They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 329 Victory

The wind stopped, and the clouds dispersed.

The thick, dark cloud that had gathered with unnatural force dissipated at an equally illogical speed, as everyone watched in astonishment.

Silence followed.

deathly silence
The venue, packed with thousands of people, was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were still fixed on the young man in the center of the arena, still dressed in his blue robe, with a calm expression, and the towering, majestic figure behind him, adorned with a feather fan and a turban.

What happened?
Inside the arena, "Deng Youfu," or rather, Liu Xian, who was possessed by him and shrouded in the Qimen formation, still had a look of horror on her half-human, half-snake face.

It could sense that the immense will that had forcibly taken over the primordial energy of this world had not dissipated.

The four rotating discs beneath Zhuge Qing's feet were still calculating at a high speed in a way that was beyond its comprehension.

Keep fighting?
Liu Xian glanced at the body beneath her, which was beginning to tremble slightly, with blood seeping from under its skin.

Deng Youfu's cultivation level is limited, and he has already reached the limit of what he can bear.

If the demonic power is forcibly activated again, this junior named Deng Youfu will probably explode and die before the battle is decided.

And that young man from the Zhuge family on the other side...

He clearly saw through this, which is why he held back and waited patiently.

"That's all..."

An old and hoarse voice came from Deng Youfu's mouth, with a hint of helpless sigh.

After all, it's just a ring match, nothing important...

"Kid, go and admit defeat yourself."

It gave a command to the body beneath it, and then its vertical snake eyes turned to Zhuge Qing, all its domineering and ferociousness disappearing, leaving only an equal scrutiny.

"This time, it was my fault for not choosing the right venue; the fight wasn't very enjoyable."

"If you have time, come to Northeast China and visit my Liuxian Hall. I will personally entertain you."

Before he finished speaking, the enormous demonic energy that had been looming over Deng Youfu's body receded like a tide, transforming into a barely perceptible wisp of black energy that vanished into thin air in an instant.

"Accepted."

Zhuge Qing's calm expression turned into a gentle smile, and the illusory figure of the Marquis of Wu behind him slowly dissipated.

He clasped his hands in a gesture of respect to Deng Youfu, who was still standing frozen in place.

"Uh……"

Deng Youfu suddenly jolted awake, his eyes regaining their clarity.

He looked blankly at his own hands, then at Zhuge Qing, who stood opposite him with a smile.

He opened his mouth, but could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

The gap is too large; it's not a difference in techniques, but a world of difference in their own cultivation levels.

If I were stronger and could bear more of Grandpa Liu's power, perhaps... the ending would really be different.

But there's no "maybe"...

Who knew he'd be so unlucky, running into a tough opponent right from the start...

Only then did the audience in the stands seem to awaken from a long dream.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, there was an eruption of cheers and applause!

"We won! Zhuge Qing won!"

"My God! What was that just now? Was it a battle of gods?!"

"It's totally worth it! Just this one battle alone makes the ticket price worthwhile! No, it's a steal!"

Cheers, discussions, and exclamations merged into a massive wave of sound, almost lifting the summit of Longhu Mountain.

"Group C, Zhuge Qing wins!"

The referee from Longhu Mountain finally came to his senses and, with all his might, loudly announced the result of the match, his voice trembling slightly.

Zhuge Qing nodded slightly to the referee, and under the fervent gazes of the entire audience, turned and walked off the field.

In a corner of the stands, a richly dressed young man was staring intently at Zhuge Qing's departing figure with a chilling gaze.

He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning with a greedy flame.

Whether it is an evil spirit born from human obsession or a deity worshipped by countless people, they are essentially the same thing—spirit.

A special product born from the influence of thoughts on primordial Qi.

And anything that is spirit is the best nourishment for him to "capture spirits and command generals".

The quality of the "spirit" contained in that illusory image of the Marquis of Wu just now far surpassed any he had ever seen; it was simply... an unparalleled delicacy!

“Zhuge Qing…hehe, I’m going to take your ‘spirit’.”

……

The commotion of the first round of preliminary matches didn't leave much of a ripple in Zhuge Qing's mind. He went to another stand to watch his younger brother, Zhuge Bai, compete.

Because of his influence, Zhuge Bai in this life is far superior to the timid boy in the original story in both personality and methods.

