However, the conversation he had with Mustang previously caused a trace of ill will to appear in his heart.
The Nine Mystical Palace seemed to have designs on the Heavenly Star Pavilion of the Emperor Star Academy. If he agreed to join the Nine Mystical Palace, but the Nine Mystical Palace wanted him to stand in opposition to the Emperor Star Academy, this was something he wasn't willing to do.
"Senior, what about the final battle of the Jun Lin Banquet?" Qin Wentian probed. He wanted to know if Luo Qianqiu wanted to join the Heavenly Star Pavilion because of the Nine Mystical Palace.
"I want you to lose." The middle-aged man smiled as he toasted Qin Wentian. His voice was extremely calm, as though he was speaking of an insignificant matter. However, his words caused Qin Wentian's eyes to narrow.
Looking at the smile on the middle-aged man's face, Qin Wentian felt a chill in his heart.
I want you to lose!
These four simple words seemed to contain an unquestionable will within. This was the will of the Nine Mystical Palace.
The Nine Mystical Palace wanted Qin Wentian to lose. Even if they valued Qin Wentian's talent.
"Don't worry, as long as you join the Nine Mystical Palace, the rewards you will obtain will definitely not be limited to just being the champion of the Jun Lin Banquet. You should have heard of what sort of power the Nine Mystical Palace is. Not only that, I truly admire your talent." The middle-aged man saw that Qin Wentian was stunned for a moment before he continued with a smile, "However, because of certain reasons, you have to lose this battle. Qianqiu has to be the champion no matter what. As for the small conflicts between the two of you, I will mediate between you two."
Qin Wentian fell into silence, feeling somewhat stifled.
Naturally, he didn't want to admit defeat. The moment he stepped onto the Jun Lin Banquet, he had already come here to fight for the position of champion. Even if he lost, he would have no regrets. However, now that his sword was pointed at the top, the Nine Mystical Palace actually told him that he had to lose.
He didn't want to lose, and he didn't want to intentionally lose. However, a power like the Nine Mystical Palace made him feel as though there was a huge mountain pressing down on his back.
"There's still four hours left. Think about it seriously. What the Nine Mystical Palace can give you is something that the Emperor Star Academy cannot compare to. Based on your talent, joining the Nine Mystical Palace is your best choice." The middle-aged man still had a smile on his face. After speaking, he departed, leaving behind Qin Wentian alone.
Although the middle-aged man had a smile on his face as he chatted with Qin Wentian, Qin Wentian understood that behind that smile, nobody knew what kind of thoughts were hidden within.
After downing the wine in his cup, Qin Wentian departed the area.
"Have you thought it through?" As he passed by the middle-aged man, he only saw the middle-aged man smiling at him.
"I will consider it." Qin Wentian didn't directly reply to the middle-aged man. Instead, he returned to the platform. At this moment, many people were speculating. Earlier, when Qin Wentian was called over, what did the middle-aged man from the Nine Mystical Palace say to him?
Most probably, they wanted to invite Qin Wentian to join the Nine Mystical Palace. However, did Qin Wentian agree?
It was as though they wanted to see something from Qin Wentian's eyes. However, they only saw Qin Wentian directly closing his eyes. Clutching the Yuan Meteor Stone in his hands, he closed his eyes and began to meditate, as though he had entered into a state of anatta.
Nobody knew what he was thinking, and nobody knew what had happened earlier. Other than the middle-aged man and Qin Wentian himself, no one knew what he was thinking.
Time slowly flowed by, and everyone was already filled with impatience.
According to the latest payout rates from Drunken Wonder, the payout rates for Luo Qianqiu and Qin Wentian to become the champion were already 1: 2.
This was equivalent to betting on who would win. After the payout rates were released, countless people started to bet on Qin Wentian's victory. The hope they had for Qin Wentian had already surpassed the hope they had for Luo Qianqiu.
In the world of cultivation, everyone had the dream of becoming the strongest.
Luo Qianqiu was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. From the very beginning, he was already considered to be the strongest contender for the championship of this year's Jun Lin Banquet. Qin Wentian, on the other hand, was a dark horse. With a cultivation base at the 7th level of Arterial Circulation, he had slaughtered his way all the way to where he was now. Such a reversal caused the hearts of countless people to surge with emotions. They also hoped that they would be able to be like Qin Wentian, walking step by step towards the pinnacle under the astonished gazes of the crowd.
One could say that the reason why many people placed their bets on Qin Wentian was no longer simply because of the pursuit of benefits. Rather, it was because of the emotions in their hearts, as well as a type of faith.
They hoped to see a different Jun Lin Banquet.
They also hoped to witness history being made. Years later, when Qin Wentian's name shook the world, this battle would definitely become a legend.
Four hours was a very short period of time, but to the crowd, it felt like an eternity. After several days and nights, the old man finally announced the start of the Jun Lin Banquet.
At this moment, silence filled the entire space. Everyone was speechless as they stared at the two silhouettes facing each other on the platform. The final battle of the Jun Lin Banquet, Luo Qianqiu versus Qin Wentian. Would this battle be recorded in the annals of Chu?
From Luo Qianqiu's body, the violent lightning Astral Souls and Astral Energy in his body crackled. He stood there, resembling a God of Thunder.
Qin Wentian brandished his ancient halberd as he ignited the power of his bloodline. Although suppressing the roaring of his bloodline consumed a lot of his energy, it was still sufficient to support him for this battle.
The Astral Energy in his body began to circulate, but at this instant, Qin Wentian's countenance abruptly changed, becoming exceptionally unsightly to behold.
"FIGHT!" Luo Qianqiu howled in rage, instantly descending upon Qin Wentian. The arms of the Lightning Seigneur swept out in a frenzy, while Qin Wentian's countenance turned ashen. He brandished the ancient halberd in his hands in defense, yet his aura was far inferior compared to when he fought against Sikong Mingyue.
With a thunderous boom, Qin Wentian's body was flung through the air, landing on the platform. Groaning in pain, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"This …"
The spectators, who were filled with boundless anticipation, were all dumbfounded. With a single strike, Qin Wentian was injured by Luo Qianqiu. Was the disparity between the two of them really so great?
This caused many to feel a sense of disappointment in their hearts. Had they seen wrongly?
"Why?" Qin Wentian's eyes were filled with rage as he stared at the middle-aged man seated beside the Azure Jadeite Dragon Seat.
In these four hours, he had only drunk a small cup of wine.
However, at this moment, the Astral Energy in his Arterial Pathways wasn't circulating smoothly.
"I want you to lose." Qin Wentian recalled the resolute voice of the Nine Mystical Palace, as his heart was filled with grief and indignation.
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