Too many people are dying in this chaotic world? Then I'll activate the control panel!

"Ahem!"

Cui Sheng almost laughed. His gaze swept over the distraught Wei Lingqin and landed on Wang Sheng. He said, "In that case, Wang Sheng, come in with me."

"Yes! Junior brother will certainly do his best and live up to Master's expectations!"

Wang Sheng stepped out of the crowd, calmly clasped his hands in greeting.

His method of showcasing his strength and talent worked, successfully attracting Zhao Jie's attention.

Although Wang Sheng's physical constitution is still flawed, he doesn't want Zhao Jie to help him reach the Transformation Realm. He just wants to see the Transformation Realm method once. This request is not unreasonable, is it?

quickly,

Thirty-six disciples selected from the six factions entered the government office one after another.

Inside the yamen (government office).

White walls and black tiles.

It was very ordinary, even somewhat dilapidated, with grass growing on some of the training grounds.

Beyond the training ground lies the bright and spacious courtroom, the place where court hearings and trials are usually held.

At this moment, inside the yamen courtroom,

He Xiangjun, the highest-ranking official in Ershui City, which spans hundreds of miles, sat in the main seat, chatting with a Grand Martial Master with a smile on his face.

Six Grandmasters of the Transformation Realm from the six factions stood on either side, each with a calm expression, occasionally exchanging a few words with a hint of sarcasm.

Many constables and yamen runners were scattered around the courtroom, all looking tense and nervous.

"I recently gained a new disciple. His natural talent is average, but his comprehension is exceptionally high. Anyone with difficult-to-understand techniques or secret arts can entrust them to this disciple for study. What he gains will be shared!"

Zhao Jie knew that many disciples had witnessed what happened this morning, and that the news of Wang Sheng's high comprehension could not be hidden, so he spoke of it openly.

He wasn't afraid that someone would assassinate Wang Sheng because of this; as long as he went back and investigated, he could find out that Wang Sheng had inferior physical constitution.

Of course, the key point is that Zhao Jie didn't care about Wang Sheng's life or death.

Comprehension is too elusive; even the best talent is limited by innate talent, offering little help to a great martial arts master like Zhao Jie. Furthermore, he couldn't possibly pass on his techniques to Wang Sheng.

"Heh, high comprehension?"

"It is indeed quite a coincidence. I recently took on a new disciple, who is also very talented and has mastered a cultivation method without a teacher. If I hadn't discovered this in time and stopped him from practicing two methods simultaneously, his time and potential would have been wasted!"

Cheng Yuan, the head of the Cangshan Martial Academy, had white hair and beard and an old face, but his eyes were sharp, his voice was like a bell, and his muscles were bulging. He was the tallest person present, and his aura was so strong that he did not show any signs of decline.

At this moment, Cheng Yuan looked at Zhao Jie and spoke slowly with a smile, seemingly very satisfied with his disciple.

"Hmph, old man Cheng. Are you trying to say that your disciple is superior to my disciple in terms of potential?"

"As expected of you, so petty! You lost to me once in a move, and now you want to make up for it with your disciple!"

Zhao Jie sneered.

"Losing to you? That was years ago. Now, with my body fully refined, the outcome is still uncertain!"

Cheng Yuan's white eyebrows furrowed, his expression turning unfriendly.

He continued,

"My disciple possesses exceptional comprehension and innate talent, surpassing your disciple. What's there to make up for?"

"Am I as shameless as you, pretending to be a disciple with high comprehension when you clearly want to learn about different schools of thought? Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed?"

Peng!

Zhao Jie immediately flew into a rage, slamming his fist on the table and shouting, "Old man, I'll tear your bones apart today! Let's see if you still dare to talk back!"

Cheng Yuan chuckled and stood up. "You think I'm afraid of you? My disciples are all quite talented. I have three disciples who have reached the late stage of Dark Force, and you only have Cui Sheng."

"Alright, alright, the younger generation is watching."

"Go fight somewhere else. If you don't want to divide those things up, then go fight."

The other martial arts masters who had reached the Transformation Realm couldn't help but speak up to offer their advice.

Finally, after being persuaded by City Guardian He Xiangjun, Zhao Jie and Cheng Yuan sat down temporarily, but both of them looked angry.

"Come on, Wang Sheng, you have a match with this old guy's disciple."

Zhao Jie was furious at Cheng Yuan's last statement that only Cui Sheng was at the late stage of Dark Force, which implied that he was incapable of teaching disciples. So he immediately called out Wang Sheng, who was standing in the training ground outside.

The disciples from each family stood on the training ground, awaiting the instructions of their masters.

"You think I'm afraid of you!"

Cheng Yuan also called out his disciple, Xu Zhuo.

but,

When Wang Sheng and Xu Zhuo stepped forward, bowed to the group of grand martial arts masters, and announced their names and cultivation levels, a mistake occurred.

