The Greatest System With 100 Million Life Prizes
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第836章 那就比一比好了

Experiencing possession by the immortal soul of another person is a very dangerous thing. If the other person has malicious intentions, it is very likely that you will lose your body permanently.

However, Xiaoqueyao did not hesitate about this offer from the idol.

He immediately cooperated, letting his demonic soul out from the center of his sea of souls, providing a path for merging.

After which, Sect Leader Jiang separated a small portion of his immortal soul.

There was no other choice; his immortal soul was too powerful.

If he fully mastered Caiying's body, Caiying's demonic body would not be able to withstand it and would instantly collapse.

After officially joining Caiying's sea of souls, he quickly took control of this weak body.

The entire process went smoothly; the two demon kings standing before him were much inferior in his cultivation compared to Sect Leader Jiang and had no way of sensing his actions with his immortal soul.

They only felt, inexplicably, that the aura of this little angel had changed.

It suddenly became foreign and dangerous.

However, the two of them quickly shook their heads afterwards, thinking of it as an illusion.

Funny thing is, he's just an angel.

After controlling the body, Chengge stretched out his hand and kicked his leg, introducing him well.

Only then did he sigh in relief and recall the large amount of knowledge his craftsmen had gained from the system.

"Why haven't we started yet? Are you scared?"

Grandmaster Qiwei shouted furiously, "I strongly doubt that you can even create a first-class immortal weapon. You're just here to cause trouble!"

"For someone like you, there must be a heavy penalty for keeping the rules of the Meeting!"

The reason he was so aggressive was to deliberately increase Caiying's psychological pressure.

For immortal weapon artisans below the third rank, there was always a level of failure when creating first grade immortal weapons.

Psychological stress often leads to mistakes.

And even a minor flaw during the utilization process could ruin all previous attempts.

If it was the real Caiying, he would definitely remain silent and allow himself to be humiliated.

Now, however, Chengge was in control of the body and would naturally not tolerate it.

He tilted his head with a smile that was not a smile and looked at the seventh rank immortal weapon artisan.

In his eyes, there was even a hint of mercy.

"Stupidity brings happiness. Half-baked fools like you are always so energetic and passionate."

His gaze and tone made not only Grandmaster Qiwei, but also the demon kings and demon ancestors next to him speechless.

This ancient style made him look as if he was a senior immortal weapon artisan evaluating juniors.

"What did you say?"

Grandmaster Qiwei was burning with anger. If not for the lack of comfort in using violence here, he would definitely drop this little angel directly.

And then, he would use his blood to purify his weapons, tormenting him day and night.

"I've said enough. I'm here to create, not to argument words."

Chengge waved his hand cuefully. "How about this? Since you seem to be underestimating my weapon-creating ability, let's have a little competition."

With that, everyone present, including the demon kings on the altar and the immortal weapon artisans watching from the outside, became silent.

How could this little angel dare to challenge Grandmaster Qiwei?

In the Luming Battle Zone, the ability of creating his weapon Grandmaster Qiwei could easily fit within the top three, right?

Among the more than two hundred immortal weapon artisans present, not a single one dared to claim to be superior to him.

"You..want to compete with me?"

Grandmaster Qiwei himself almost doubted whether he heard it properly.

"true."

Chengge shrugged his shoulders. "I'll compete with you to see who can create the first-class immortal weapon needed sooner..."

Before he finished speaking, Grandmaster Qiwei laughed out loud.

"Haha..."

At the same time, the demon kings above the altar and the surrounding immortal weapon artisans laughed along.

Because it's too ridiculous.

"You could've challenged something else."

"It really wants to compete with me in terms of creating speed?"

"Truly a fool who knows nothing!"

The demon king in charge of the registration had to come forward to defuse the situation.

"All right, all right, we're not playing around. This is a registration test, not a competition."

Before the meeting begins, we must ensure the safety of this little angel. I don't want any unnecessary complications."

However, at this moment, Grandmaster Qiwei became increasingly reluctant.

"No, I have to compete with him!"

He stood in front of the demon king, staring at Caiying diligently.

"He who proposes it himself, if I refuse, will I not be ridiculed by everyone?"

"It's..."

The demon king also did not want to offend a seventh rank immortal weapon artisan, so it was extremely difficult to stop him.

"If he loses, I'll tear him into a thousand pieces!"

