Chapter 138: 137 Oh Niubi, A Grand Sect Competition Like This

Today is the first day of the third month of the new year, and also the day Wang Wu plans to leave Heavenly Python City.

Since connecting with his master Yin Shenli, Wang Wu no longer needs that previous alias, because no one can monitor him so easily now.

Even if he doesn't want them to, they might not even be able to recall his face or the people around him.

As a Direct Transmission Disciple of that side, Wang Wu naturally can access some "dark aspects" of the Yinji Divine Sect, and thus is taught skills that ordinary Yinji Divine Sect disciples never possess.

Although the Yinji Divine Sect already has some very useful concealment abilities, those alone are not enough.

After all, the Yinji Divine Sect's underground enterprises are a hitman organization; Shura Bloodkill, second only to the Wu Yun Agency—or rather, often vying with it for the top spot as the premier assassin group—naturally possesses many unique techniques.

Unlike Shura Bloodkill, the Wu Yun Agency relies on Wu Yun alone, because the Shura leader, though immensely powerful, is even stronger than the world's number one assassin.

But the problem is, you basically can't hire her.

And for the world's number one assassin Wu Yun, you only need to pay a million to have him kill someone.

Yes, Wu Yun can be the world's number one assassin because he has no "pride" of any strong person.

Even a few dozen coins are enough to make him smile at you and call you brother.

Although the top strongmen in the assassin world seem to lack any notion of "noble bearing" or "dignity of the strong."

After all, Qin Xiang is also a top strongman, yet he drives a ride‑hailing car, and a hundred‑coin red packet makes him call people brother, while he haggles over groceries…

Ugh, that's irrelevant.

At ten in the morning, a refreshed Wang Wu stretched leisurely, ready to head out for the second battle.

He'd been cooped up in virtual space for over ten days, so today he definitely needs to reward himself.

Even though only eleven and a half hours have passed outside, that doesn't matter.

However, at that moment, Zi Yuan, who possessed self‑control and hadn't gone crazy enough to faint, stepped forward and hugged Wang Wu tightly.

"What's wrong?" Wang Wu asked, looking at Zi Yuan whose face still bore a lingering strong afterglow.

"I don't want to be apart from you; I want to be with you."

"Ah?" Wang Wu was startled, "We aren't separating, right? I can come back anytime later."

"No, Wu Lang." Zi Yuan buried her head in Wang Wu's chest, "I want to go with you, stay by your side on the road."

"You left Er Niang and the others here because it's more convenient for them to cultivate here, after all the Earth Demon Technique has now spread."

"Moreover, they need to attend school in Heavenly Python City to become truly literate and sensible, since the three of them have never been educated."

"But I'm different, Wu Lang." Zi Yuan looked up, tiptoed, and gave Wang Wu's lips a gentle peck.

"I'm a demonic cultivator, and I don't need to go to school."

"Besides, you gave all of us this, this…"

She lowered her head, looking at the ring on her left ring finger, and a strong wave of sweetness rose from her heart.

Then she looked at Wang Wu again and said:

"This ring lets us instantly return to this cave from anywhere, so I can stay by your side, Wu Lang, all the time, right?"

"And also, and also…" At this point, Zi Yuan's eyes rolled, a sly smile appearing on her face:

"If we're not there, what will you do out there? Isn't it that human girls will, just because you look so handsome, …"

"This…" Wang Wu originally said he could endure it, but after glancing at Zi Yuan and then at the few monsters on the ground beside him…

After pondering for 0.05 seconds, he nodded.

"Alright then."

This is the practical teleportation device recommended by master Yin Shenli, very handy and cheap.

Worn as an anchoring coordinate, it can transform into various small items according to the user's preference.

For example, a ring.

Wang Wu also wears this ring on his ring finger, plus two spatial rings; now he has three rings on his hand.

In the fortress he waited a bit longer, and after a few female demons woke up, Wang Wu also told them about this.

Although they were very envious, the female demons still agreed, without whining that they also wanted to leave with Wang Wu.

Because they also knew they certainly couldn't stay by Wang Wu's side forever as ornaments, even though Wang Wu thought that was fine.

But they themselves were definitely unwilling; even if they wouldn't reach Wu Lang's level, at least they should be able to help Wu Lang somewhat.

After spending a little more warm time with the girls, Wang Wu left the fortress together with Zi Yuan.

Outside there was still the second battle, so ultimately Wang Wu stayed busy until night before finally leaving Heavenly Python City.

