AGM 135 – Emperor Amethyst Constellation
Qin Wentian approached the platform, inclining his head and gazing at Qiu Mo in the spectator’s stand. A hint of sarcasm could be seen on his face.
When he arrived, he’d coincidentally heard Yu Xuan’s words. Although he wasn’t acquainted with Yu Xuan, he wouldn’t have specially felt goodwill because of the words she’d said. However, Qiu Mo’s reply made him extremely dissatisfied.
Yu Xuan said that he’d stepped onto the 6th level of the Astral River Hall. Regardless of whether or not this was true or false, didn’t this matter have nothing to do with Qiu Mo? What right did Qiu Mo have to berate others? Not only that, but Qiu Mo’s rebuttal was extremely strong, obviously showing that he had a bone to pick with Qin Wentian.
Upon noticing Qin Wentian, Qiu Mo frowned, and coldly continued, “Don’t tell me you’ve really stepped onto the 6th level? Even if you had, I’m still your senior. You’d better show some respect when talking to me.”
“Respect is earned, not given. Look at the way you treat your junior sister. Are you even worthy of other’s respect?” Qin Wentian countered.
“Hehe, you’re only in the top nine, why are you acting like you’ve already obtained the championship? How disgraceful.” Qiu Mo shot back, his words filled with intense sarcasm, causing the spectators to display weird expressions on their faces. Weren’t both of them students of the Emperor Star Academy? Why were they so against each other?
Qin Wentian shifted his gaze away, and didn’t bother to continue looking at Qiu Mo. He jumped into the air, and stepped onto the platform.
Despite Qin Wentian’s disregard of Qiu Mo, Fan Le felt extremely dissatisfied. He shouted from below the platform, “In the Jun Lin banquet last year, someone at the peak of Arterial Circulation only managed to obtain the 5th position. I wonder which corner he was hiding in to only have a cultivation base at the 7th level of Arterial Circulation. To think that he had the face to be so sarcastic with others, if people didn’t know, they’d have thought that he was the champion of the Jun Lin banquet last year.”
Fan Le’s words caused Qiu Mo’s countenance to freeze, and for his gaze towards Fan Le to be filled with a glint of cold light.
“With so many elders of the Emperor Star Academy gathered here, someone actually still dares to spout so much arrogant claptrap. For those who don’t know the situation, they might’ve thought that this person holds an extremely high position to the elders of the academy.” Fan Le continued, causing the expression on Qiu Mo’s face to turn exceedingly ugly to behold. Sensing the multitude of gazes on him, Qiu Mo sat down, trembling in anger. He wanted nothing more than to split Fan Le apart with his palms at this very moment.
Qin Wentian stood atop the platform, countless gazes riveted on his body. As for the Yu Xuan’s words earlier, the spectators had already shoved them to the back of their mind. After all, they didn’t really believe Yu Xuan’s words, they’d prefer to watch the fascinating final battle of the Jun Lin Banquet.
“I, shouldn’t be considered too late, right?” Qin Wentian smiled, inclining his head, as rays of sunshine shone upon his face. He was late because of a nightmare he’d had last night: he dreamt that he’d almost been devoured by his own bloodline limit, but luckily, he’d persevered, and after waking up, he spent a period of time recovering, before directly rushing here.
How could he not be present, and miss the final round of the Jun Lin Banquet?
“Uncle Black, I know you’ll pay attention to the Jun Lin banquet today, and observe me.” Qin Wentian gazed at the sky as he murmured in his heart. That damn old fogey should also be observing him too, he guessed.
Not only that, but there were still the expectations of the teachers of the Emperor Star Academy. Mo Qingcheng, Mu Rou, Luo Huan, Fatty, and those at the Divine Weapon Pavilion. How could he let them down?
“Senior, I apologise. But luckily, I arrived here in the nick of time, and hope Senior will pardon me for my lateness.” Qin Wentian spoke to the aged figure standing beside the Azure Dragon Jadeite Seat.
“You’ve already missed the group battle, not only that, but the rankings are already out. Tell me, what do you think I should do?” The aged figure gazed at Qin Wentian, seeming filled with unhappiness. After all, Qin Wentian had came late despite his efforts earlier, when he’d intentionally stalled the battle, and allowed the others to proceed first.
“But the final ranking shouldn’t have started right?” Qin Wentian stared at the three towering platforms, and saw Luo Huan and Gu Xing standing alone on the 3rd platform.
“The rankings of each group have already been determined. Next is the contest for the overall ranking.” The aged figure spoke.
“Since that’s the case, could Senior treat me as conceding for two of the earlier rounds at the group battles?” Qin Wentian inquired. Since he was late, this was an appropriate punishment.