"No, you can't!"

"The demon king's smile disappeared as he intercepted it.

"Mr Qiwei, you can compete with him, but you must not risk his life!"

Mr. Qiwei's face darkened. "What did you say?"

The demon king stood up. "This is a boundary line!"

Mr. Qiwei was furious.

Was it so difficult for a powerful demon lord to kill an immortal god?

You all defy me, a teacher, just to protect an immortal god?

Am I not worth it?

Enough is!

"I can't tolerate this! I'm not going to this conference!"

The demon lord became anxious. "Mr Qiwei... Please think carefully..."

It was easy for others not to come along because the Sacred Temple had a way to deal with them. But someone as valuable as Mr. Qiwei, a seventh rank immortal craftsman, was not someone that was easy for them to shred. If he did not come along, even the esteemed Emperor Liewu could only watch him leave.

At this critical moment, City Brother (call name) 'kind-hearted' interfered to resolve the situation.

"Then we bet on our lives. Whoever is slower will lose, and the loser will have to take his own life, with a witness to the laws of heaven," City Brother said with a smile.

"Hahaha, you heard him too, this is what he asked for!"

Master Qiwei laughed arrogantly, attracting many followers of demon cultivators from the furthest groups.

"Come, let's bet quickly!"

The demon lord in charge of the registration was unable to stop them despite being extremely anxious. These two people were brilliant examples appointed by the Emperor himself, and Master Qiwei was a widely renowned seventh rank immortal craftsman. He had no choice but to send someone to inform Emperor Liewu.

But it's obviously too late.

City Brother and Mr. Qiwei, without a doubt, made an oath in the name of the law of heaven and carried out his bet.

They swear to each other that anyone who breaks the treaty will meet a tragic fate.

In fact, these bets are not very binding and are no different from just making an appointment. The laws of heaven do not care about such trivial matters, and even if one were to break them, there would be no punishment.

At most, they would probably face strength within themselves when they achieved progress in the future.

But for City Brother, that was enough.

The crowd of spectators from outside, which was increasingly made up of demon cultivators, rumbled with discussion as they watched this scene.

Although perhaps they had never seen Mr. Qiwei before, they had long heard of him. How could such a teacher possibly contend with a mere immortal god?

This is too absurd!

"What did the teacher try?"

"What triggered it?"

"Who knows? That immortal god is really brave!"

"He's asking for trouble."

"How can an evangelistic conference involve such low-level participants?"

"This is the immortal god that just arrived at the Xuanshen group?"

Many demon cultivators recognized him.

Especially the Xuanshen cultivator who previously felt angry, now they were rejoicing at his misfortune.

"This time, he's in trouble. Mr. Qiwei is not a person to be ignored. He's destiny!"

(Late of this chapter)

"The end of this chapter" ⁇ 837

The news quickly reached the formidable Emperor Luyu in the far country on the other side.

After hearing that Caiying would challenge Master Qiwei in the refining tool trial, and that they even risked their lives for it, the Emperor was a little confused.

A figure so famous as him had many important affairs to attend to, and it was easy for him to forget something. Almost a month had passed, and he had almost forgotten the name of Caiying.

But as soon as he remembered, he became a little unhappy.

What was that little elf thinking? Did he really think he deserved to throw a challenge at Master Qiwei? He really doesn't know!

His foolish actions had lessened the bit of kindness he had towards her.

"What should we do?"

The cautious envoy reported, "If he loses, Master Qiwei will definitely not let him go. He would definitely take his life!"

"In that case, let him die."

Emperor Luyu said calmly, "He didn't appreciate the opportunity given to him, so he pulled this on himself."

"But what about our publicity ..."

"If he dies as a result of the life bet, it is not the fault of our Sacred Temple. Moreover, it would not have any negative impact even if the news spread."

After all, the publicity had lasted for a month, and had already achieved its effect.

"Go, you can go."

He swung his hand, and the messenger bowed and walked out of the room.

In his heart, the envoy could not hold his breath.

He thought that Emperor Luyu at least cared a little about the little elf, but it turned out that he was just an easily disposed pawn.

Outside of the alchemy altar where the purification competition took place, the crowd had become extremely large.

Many alchemists and magicians from other groups also came to watch.

Master Qiwei was famous, and they had come to admire his skills.