Wang Sheng was in the middle stage of Ming Jin (明劲).

Xu Zhuo was at the peak of the early stage of Ming Jin.

There's a difference of about one-third of the effort involved.

"Old Cheng, my disciple's cultivation is stronger than yours; it seems there's no way we can compete!"

Zhao Jie laughed, deliberately provoking Cheng Yuan.

"This disciple is willing to fight Senior Brother Wang Sheng!"

Xu Zhuo did indeed look young, perhaps even a little younger than Wang Sheng. Hearing Zhao Jie's words, and having already sensed his master's expectations, he immediately requested to fight, his face cold, ready to defy Wang Sheng and defeat him despite being of a higher level.

"No!"

Cheng Yuan's expression was grim, but he directly rejected the idea.

He believed that his disciple was definitely stronger than Wang Sheng at the same cultivation level, but he would not underestimate Wang Sheng and let his disciple risk challenging someone of a higher level.

Zhao Jie chuckled but didn't say anything more.

Even he wouldn't allow his disciple to risk a rebellion.

"Let's begin!"

He Xiangjun said.

The six grandmasters nodded in agreement.

then,

The first match is between Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy and Cangshan Martial Arts Academy.

The battle between disciples of equal cultivation level begins.

In the early stages of the Ming Jin realm, Xu Zhuo faced off against Wu An. Wu An was decisively defeated in three moves.

Cheng Yuan, the head of the Cangshan Academy, smiled.

Zhao Jie's expression turned cold; the defeat had been too swift.

In the mid-stage of the Ming Jin realm, Wang Sheng faced off against Zhou Mo, a disciple of Cangshan Mountain.

The weekend was for body cultivators, and Wang Sheng deliberately only used the Great Slamming Hand technique. Therefore, although Wang Sheng won in the end, it was a narrow victory.

This time, Zhao Jie's expression changed slightly, but he remained calm and composed.

Cheng Yuan didn't say anything; the outcome of this battle was within his expectations. It's just that this Wang Sheng didn't seem that strong.

After watching Wang Sheng and Zhou Mo's battle, Xu Zhuo's eyes lit up and his fists clenched, as if he was anticipating something.

Next, in the third battle, Li Hu of Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy lost. The salt shop was then taken over by Cangshan Martial Arts Academy.

In the fourth battle, Tian Muzhen of the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy lost. A pawnshop went bankrupt from the loss.

In the fifth match, Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy's Yu Cheng and his opponent drew.

In the sixth battle, Cui Sheng of the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy fought desperately and narrowly won, taking back two large mansions.

Although they won the sixth game.

But Zhao Jie's expression was already ashen and blank; the teacup in his hand had somehow shattered.

The atmosphere around Zhao Jie became extremely oppressive and heavy, making the surrounding constables feel breathless and quietly take a few steps back.

Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy: Three losses, two wins, and one draw in six matches.

To be honest, this result isn't a terrible defeat.

However, Cheng Yuan's disciples clearly had the advantage and were stronger than Zhao Jie's disciples, and Cheng Yuan would occasionally make sarcastic remarks.

Moreover, in the final battle, Cheng Yuan cherished his disciple and did not want him to fight to the death before admitting defeat; otherwise, the outcome would have been uncertain.

To lose to our old rival, Cangshan Martial Academy, in front of so many experts and juniors.

The key issue is that Cheng Yuan was never as good as him; it was Zhao Jie's disciples who were disappointing.

This made Zhao Jie, who was already very proud, so angry that he felt like a teacup about to explode.

Zhao Jie cursed inwardly, wishing he could flip the table and start a war with Cangshan Martial Academy to crush Cheng Yuan.

But his rationality reminded him that flipping the table would only result in him being beaten up by the others.

City Guardian He Xiangjun shook his head slightly. The other Grand Martial Masters could see that Zhao Jie was indeed bad at teaching disciples. His disciples' skills were quite ordinary, which explained why only Cui Sheng had advanced to the late stage of Dark Force.

Other factions all have at least two disciples at the late stage of Dark Force.

It was also when he could no longer stay in Zhao Realm and wanted to leave with his disciples that...

Xu Zhuo suddenly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and solemnly said, "Disciple Xu Zhuo requests a duel with Senior Brother Wang Sheng. I humbly beg Master's permission!"

Cheng Yuan shook his head, about to tell Xu Zhuo to step down.

But to everyone's surprise, Xu Zhuo knelt down, kowtowed, and begged Cheng Yuan to agree.

"Never mind, Xu Zhuo is still young and arrogant. It's good if he wins, but losing will also dampen his spirits."

Cheng Yuan glanced at Wang Sheng, who was frowning, and thought to himself.

"Zhao Jie, does your disciple Wang Sheng still dare to accept the challenge?"

Cheng Yuan smiled and looked at Zhao Jie, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance, and said.