The aged figure contemplated, and nodded his head. “Since you missed two battles at the group stage, it’s only natural to be considered your loss. Since that’s the case, I shall announce that you will join those at the 3rd towering platform, and compete for the 7th to 9th ranking.”
“Thank you Senior.” Qin Wentian bowed, and his body flickered, appearing atop the 3rd platform.
There were already two silhouettes there. They were none other than Luo Huan and Gu Xing.
“Brat, you actually dared to be late for such an important event.” Luo Huan glared at Qin Wentian.
“Well, I made it in time, eventually.” Qin Wentian laughed.
“Are you confident?” Luo Huan asked.
“I guess so.” Qin Wentian lightly nodded. He hadn’t slept well last night, and time was too tight. What a pity that the Jun Lin banquet couldn’t be pushed back slightly later.
“Okay. The first battle, Luo Huan versus Qin Wentian.” The aged figure remarked. Luo Huan smiled as she glanced at Qin Wentian, before speaking to the aged figure. “Senior, I concede this battle.”
Luo Huan conceded, helping Qin Wentian accomplish his aim, and allowing him to pursue the rank that belonged to him.
As long as Qin Wentian was able to obtain the 7th rank, he’d gain a chance to contend for an even high position.
“Noted. The second battle, Gu Xing versus Qin Wentian.” The aged figure continued.
“I give up.” Gu Xing spoke, causing the spectators to be dumbfounded.
There was no need to be so dramatic, was there?
Two of them actually gave up directly, just for the sake of Qin Wentian?
“How about the both of you? Do you two want to battle?” The aged figure gazed at Luo Huan and Gu Xing.
“There’s no need for that. I give up as well.” Gu Xing calmly replied, after which, he closed his eyes and sat down on the ground, ignoring all other events that transpired.
Hou Tie hadn’t finished his attacks. He jumped up into the sky, and as he caught up to 2nd Sword, he punched 2nd Sword twice, smashing 2nd Sword into the ground.
Hou Tie won against 2nd Sword, causing many people to exclaim in wonder.
Too terrifying. It seemed like the power level of each individual was directly related to the payout rates computed by Heaven’s Wonder. However, it was also not completely accurate.
Hou Tie’s rating, by Heaven’s Wonder, was slightly lower when compared to 2nd Sword. But yet, he was the victor.
“Take a break for now. For the battle on the first platform, Orchon will verse Sikong Mingyue,” The aged figure calmly spoke. The sequence of the battles had actually been jumbled up. This way, the contestant who’d just fought could rest, and the proceedings of Jun Lin banquet wouldn’t be delayed.
There was no suspense in the battle of Orchon fighting against Sikong Mingyue. Although Orchon was powerful, Sikong Mingyue after all, was still Sikong Mingyue. And just as the payout rates indicated, he easily secured one of the top two positions of the Jun Lin banquet. Although, based on logic and the rules of the Banquet alone, there might still be a chance for him to fall from the top two rankings. However, this probability was close to nil—so low that no one even bothered to think about it.
And as for Qin Wentian, he was sitting down cross-leggedly at this moment, and was quietly practicing his cultivation. It was as though everything happening in the external world had no connection to him.
He hadn’t completely mastered the 2nd Stance of the Great Dream Halberd Art – Falling Star. How could he afford to waste time?
After this, he’d face the most intense battles he’d ever faced in his life, and thus, had to condition his state to the peak.
“2nd Sword versus Chu Chen.” The aged figure’s voice drifted over again, and the gaze of the crowd became fixated on the 2nd towering platform.
2nd Sword had already lost a match. This time around, no matter what, he wouldn’t allow himself to be defeated. If not, Snowcloud’s face would really be reduced to almost nothing.
Chu Chen had directly conceded earlier, when faced Sikong Mingyue, saving up his strength. Nobody knew how strong he was exactly.
However now, the instant that he clashed with 2nd Sword, Chu Chen released his Astral Souls for the first time ever in the competition.
“His Astral Soul, what exactly is that? It’s unexpectedly in the shape of a scepter?” Someone in the crowd exclaimed in amazement as he stared at one of the Astral Souls of Chu Chen.
“Amethyst Astral Soul. This is actually an Astral Soul condensed from the Emperor Amethyst Constellation, that symbolises the will of Emperors. To think that Chu Chen actually had the ability to form an innate link with that constellation. Isn’t this the same Astral Soul as Chu Tianjiao’s first Astral Soul?” Someone remarked from within the spectators.
In the nine Astral Rivers above the Heavens, there were many fascinating and mysterious constellations. The Emperor Amethyst Constellation was exactly one of those.