When they heard that the little elf had joined the chaotic group, they could not help but laugh.

"Obviously he came to cause trouble."

"He doesn't even know how to write the word 'death'!"

"Poor Master Qiwei, must compete with a beginner like him."

"After she loses, will the little elf admit defeat?"

"Will he dare to do it?"

"I heard he had someone supporting him ..."

"Then what? Our eyes are sharp; we will be witnesses!"

"Of course, we will help Master Qiwei become a witness!"

Hearing their comments, Cheng Ge could not help but laugh almost burst out.

Thanks to all of you who helped as witnesses!

As both formations lit up, the competition with additional bets officially began.

However, both of them did not take action at first.

Master Qiwei deliberately folded his hands and looked at Caiying with a mocking expression.

"I'll let you start."

"I gave you fifteen minutes."

The alchemists and magicians outside cheered and clapped.

"Now, watch what it means to be a true expert!"

"So this is the confidence of an expert. I'll learn from him!"

"Hahaha, forget about fifteen minutes, even if he gave him an hour or a day, Master Qiwei would still win in the end!"

"Of course, there is no comparison between the two!"

"Master Qiwei showed an attitude of generosity to the younger generation. Very honorable ..."

Cheng Ge also laughed.

Originally, he had indeed planned to let Caiying take a step first.

But since Master Qiwei was so confident, he wanted to give him a chance to see the reality of the situation.

"Alright, you can stand by the side and admire him. Learn well."

Learn from your grandfather!

It was a thought that flashed through everyone's mind back then.

This heavenly being was extremely weak in terms of strength, but his words were incomparable.

And on top of that, he spoke so arrogantly.

You think Master Qiwei should learn from you?

Then, the expressions of the alchemists in the front row of the crowd started to turn into awe.

Because Cheng Ge had already ordered Caiying's body to begin the alchemy process.

"This ..."

"This woman's technique in setting up formations and manipulating materials looks perfect. It seems he's not a rookie!"

Someone doubted, "Why is that surprising?"

"The end of this chapter."

As long as they entered the door, they all knew how to do it.

Their discussion had just begun, and their mouths could no longer be closed.

To a ninth-grade immortal weaponryman, refining a first-rate immortal weapon was not even qualified as making toys.

Moreover, Cheng Ge chose the fastest method among the refinement knowledge he knew.

The crowd quickly realized that although their eyes could clearly see each movement, they could not follow it with rhythm, nor could they remember it.

The ten fingers of the hand seemed to have turned into ten different beings.

Manipulating immortal formations and dazzling materials, there was no stopping moment, nor was there a time of repetition.

Everything was flowing smoothly, as if it was natural!

Every special spell and mysterious signature shone brightly like a starry sky.

"How is this possible?"

Many immortal armors doubted their lives.

"What kind of refinement technique is this?"

"Why can't I see it?"

"The refinement process is prone to errors and requires special vigilance and care. How did he get so fast?"

"How can it be so fast without making a mistake?"

"However, he hasn't failed yet, it can even be said to be perfect!"

Everyone was shocked, be it the demons watching him outside or Master Qiwei who was standing at the side.

Originally, he had casually waited to see the Earth Immortal humiliating himself.

However, the more he looked, the more surprised he was!

A first-rate immortal weapon was simple to him, but the speed with which this weapon was formed far surpassed his comprehension.

Even for him, it would take at least half an hour to form a weapon embryo.

And now, only two minutes have passed.

The immortal weapon was like a dazzling flower, blooming rapidly before everyone's eyes, as if it had accelerated many times.

How could something like this exist in this world?

He can't stay still.

With this speed, he had not even started while everyone else was done.

What does it mean to compare?

But he was already proud of himself, so he had to wait an additional fifteen minutes before starting.

If he were to retreat now, wouldn't he be a laughingstock?

So he could only pray, praying that Cheng Ge would make a mistake.

However, he was already destined to be disappointed.

For a ninth-grade immortal weaponryman, refining a first-rate immortal weapon alone could be done with his eyes closed. How could they fail?

After just five minutes, a first-rate immortal sword appeared completely in front of everyone.

"Successfully."

Cheng Ge kept his divine power.

And at this moment, the place was completely silent.

First-rate immortal weapons were not rare, but combined with the absurd refinement process earlier, it was truly amazing.

