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Chapter 1101

Ultimate Immortal Gems

By the time Mu Yu arrived, the beast standing at a hundred metres tall had already ripped the Spirit Severing Realm male cultivator in half with its six claws. Mu Yu shifted his gaze from the slithering blood up to the skeleton beast that was comparable to Ascension Realm cultivators. He kept watching on as the skeleton beast caught the ultimate immortal gem that floated out of the cultivator’s shirt and planted it into its forehead.

As the beast began its charge, Mu Yu swiftly severed its six claws in half with a whip of spiritual energy and then grabbed its head to fetch the gem, resulting in the skeleton falling apart.

“That’s four gems. This might be easier than I thought.” Mu Yu looked down at the dead cultivator. “Don’t recognise him. Let’s keep going.”

Mu Yu jumped onto a mountain, then continued forward for another hour. “A Body Severing Realm titanic snake with a gem in its horn, huh? I guess there are weaker monsters in here. That’d explain why weaker cultivators also have a chance at passing this. Anybody should be able to collect nine gems as long as they don’t overreach and avoid challenging beasts beyond them. What happens after entering the ancient battlefield, though?”

“Just roll with the punches,” Xiaoshuai opined.

The next four hours were unproductive. Luckily, he picked up sounds of a death match taking place between two Body Synthesis Realm cultivators after crossing a valley.

“Ma Yangcheng, you’re no match for me. Hand over your gems, and I shall spare you,” demanded Yi Le, ran twenty-nine.

“Take a hike, loser. If you want them, then come get them.” Ma Yangcheng charged at Yi Le again, big broadsword at the ready.

“Stop, stop, conflict isn’t conducive to business.” Xiaoshuai sauntered over to the battlefield in his human form, hands behind his back and head shaking as if he was a safe.

Ma Yangcheng and Yi Le both broke up, with the former scoffing, “Kid, you know where you are? I’ll spank you.”

It really begged the question if Ma Yangcheng was plain stupid or forgetful because only certain people were allowed into the monument.

Mu Yu announced his arrival from above with his qi, painting their faces with aghast. “He’s right. Hand over your gems.”

“Y-you ar-”

“I don’t want to kill if I don’t have to.”

Ma Yangcheng and Yi Le handed over their gems for they recognised Mu Yu, consequently knowing what the outcome of them challenging him would be.

“That’s eight. Just one to go,” Mu Yu uttered, not feeling any guilt due to the nature of the game.

Xiaoshuai strutted over to Ma Yangcheng and push kicked him over. “You were going to spank me, were you?”

“I-I apologise for not knowing better, Sir. Please spare me.”

“My name isn’t ‘sir’. Hand over your food!”

“H-huh?”

Xiaoshuai kicked Ma Chengyang from his knees to his back and then proceeded to stomp on the latter multiple times before helping himself to Ma Chengyang’s cosmic sleeve. “Only one fiend spirit? Not even one piece of roast goose? How painfully poor can you be?”

Xiaoshuai threw away the valuable manuals, swords and whatnot until he spotted a level seven fiend beast’s fiend spirit that he didn’t hesitate to eat in front of Ma Chengyang.

I went through hell and back to hunt that fiend beast! Ma Chengyang cried in his mind.

“Let’s get moving. We have to collect another gem.”

***

“Third Heaven Palace want to kill us?”

“I kept telling you Five Mountains Alliance and them are crooks.”

“Sh, quiet, man.”

“Stop being a wuss. Third Heaven Palace can’t kill us.”

“Five Mountains Alliance can!”

Those outside were reluctant to move from their spots as the forty Ascension Realm cultivators were still on standby.

“Hey, another ultimate immortal just died. That’s the third name to be erased from the monument now.”

“Thirteen people have nine notches now.”

“Since the most they can get seems to be nine notches. Does it mean they need nine notches to enter the final round?”

“Gu Yitian has nine now.”

“Mu Yu is the only one among Sword Shadow Dust Gale’s disciples to not have nine.”

“Place down your bets! Place your bets on who you think the nine mystic immortals will be. Come on over!” yelled Daoist Chu Buqu and Chu Xiaoqing, calling out to everyone on the mountain peak.

On the flag Daoist Chu Buqu waved around, it read, “Gamble your reputation. Gamble it all. Take the first step to the apex, and win it all. The world is in your hands. Bravely choose your victor. Win and you will multiply your capital. Start your own school. Becoming an elder, patriarch or having all the beauties in all of the land is no longer just a dream.”

At the bottom, Daoist Chu Buqu added, “Dreams are necessary, though. What if you realise it?”

The table’s setup was stolen from Du Biying’s gambling den, and the betting method was practically a rip off. Thanks to Daoist Chu Buqu, nevertheless, the atmosphere relaxed dramatically. It was a smart move from him as people were bored out of their skin just waiting around, so why not keep themselves entertained with something?

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