He wasn't constantly doing that kind of thing; Wang Wu certainly wasn't that exaggerated, and the reason he was busy so late was mainly to carve out time for cultivation.

He now sets aside part of each day to practice, since strength is the foundation supporting his future good life.

After all, the stronger his body, the longer he can carve out time… ah no, he can also better protect his loved ones.

Riding a motorcycle, he sped out of Heavenly Python City toward the distant human world.

He plans to first return to Southern Province, hand the ring to Wang Lan and Zhao Xingyue, then explore other places.

This world is vast; there are many places he hasn't visited yet.

More importantly, he needs to find opponents to spar with.

The most cost‑effective way to advance Earth martial arts is simply to fight people.

Through battle after battle, walking the edge of life and death each time, repeatedly escaping death.

Fighting monsters is also an option, and the strong in the monster world are of higher caliber, but considering the influence of the chaotic world within Demon City, Wang Wu ultimately had to painfully choose to leave.

Thus, on the road, Wang Wu felt somewhat heavy‑hearted.

He is a monster, naturally more suited to staying in monster society.

Living here is truly comfortable, making every pore of his body involuntarily radiate—it's just awesome.

Sigh, there's no choice; eventually he still has to go out and explore.

He had informed Tian Ling of his departure a few days earlier, so there was no grand farewell scene when he left the city.

He arrived in an ordinary manner and left in an ordinary manner; even aside from Tian Ling, no one realized that Wang Wu had already gone.

Three days passed quickly, and Wang Wu rode his motorcycle back to the familiar South Province.

Heavenly Python City is his home, and South Province, of course, is as well.

When in South Province he is a South Province demon, and when in Heavenly Python City he is, of course, a proper Heavenly Python Elder.

Returning to another home feels pretty good.

Zi Yuan's mood these past few days has also been great, and she has become even more clingy to Wang Wu than before.

Previously Zi Yuan was relatively restrained, but in these days she has become like Shu Niang and the others, having completely lost her restraining ability.

Just like this afternoon.

On the way to the Upper Profound Sect, Zi Yuan and Wang Wu started with a playful romp that turned into an intense aerobic session on the plain.

"Wu Lang."

With a soft whine, she woke from unconsciousness, Zi Yuan comfortably turned over and slipped into Wang Wu's arms.

Even though she was covered in dust, Zi Yuan didn't mind it at all.

"Only my words, is that still not enough?"

Wang Wu gently held her, speaking softly to the one in his embrace:

"No, Yuan'er. You've already done very well."

"Let's keep moving; the Upper Profound Sect is almost there."

"Hmm."

After the two continued to linger a while, they returned to the fortress.

They bathed, changed clothes, and then set off again.

Since leaving Shu Niang and the others there, the few female demons have, as if they had changed nature, unprecedentedly broken their previous pattern of at least twice daily.

In the past three days, there was only that one night yesterday.

Well, although it was a whole night, let's count it as a single occurrence.

Though by the number of faintings it should be twelve times.

Now they have no time each day even to read novels; they spend all day attending school, taking exams, and if they perform poorly they must be punished.

Demon schools separate boys and girls, because if they weren't separated the students would have no mind to attend school.

As for the punishment for poor scores, they are not allowed to go inside.

Indeed, it's the most terrifying penalty for demons.

As for how to enforce it, the answer is the locked sacrilegious robe; if they don't do well that day, they aren't allowed to remove it.

That's right, the Heavenly Python City Academy gives a short test every day.

Wang Wu has no objection to this punishment, and after Zi Yuan got familiar with the three female demons, she began to reveal her mischievous nature.

From previously showing Wang Wu a replay of death, to now frolicking with Wang Wu in front of the three locked female demons, making the demons' teeth grind to the point of breaking.

But there's no choice; poor grades mean punishment.

And even if the grades are ideal, the lock still has to be worn regularly.

Because during school, everything must still prioritize studies.

Now that the Negative Pole Divine Sect's vague method exists, Zi Yuan no longer needs to deliberately alter her appearance; she can simply show her original face.

An hour later, the two arrived at the Upper Profound Sect.

Although he had already learned from Zhao Xingyue about recent events at the Upper Profound Sect, when he saw it with his own eyes, Wang Wu was still shocked.

Because this is the classic sect grand competition found in fantasy and xianxia novels!

Zhao Xingyue is also an elite disciple of the Upper Profound Sect participating in the sect grand competition; although their talent isn't as overwhelming as Si Tu Jin's, it's still quite good.