The more than two hundred alchemists present did not even know how to evaluate it.

The demon lord in charge of the registration was not sure what to do.

Even though he was not an alchemist, he had still seen refinements before.

He had never heard of this kind of speed, let alone refining the highest quality Immortal Pill so quickly.

After passing the test, Cheng Ge naturally received the registration marks of the group of alchemists.

Because this time it had moved to Caiying's soul, the altar still did not know his demonic identity.

However, this time, the mark fell on Caiying himself, not on his sword sheath.

After enjoying the attention of the crowd, Cheng Ge spun in satisfaction and looked at Master Qiwei.

"Now, it's your turn."

"This place is too lazy to intimidate such trash. I'll give you another chance to start counting down."

"Crazy!"

Master Qiwei's face turned red like a pig's heart. ⁇ 838 ⁇ ⁇

Restarting the time count?

Even though we restarted the time counting, Qiwei was not confident of surpassing the speed of the Chief Ruler Jiang from earlier.

Five minutes to perfect a first-rate immortal tool?

If this had not happened before him, Qiwei, a level seven immortal tool expert skilled in the art of refining tools for so many years, would never have believed him.

However, that fact was in front of him.

He was well aware that even though he was doing his best, it would still take him at least an hour.

This speed is fast enough.

At least faster than most level seven immortal tool experts.

But compared to five minutes ago, the difference was too cruel.

This is a total humiliation!

Everyone stared at him, waiting for the master to start refining.

Over two hundred immortal tool experts had already shook their heads in disappointment. Qiwei has failed this time.

Meanwhile, for many laymen outside of the magic processing circle who did not understand the complexity of refining tools, or the meaning of five minutes, they thought Qiwei could surpass the previous results.

"When the teacher acts, he will easily suppress this little angel!"

"True, the teacher will definitely be faster."

"At least twice as fast!"

"Two times? You underestimated Master Qiwei too much, didn't you?"

"Three times faster than him, at least!"

"Five times!"

"For Master Qiwei, first-rate immortal tools are as easy as blinking, right?"

Hearing these comments from the audience, the immortal tool experts in the arena could not help but laugh.

Meanwhile, Master Qiwei himself wished for a massive explosion to occur in the arena, killing all the admirers who were just wooing him.

Just as easy as blinking? Try blinking and making a timeless tool!

His expression continued to change, while pondering over a solution.

If he really started to refine right now, it would definitely cause an uproar throughout the arena.

The group of immortal tool experts who were not magicians who did not understand the complexity of refining tools, would be greatly disappointed, thinking that their previously fast speed was like a snail.

This was an unacceptable blow to his position as a level seven immortal tool expert.

Besides, there are bets.

Finally, Master Qiwei's gaze became filled with hatred. He suddenly waved roughly his sleeve, sweeping away all the processing materials within the formation.

At the same time, the formation was extinguished, signaling his test was failing.

"Hmmm!"

"This type of bet has no meaning!"

"As an esteemed level seven immortal tool expert, comparing yourself to a junior is below my position!"

"I am reluctant to participate in this exam. Goodbye bye!"

After speaking, he had even intended to leave in person, not even attending the comprehension conference.

He thinks well.

As long as he did not move, no one could tell that he lost.

He can boast and say that he can be faster, but he is too lazy to compete.

That way, he would not be insulted, and would not damage his teacher's reputation.

However, everyone present was not a fool.

Those who are experts of immortal tools, seeing his reaction, three words flashed through their minds — immoral!

A venerable level seven immortal tool expert, using such a trick against a junior is truly despicable!

Although those ordinary magicians did not understand the complexity of repairing tools, they understood the principle of being a proper person.

This is not just an attitude of avoiding competition; obviously it is cheating!

It's impossible, isn't it?

Master Qiwei couldn't really compare to that little angel?

For a moment, everyone's views changed.

The Demon King from the Dark Temple in charge of the registration also became anxious and immediately came forward to convince him.

"Master Qiwei, this is not good for you to retreat like this."

This was a level seven immortal tool expert, and the Dark Temple appreciated it greatly.

Among the many sorcerers who signed up for this event in the Bright Battle Zone, he was one of the most valuable.

Especially since he was specially instructed to bring talented individuals into the Dark Temple.

If he backed away from the comprehension conference, Emperor Lieyu would definitely be furious.

