One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

Chapter 52 The Champion's Outburst

On the high platform.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei looked at his grand-disciple, rubbed his temples helplessly, and let out a long sigh.

"What a tragedy..."

"I originally thought that I would let him win a few games fair and square, and even if I used some tricks at the end, it would be acceptable."

"How are you now...?"

Zhang Zhiwei turned his head and glanced at Zhang Taichu, who was sitting next to him with his legs crossed, eating sunflower seeds:

"Junior brother, your move has put this child in a very difficult position."

"This championship was won illegitimately and without justification. From now on, he'll probably be criticized and have his back broken in the industry."

"Pooh."

Zhang Taichu spat out the sunflower seed shells in his mouth, looking completely unconvinced.

"Stab in the back?"

"As long as you have thick skin, your backbone is made of iron."

Zhang Taichu pointed to Zhang Chulan below, a hint of admiration appearing in his eyes:

"Look at that kid."

"He remained unfazed and even seemed to enjoy the attention he received from thousands of people who were spewing spittle at him."

"That mental fortitude, that thick skin."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Zhang Taichu stroked his chin and gave it a very high evaluation:

"I already have about 30% of my former style."

"He has the makings of someone who will achieve great things."

Zhang Zhiwei's lips twitched. Was this a compliment?

Is this an insult?

Just then.

Zhang Taichu picked up the microphone again.

"Alright, stop staring at each other like that."

"Now that the champion has been decided, let's proceed with the formalities."

Zhang Taichu's lazy voice echoed throughout the venue:

"That guy, Zhang Chulan."

"Would you like to come up and say a few words?"

"After all, he's the champion, so let him give an acceptance speech."

Zhang Chulan, sitting in the audience, was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

He took the microphone from the referee next to him and cleared his throat.

"Ahem!"

"Um... hello everyone."

Zhang Chulan put on his usual fawning smile and waved to the surrounding stands.

"Sh-!!!"

He was met with a chorus of boos from the entire audience.

The sound was so loud it almost blew the roof off the training ground.

Zhang Chulan, however, was completely unaffected and instead smiled even more brightly.

"I know everyone is very dissatisfied with me."

"They think I, Zhang Chulan, won the championship by luck, by cheating, or even by being shameless."

Zhang Chulan, holding the microphone, took two steps in the center of the arena, then suddenly stopped, abruptly raised his head, and shouted loudly towards the stands:

"That's right!"

"You're both right!"

"I relied on luck! I relied on shady dealings! I'm shameless!"

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

No one expected that this guy would actually admit it?

This is totally unpredictable!

Zhang Chulan grinned, revealing two rows of bright white teeth. His smile had an irresistible, punchable quality that made you want to rush up and kick him.

"But……"

"So what?"

"A win is a win."

Are you angry?

"Anyway, I won, I'm the champion, and you guys aren't."

"Want this championship? Fine, then you guys should find a powerful advisor and a senior master!"

"No, right?"

"If you don't have it, just keep it to yourself!"

Whoosh—!

The audience, who had already been intimidated, were once again blown away by these extremely shameless remarks.

"I can't take it anymore! I'm going down there and kill him!"

"Don't stop me! Even if the Old Master kills me today, I'll still kill this shameless bastard!"

"This is infuriating!"

On the high platform.

Zhang Taichu slapped his thigh with delight as he listened to Zhang Chulan's shouts below.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Good! Well said!"

"This kid is just my type!"

"If you don't have it, just keep it to yourself! That sounds so damn satisfying!"

Laughing, Zhang Taichu stood up.

He stretched and glanced at the Ten Elders sitting at the lower end of the table, their faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Now that you've finished giving your remarks..."

"Then it's time to present the awards."

Zhang Taichu stroked his chin, his gaze shifting back and forth between Wang Ai and Lü Ci.

"At such an important moment, it would seem a bit petty for only our own people from Longhushan to present the awards."

"We need to find a highly respected and influential guest to present this award, so that our Luotian Grand Ceremony will appear to be of proper importance."

As Zhang Taichu spoke, a playful smile curved his lips.

"Little Wang."

"Stop hiding, it's you."

Wang Ai's body stiffened abruptly. She raised her head and pointed to her nose with an incredulous expression.

"I?"

"Yes, it's you."

Zhang Taichu nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

"Look at you, you look so prosperous, you're definitely a blessed person."

"Go and present the award to the champion, and share in the joy."

"And Xiao Lü too."

Zhang Taichu twirled his finger and pointed to Lü Ci beside him:

"Don't just sit around doing nothing."

"Going together as a couple makes it seem more formal."

"Go ahead, don't keep the child waiting."

Wang Ai and Lü Ci's faces instantly darkened.

Should we send them to present the award to Zhang Chulan?

For Zhang Huaiyi's grandson?

To that remnant they desperately want to get rid of?

This is worse than killing them!

Seeing that the two did not move, Zhang Taichu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile in his voice vanished instantly.