This sect grand competition is jointly organized by the Upper Profound Sect, the Green Duckweed Sect, and several other major sects.

For a sect, this is also the best way to improve its ranking.

In the previous Three Provinces sect grand competition, the ultimate winner was the Green Duckweed Sect.

The Green Duckweed Sect's disciples took first place, and the sect naturally leapt to become the top sect of South Province.

This time, the Upper Profound Sect, which placed second in the last competition, naturally aims to reclaim its top position.

Although they have suffered defeat for two consecutive sessions, it's okay; this year they will surely succeed!

Then, during today's True Realm Disciple Battle, just before the match, the Upper Profound Sect found one of its deployed disciples missing.

"W-what should we do???"

"Senior sister, where did senior sister go!???"

All the disciples stared at each other, you looking at me, I looking at you, but no one knew where the senior sister in charge of leading the team had gone.

And at this moment, only half an hour remained before the match.

Upper Profound Sect, inside a certain room.

"Wu Lang! Xiang, Minister... Xiang!!!"

A trembling voice suddenly rang out, high-pitched and sharp.

It sounded like crying, yet no sorrow could be felt within it.

Only joy, endless joy and sweetness.

After that sound, the room fell into silence.

"Madam, you should be about to go on stage, right?"

The silence lasted about five minutes, and only when Wang Wu's lips and tongue were free did he finally get a chance to speak.

"Ah, ah!?"

Zhao Xingyue, still in a daze, suddenly widened their eyes, as if recalling something.

So she immediately scrambled out of bed in a panic, preparing to leave the room.

But at that moment she could not stand steady; as soon as her foot touched the ground it shook violently, nearly causing her to fall.

Because the lingering aftereffects still remained in her body, they continued to erode and affect her wave after wave.

"It's okay, my lady, there's still time."

Wang Wu, holding Zhao Xingyue, gave her a light kiss on the cheek and comforted her.

"All, all because of you…" At this moment, Zhao Xingyue, who was being held by Wang Wu, also flushed, muttering:

"Give, give, giving it at this moment, giving that damn ring, really…"

"I love you, my lady."

In an instant, Zhao Xingyue's mind glitched again.

Fortunately, in the end Zhao Xingyue still rushed back just as the disciples about to take the stage were frantic and at their wits' end.

"Senior sister, you, why are you only coming now!"

A disciple said with some displeasure.

Zhao Xingyue said nothing, merely walking silently to the front of the line, tidying her disheveled dark hair.

Because she rushed out, she had no time to even manage her hair, let alone remember to wear socks.

At this moment, she was directly wearing the teal‑blue silver‑threaded boots that Wang Wu had given her before their last parting.

Knowing Wang Wu would come, she had kept wearing those boots ever since.

After all, this was… well, a token of their commitment.

In the audience, among the second batch of teams preparing to enter, Zhao Xingyue's senior brother stared intently at her from start to finish, even blood vessels bursting in his eyes.

Her disheveled dark hair, rosy complexion, and that constantly upturned mouth corner…

Of course, most importantly, those eyes that were fixed on a spot in the audience, filled with intense happiness and sweetness.

The wound in his heart had never healed; when he saw his former junior sister, with whom he once shared his innermost thoughts, now gazing with a sweetness that no longer belonged to him, a flood of blood surged continuously, causing him such pain that he became numb.

And in his own team, a pair of eyes also watched him at the front of the line.

The junior sister looked at her senior brother, at his fist already clenched with blood, and his slightly trembling body, a trace of sorrow flashing in her eyes.

Of course, Wang Wu and Zhao Xingyue were unaware of others' joys and sorrows; the two were just exchanging glances there.

Even though Emperor Zhou was locked in a fierce tug‑of‑war on Lishan with the Shenzhou coalition, in Nanzhou everything remained peaceful and tranquil.

And not just Nanzhou; most provinces of the Great Zhou dynasty were like this.

The conflict between Emperor Zhou and the Jiang family, where Empress Jiang hails from, has become extremely sharp over the years; since the emperor ascended the throne, he has repeatedly targeted the Jiang family.

He attacked and rebuked the Jiang family with various pretexts, replaced many officials in Baozhou with those bearing the Si surname, and even stripped some Jiang members of their titles.

Anyone with eyes could see that the relationship between the emperor and the Jiang family had long been tense.

But it didn't matter; no one cared. Or rather, everyone was waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

The Nine Tripod Cauldrons shattered, and the myriad heroes brandished their spears.

Thereafter, they vied for dominion over the world.

(End of chapter)