"What if we provide a new set of materials for you to try again?"

"What's the point of trying?"

He deliberately pushed the demon lord impatiently.

"Comparing yourself with a little angel on the same level is the ultimate insult to me!"

"I, a level seven immortal tool expert, cannot bear such humiliation. I will definitely not participate in this comprehension conference!"

The demon lord who handled the registration almost exploded with rage.

"The end of the Chapter."

Hiya! I'm glad I could help you with the translation. Here is the Indonesian translation of the text you provided:

"Horses, insult your uncle!

Before, you were very demanding of competition, and wasn't it your own fault for being tireless?

Are we forcing you to compete?

Can you still ask Bi Lian?

Merely, considering that his opponent was a level seven immortal weapon expert, it wasn't easy to say straight away, so he could only feel vexed secretly.

Just then, Cheng Ge also approached with a smiling face.

"What's going on? Are you trying to withdraw from the bet?"

Qi Wei sensed the existence of intuition, the gaze of this little heavenly being carried a strong sense of pressure.

He shook his head violently; it must have been just his delusion.

That goddamn paradise creature!

"What is withdrawing from betting? I just don't want to bother beating a junior..."

"Please, no, you have to beat me."

"I remind you not to try your luck!"

Qi Wei became angry with embarrassment, and began to twist back the fact: "Your speed in refining first-rate immortal weapons is about to pass, but I didn't even notice them!"

"In addition, what is so commendable about refining a first-rate immortal weapon?"

"Seeing from that, you practice refining first-rate immortal weapons every day, just to perform great today, right?"

"You're so trying, it's pathetic!"

After hearing this, many of the demons' followers were under half-believing and half-doubting.

Is it possible that this heavenly being could only refine a first-rate immortal weapon and was only good at it?

Cheng Ge did not want to bother arguing with him, nor did he want to prove himself by immediately refining a seventh or eighth level immortal weapon in this place.

Especially since the time it took to form such an immortal weapon was very long.

Even for him, it would take a year or so.

Appearing awesome for so long, he had no patience for it.

In addition, the Symposium of Preachers had already begun at that time.

Seeing Qi Wei directly fly out of the altar and try to escape from the scene to avoid fulfilling the bet, Cheng Ge softly said from behind: "With so many people being witnesses, Cheng Ge is quoted as saying, are you really going to withdraw from betting?"

"What magical bet is that? I never noticed it!"

"Resigning from the bet might get you killed by the Heavenly Dao."

"Dao Heavenly?"

"Haha..."

Qi Wei had completely lost his shame. He coldly laughed as he turned around, a mocking expression on his face: "Even if I don't die, what can you, a mere heavenly being, do to me?"

"That's not certain."

Cheng Ge curled his lips, and his immortal soul instantly launched an attack, dashing into Qi Wei's sea of souls.

Granted, the Heavenly Dao doesn't care about such trivial matters, but the 'little heavenly being' in front of you actually has the ability to force you to fulfill the bet forcefully as punishment.

When his terrifying soul slid into Qi Wei's sea of souls, fear immediately filled his wide-open eyes.

His entire being was as if he had been electrocuted, shaking violently.

Within his sea of souls, a 'divine disaster' quickly struck.

In the face of that 'divine disaster', he was as small as a spirit, having absolutely no resistance.

How did this happen?

Who is this guy?

He wanted to call for help desperately, but there was no chance.

Before he could open his mouth, his immortal soul was easily erased, and then his body fell from the sky helplessly.

There is no sign of life left.

(Late of this chapter)" ⁇ 839

After killing Qi Wei, the heavenly soul of City Brother returned to the sword sheath.

Caiying regained control of her own body.

However, the murderous process that made the heart beat fast that had just occurred within the darkness no one noticed it.

It was impossible for those present because their cultivation level was too low.

If the Demon Emperor was here, perhaps he could realize something.

But now they were all interested in the corpses on the ground.

"Qi Wei!"

"What happened to Leader Qi Wei?"

All the demon cultivators in the place exclaimed.

The demon lord in charge of the registration and a few artifact experts quickly flew towards it and thoroughly examined the situation before shaking their heads in unison.

"He died."

"He's dead!"

The entire place exploded, once again causing a wave of uproar.

"How is this possible?"