"What's wrong, you two?"

"Are you disrespecting Zhang Taichu?"

"I still feel..."

"The steps on Longhu Mountain are too high; you two may have mobility issues and won't be able to get down."

"Would you like me to go to the trouble of loosening your bones myself and then escorting you down?"

talking.

Zhang Taichu tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the armchair.

Click!

The sturdy solid wood handrail instantly turned into dust and scattered in the wind.

Threat.

A naked threat.

"hehe……"

Wang Ai looked at the drifting wood dust and forced out a dry laugh that was more like a cry than a grimace.

"Master Zhang is joking..."

"It is an honor for us to present the award to the champion."

After saying those words, Wang Ai felt like her teeth were about to be crushed.

He took a deep breath and stood up shakily.

"Old Lu, let's go."

Lu Ci's face was gloomy, his one eye fixed on Zhang Taichu. In the end, he snorted coldly, got up and followed.

In the center of the field.

Zhang Chulan felt incredibly pleased as he watched the two old men with dark faces walk towards him.

It's even more refreshing than drinking ice-cold Sprite on a sweltering summer day.

"Oh dear! You two seniors!"

Zhang Chulan immediately put on a flattered expression and ran to greet him.

"No, no, no!"

"How could we possibly trouble you two elders?"

"You flatter me! You really flatter me!"

He might say it's too much trouble, but he stands taller than anyone else.

He even leaned his face closer; his slutty manner was utterly repulsive.

Looking at the magnified face in front of him, Wang Ai resisted the urge to swing his cane at it.

He turned around and picked up the gold seal that represented the champion from the tray next to him.

The golden seal creaked as he squeezed it in his hand.

"Zhang Chulan..."

Wang Ai gritted her teeth and placed the gold seal in Zhang Chulan's hand.

Congratulations!

"Truly... heroes emerge from among the young."

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Wang!"

Zhang Chulan grabbed Wang Ai's hand and shook it forcefully:

"It's all thanks to you!"

"If it weren't for your care and support these past few days, I wouldn't have been able to improve so quickly!"

"Why are your hands shaking so badly? Is it a flare-up of Parkinson's? I'll recommend a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to you later."

Wang Ai was so angry that she was trembling all over and abruptly pulled her hand back.

"Need not!"

"Old Lu, it's your turn."

With a stern face, Lü Ci picked up the championship certificate and threw it directly into Zhang Chulan's arms.

"Take it."

Just then.

Zhang Taichu, who was on the platform, spoke again.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"Why are you all acting like you're at a funeral when you're giving out awards?"

"Xiao Wang, Xiao Lü."

"Smile."

"This is a joyous occasion, we should be smiling!"

Helpless, Wang Ai and Lü Ci stood there, their lips twitching stiffly, revealing a smile more terrifying than a vengeful ghost.

The awards ceremony has ended.

Wang Ai and Lü Ci avoided the plague as if they didn't want to stay a second longer, and turned to leave.

"Alright."

Zhang Taichu put away his phone, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

He stood up and patted his Taoist robe.

"The excitement is over."

"Let those who should leave go."

Zhang Taichu waved his hand.

"Besides the Ten Elders, there's also that kid named Feng Xingtong."

"Everyone else, get out of here."

"Clear the training ground."

"Anyone not involved, if you do not come down the mountain within ten minutes..."

"Then let it stay on the mountain forever as fertilizer."

These words immediately dampened the spirits of the audience who had been eager to linger and watch the spectacle.

Although he was cursing under his breath, his feet didn't slow down at all.

joke.

The golden light that sealed the mountain and the overwhelming aura that followed proved that this Taoist priest was not joking.

Nobody wants to actually become a tree on Longhu Mountain.

Less than ten minutes.

The once bustling training ground was now deserted.

All that remained was the rustling of the wind through the leaves.

Wang Ai and Lü Ci had just reached the edge of the stands when they heard these words and stopped in their tracks.

"Zhang Taichu, what do you mean by this?"

Wang Ai turned around, her brows furrowed.

"Now that the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is over, what's the point of keeping us here?"

"We don't have time to play house with you here."

Zhang Zhiwei also stood up at this moment.

He straightened his golden robe, his expression becoming unusually solemn.

"My dear friends, please be patient."

Zhang Zhiwei's voice was deep and powerful:

"I have kept you all here because there is a very important matter concerning the inheritance of my Celestial Master's Mansion, and I need you all to be my witnesses."

talking.

He looked at Zhang Chulan, who was standing in the center of the field.

"Zhang Chulan".

"Follow me to the main hall."

"Next..."

"It is a transmission of ordination."

Upon hearing the words "transmission".

Wang Ai and Lü Ci's pupils suddenly contracted.

They exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with a mixture of greed and apprehension.

Celestial Master's Ordination.

That thing that, according to legend, holds the ultimate secret of the Jia Shen Rebellion.

That thing that countless extraordinary people flock to, yet cannot obtain.