Unfortunately, this kid has run into Zhang Lingyu, a disciple of the Celestial Master...

As soon as the match began, Zhuge Bai knew that he was no match for Zhang Lingyu in terms of raw strength, so he took the initiative to attack. He made hand seals with his fingertips, and several condensed spells shot towards Zhang Lingyu in a triangular shape, blocking all of his evasive routes.

However, Zhang Lingyu did not even move an inch in the face of these tricky attacks.

A layer of warm and thick golden Qi flames emerged from his body, like an inverted golden bell, firmly protecting him within.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Zhuge Bai's magic struck the Golden Light Spell, only causing a few insignificant ripples before vanishing without a trace.

"what?!"

Zhuge Bai's expression changed.

He knew that the Golden Light Mantra of the Celestial Master's Mansion had amazing defense, but he didn't expect it to be this strong!

Undeterred, he swayed and shifted his steps, using the Qian character technique to influence the light, creating several afterimages in place as he attempted to approach from the flank.

But while he was fast, Zhang Lingyu was even faster.

Just as Zhuge Bai's figure appeared to Zhang Lingyu's left, and a palm strike containing unpredictable techniques was about to strike the opponent's ribs, a hand, arriving later but arriving first, lightly pressed down on his shoulder.

The hand didn't seem to exert much force, but under the golden light, it seemed to contain the weight of a mountain, instantly freezing Zhuge Bai's entire body so that he could no longer move an inch.

Speed, strength, close combat skills... a complete and utter domination.

Even the "Yin Wu Lei," which was famous throughout the world of supernatural beings, could not be forced out. It was subdued in one move, cleanly and swiftly.

"……I lost."

Zhuge Bai slumped down, his face full of resentment.

Zhang Lingyu withdrew her hand, nodded slightly to him as if she had only done a trivial matter, and then turned and walked off the stage.

"Wow——!"

The audience erupted in cheers once again.

"That's too strong! That Zhang Lingyu is too strong!"

"One is the unpredictable and mysterious Wuhou Qimen, and the other is the upright and invincible high priest of the Celestial Master's Mansion! This year's Luotian Grand Ceremony champion will definitely be one of these two!"

Hearing the murmurs around him, Zhuge Qing shook his head, walked over to his dejected younger brother, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't even think about it. His Golden Light Spell has reached the level of being able to control Qi at will. Your magical cultivation is a whole level below his, so it's normal that you can't break through his defenses."

"Brother, I understand."

"Ah."

Zhuge Qing responded, glanced again at the bustling hall, and turned to walk out.
"I go first."

"Brother, where are you going? Aren't you going to watch the rest of the games?"

"Don't look at it."

Zhuge Qing did not stop, leaving behind only a profound statement.

"My trip to Longhu Mountain to participate in the Luotian Grand Ritual was just a side trip."

……

On the other side, the back mountain of Longhu Mountain.

In a secluded bamboo grove far from the hustle and bustle of the meeting, Wang Ye stopped.

He followed the talking bird, winding his way through the crowds until he arrived at this desolate place.

The strange bird landed on a blue stone not far in front of him, preened its feathers, then tilted its head and looked at him with its remarkably human-like eyes.

"Alright, Bird Bro, this place is remote enough. Just say what you need to say. If you don't, I'm going back to sleep."

Wang Ye, with his hands tucked into the sleeves of his Taoist robe, leaned against a bamboo stalk with a lazy air and spoke first.

But a sense of unease crept in, because this was far too unusual…

Upon hearing this, the strange bird actually rolled its eyes in a human-like manner.

Immediately afterward, under Wang Ye's slightly surprised gaze, the light around the strange bird's body began to subtly distort.

Its form is no longer solid, but rather like a kneaded ink painting, beginning to stretch, deform, and reconstruct.

A few breaths later, the bird on the bluestone had disappeared, replaced by an old man wearing an old Taoist robe.

The old man sat cross-legged, his eyes opening and closing as if stars were flowing within them, and a distant aura, blending seamlessly with the surrounding mountains and forests, emanated from him.

The laziness on Wang Ye's face finally faded. He stood up straight, and his eyes became more serious than ever before.

The old man looked at him, a mysterious smile appearing on his lips. He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it echoed clearly through the bamboo forest.
"Boy, do you know who I am?"

(End of this chapter)