"Leader Qi Wei is at the fourth level of the Demon King, how could he die so secretly?"

"Who did it?"

"No fighting even happened!"

The first reaction of many people was to look at Caiying, who looked puzzled.

But then they all got rid of it in their hearts.

Only a little heavenly elf, Qi Wei could easily kill him, how could he possibly be capable of such a feat?

"Could possibly..."

Some demon cultivators suddenly 'realized' and exclaimed.

"Could it be that because he broke the bet and refused to comply, Heaven-World took his life?"

"Heaven-the world killed him?"

Everyone could not help but look up at the sky.

Unfortunately, they saw nothing.

"Oh, so the real bet could come true?"

"It's pretty creepy, isn't it?"

"Heaven-the World actually meddles in this kind of business?"

The City Brother in the sword sheath listened happily to the increasingly crazed discussion among the crowd, almost exploding with laughter.

Heaven-World, oh Heaven-World, this time you showed loyalty regardless of your identity to help the Temple of the Eternal Alliance, specifically targeting me.

Now, take responsibility for the person I killed as well and bear this great burden!

Consider it revenge!

"A level seven artifact expert just died?"

"The heavens are moving, what do you expect?"

"In Heaven-World, we are all ants, what does it mean if he is a level seven artifact expert?"

The discussions flooded in.

"So, does it mean that the Heaven-World has already considered Master Qi Wei defeated?"

"He's already lost, he's just trying to cheat."

Now that Qi Wei was dead, no one doubted.

"Right, her rank in artifact making was higher and she could make seventh level artifacts, but she couldn't match that heavenly elf in terms of speed in making first level artifacts."

"This is too absurd, who is that heavenly elf?"

"This is not something praiseworthy, he can only make first-rate artifacts."

"But it was already incredible, however, he had managed to surpass a level seven artifact expert in a certain aspect."

Just like that, the crowd's gaze towards Caiying contained a hint of surprise.

It made the little devil bird feel a little overwhelmed.

He actually knew the process of making the artifact earlier.

But he didn't know how Qi Wei died.

The demon lord in charge of the registration was now in a panic.

"Quick, go and tell Emperor Lieyu!"

"Master Qi Wei's death is no small matter!"

Master Qi Wei had a high position, this problem could not be easily resolved.

In his heart, he cursed Qi Wei a hundred times.

It's worth!

You, a level seven artifact expert, and a level four Demon King, why would you bother competing with a little heavenly elf?

And you keep pushing him to his death, why?

Lieyuu, quasi-emperor, quickly arrived at the scene.

After learning of Master Qi Wei's sudden death, the person in charge of the war zone of Lin Mong was also left behind.

Wouldn't she be competing with that heavenly elf?

Why did he die unexpectedly?

He immediately rushed there.

"The End of the Chapter"

What's going on?"

The oppressive pressure from the quasi-emperor engulfed the place, causing all the demon processors to land one by one, not daring to linger in the sky or continue their discussions.

The demon king in charge of the registration quickly explained everything that had just happened.

"So this is what really happened?"

"Guiwei lost to that angel in the competition?"

"And then he was killed by the heavenly dao?"

"How could that happen?"

Since Quasi-Emperor Lieyu had not witnessed the event himself, his first reaction was to feel his intelligence insulted.

However, everyone present had witnessed what had just happened.

Even if this demon king had twisted the story, it was impossible for everyone else to pretend.

After confirming the peculiarity of the situation, Quasi-Emperor Lieyu became furious.

"What kind of disability is this?"

"Why don't you stop this ridiculous gambling competition?"

A seventh level immortal artifact practitioner had died, and an important participant was now missing from the Luming War Zone. The performance of the person in charge has suffered massively.

How is he not angry?

The demon king who was scolded by him looked quite innocent.

In his heart, he hated her secretly, thinking, "Don't I already send someone to tell you? It's your own fault for not taking it seriously, isn't it?"

At that moment, Quasi-Emperor Lieyu thought that Guiwei must have won. As for whether Caiying lived or died, he no longer cared.

Unfortunately, the results have been reversed.

And right after, the demon king of the Chaos Group came to report about Caiying's registration.

This further provoked the anger of Quasi-Emperor Lieyu.

What was this little angel planning to do? Is he crazy?

Where did he get the courage to sign up for the Chaos Group? Did he consider this Great Meeting as a joke?

Very unfortunate. If not for everyone's presence, he would have strangled the little bird demon.

But now, he had a more pressing problem to deal with - how to deal with the consequences.

Guiwei did bring this bad luck to himself, but he died due to a gambling competition with Caiying, whom he himself appointed as a representative. The entire Luming War Zone had spread this news.

How will others interpret this situation?

Conspiracy theories will come up.

Oh, so Caiying is actually your man, and Guiwei was used secretly as your tool to bring him to his doom!

Explaining such a situation would be impossible.

The quasi-emperor's cunning thoughts turned around, and he finally decided to let the misunderstanding continue.

"Guiwei lacked the ability, and he did not abide by the agreement of the gambling competition, eventually being punished by the heavenly dao and meeting his end. It was his own fault!"

"His death cannot be blamed on anyone else!"

This statement is meant to tell the outside world, "Look, you all witnessed it. Guiwei's death has nothing to do with our Holy Temple. We don't oppress him; he's the one who made the mistake."

"Caiying is indeed extraordinary, she is truly an unrivalled genius in the field of artifact designing. His talent was an event that only happened once in a thousand years!"

To prevent others from making conspiracy theories and defiling their reputations, he had no choice but to create another "artifact designer genius.

Guiwei's defeat of a next-generation artifact designing expert was no surprise at all! This is the natural order in the field of artifact design, unrelated to strangers like us.

Therefore, the quasi-emperor forcefully smiled, once again stroking Caiying's head gently.

"That's great. You really deserve to be chosen by me personally."

"I hope you continue to be the best and shine in the Great Meeting!"

After giving some encouragement, the quasi-emperor left immediately.

Meanwhile, all the demon processors present were once again dumbfounded.

Whahuh?

The venerable quasi-emperor himself said that this angel was a genius at designing artifacts once in a thousand years?

Does that mean he's really skilled at designing artifacts? ⁇ 840 ⁇ ⁇

For a moment, everyone's thoughts were filled with wild thoughts.

As things happened here, the news quickly spread as the registration for each group gradually ended.

The outside world was shocked by the death of Master Qi Wei.

And the devil's reputation of the little sparrow grew unexpectedly greater.

"Didn't Caoying really defeat Master Qi Wei?"

The name Caoying had already been promoted in the Linming battle zone for a month.

He has become a celebrity.

Everyone initially thought that the next time they would hear about him was when he was killed at the preacher conference.

Who would have thought that before the conference started, he would go viral again.

"This really isn't a joke?"

"No, tens of thousands of people on the spot saw it."

"It's too amazing, right? So that little elf actually has some ability?"

"Of course, this was not an actual victory, they were just comparing their first-rate immortal weapons."

"But it's still impressive."

"Of course, Lie Yu the quasi-emperor himself said, he is a rare genius in the manufacture of weapons that appear once in ten billion years."

"Can quasi-emperor's words be wrong? Can the audience be mistaken?"

"It's no wonder they promote it so aggressively..."

"But I heard he also signed up for the Chaos group competition."

"What?"

As there was a frenzy of discussion outside, the few trusted demon lords beside Emperor Lie Yu also expressed their confusion.

"You know Caoying personally?"

"Is he really a genius in weapons manufacturing?"

"There's rarely such a genius, is it really that easy to find?"

Emperor Lie Yu said lightly, "I just spoke up, and you all take it seriously?"

The trusted group of advisors were all confused.

"Why are you still exaggerating his abilities so much, he is simply not comparable!"

"Only that alone is an excuse to deceive the outside world, to raise its status and distract from the true death of Qi Wei related to me."

"But, he is not a genius in the manufacture of real weapons. Once the preacher conference starts, he won't even be able to get through the first round of weapon-making. When that comes, he'll be a laughing stock, and you'll be ridiculed too..."

"It's okay!"

Emperor Lie Yu's lips curved slightly, with a hint of satire.

"At a preacher conference, he wouldn't even have the chance to go on stage to make weapons."

"Ah? Why so?"

"He's a fool signing up for two groups, right?"

Emperor Lie Yu slowly looked outside and said, "The first round of the Chaos group competition will take place before the weapon-making group."

"What do you mean..."

The trusted advisor quickly digested.

"He will die in the first round of the Chaos group competition."

"I see, dying in the Chaos group was fully expected, no one could say anything."

"No wonder you confidently promoted his extraordinary abilities in weapons manufacturing, because it will never be revealed."

"Excellent, absolutely brilliant!"

In the next few days, talk of Caoying could be heard throughout Linming's battle zone.

People liked to talk about this little elf who had recently gambled with and defeated Master Qi Wei.

They wholeheartedly believed Emperor Lie Yu's words.

Since he was a genius in the manufacture of weapons that were rare once in ten billion years, he would likely shine at the conference of preachers.

As time went on, ahead of the first round of the preacher conference, many people slowly realized a problem.

"The first round of the Chaos group competition is about to begin!"

"Can this little elf survive until the day of the gun-making group competition?"

"He's not going to die before his time, is he?"

On this day, all the battle groups listed in the Linming battle zone once again gathered.

The groups, Chaos, Demon King, Demon Emperor, Golden Demon Clan, and Immortal Profound group, all had their altars rise up once again.

Players from each group ascended to their respective altars.

The first round of this competition was like an audition, and the demon cultivators from each battle zone would be moved to different arenas to fight.

In terms of the number of participants, the Demon Emperor Group had the most participants, with over forty thousand people.

The Gold Demon Clan had over ten thousand participants.

The Immortal Profound group had three thousand participants, while the Demon King group had slightly more than two hundred.

Finally, the most anticipated group, the Chaos Group, had slightly more than five hundred participants.

"The end of the chapter."

And among these more than 500 people, there were only three quasi-emperors.

The remaining around 500 people were profound immortals who joined this group spontaneously at the last opportunity.

Now, many of them were sorry, but it was too late.

So, they could only glance at the weakest person in this group - Caiying.

If not for this heavenly fairy's "provocation" on that day, how could they have ended up on this pirate ship?

Feeling the sight of so many people, the soul of the little pigeon felt somewhat burdened.

"Why do they all see me like that?"

He had always suspected that his identity as a spirit from the monster realm had already been revealed. It seemed, wherever he went, he would be the center of attention.

And the way these people looked at him, it was always very excited.

The city brother in the random scabbard said, "Because you are beautiful, so everyone will be glancing at you again."

"Hehe, no, I would feel ashamed if the demon lord said that."

That innocent little pigeon spirit really believed him.

The city brother smiled and said, "It's okay, you can be proud!"

The three quasi-emperors above the altar looked at this group of profound immortals and heavenly elves and frowned, feeling uneasy.

"What'sthis? A lot of people are looking for death?"

"Bagaimana berani orang-orang sampah ini berdiri di sini? Itu sandiwara, menyedihkan!"

At the altar of the chaos group in the past, there were at most three to five people, who represented the highest level of combat power and received the respect of the masses.

But now, out of nowhere, there were hundreds of trash people standing around him, and they felt their existence was polluted.

Seeing the reproach of the top experts, those profound immortals trembled in fear.

We don't dare to stand here either, but if we don't, we can't stay here after registering!

Of course, the city brothers would not let the three quasi-emperors off the hook.

He started by quietly pushing Caiying again.

"In front of the top three in your group, don't you want to greet him in a friendly manner? That's basic manners!"

"Ah? What if they ignore me?" He's afraid of being embarrassed.

The city siblings quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, they will definitely respond enthusiastically."

So the little pigeon spirit approached the three quasi-emperors in front of everyone and smiled sweetly.

"Hello, three useless and pathetic old men!"

When this remark came out, almost everyone on the altar was turned to stone.

The profound immortals around him were frightened to death.

Oh my goodness, you are amazing! If we know that you dare to insult even a quasi-emperor, why did we quarrel and quarrel before?

The three quasi-emperors fell silent.

Was it the little heavenly elf who insulted them?

Did he insult them?

Although his tone was very friendly, and he was smiling on his face...

"This confusion!"

"Searching for death!"

After realizing what was happening, the three of them released their quasi-emperor pressure at the same time.

The profound immortals around him immediately fell in fear.

The only one standing was Caiying.

There is no other way. He was protected by the immortal souls of the city brothers, so he did not feel any pressure.

"What are they doing?"

"Why did they suddenly kneel to these three people?"

At this moment, Lieyu, the quasi-emperor, also ran over there.

(Late this chapter)