The Grand Master Arrives

Boom!

With the fall of the final punch, Qing Wanyue could no longer hold on. Beaten unconscious, she lay quietly collapsed on the ground, resembling a corpse.

That delicate face was now a bloody, mangled mess, too gruesome to look at.

Jian Wuhen stood under the sunlight, his posture straight and tall, like a brave warrior who had just defeated an evil dragon.

He shook the blood off his fist and let out a long breath.

What an exhilarating battle.

He had almost lost.

It forced him to use his full strength.

He glanced at the shattered floor and the blood-soaked stone slabs, and his face instantly fell.

This was the very ground he had just swept this morning!

Now he had to sweep it all over again.

Jian Wuhen subconsciously reached for his broom to sweep the floor, only to find nothing behind him.

He looked up and glanced around blankly, only then realizing that his broom had long been smashed to smithereens during the fight.

Great, today's wages were probably gone.

"Is... is it over?"

Just as he was agonizing over where to get a new broom, the young geniuses in the arena finally realized that this grand battle had come to an end.

And the victor was actually a... sweeper?

Once they realized this, a tsunami of discussion erupted, far more frenzied and intense than before.

"Holy crap! I can't even, bro."

"Which hero is this?"

"I know, I know! He's a sweeping handyman of the Qingxuan Sect. When he was sweeping this morning, I even deliberately threw a pill bottle on the ground!"

"A sweeper?"

"Am I dreaming? A sweeper defeating a Soul Formation Peak Master—this is as bizarre as the existence of a true Child of Destiny. How could I have such a dream?"

"Did you guys see? He still looks disappointed. It seems he thinks the Qingluan Peak Master lacks strength. So arrogant, I love it."

"I can't take it, bros, my blood is boiling watching this! I have to go back immediately and fight it out with my dog, Da Huang!"

"I might as well have said nothing."

"Does no one think this senior brother was too heavy-handed? No matter what, she is a Peak Master, and a girl at that, so beautiful..."

"Give it a rest. The person involved hasn't even said anything, why are you so anxious?"

"She passed out, you idiot!"

"Damn, why didn't you say so earlier?"

While the crowd was buzzing with discussion, arguing endlessly over this earth-shattering battle.

Ye Shu suddenly realized something.

He abruptly looked at Chu Jinghong beside him, his expression anxious, and hurriedly asked, "Did you record record record record record it, bro?"

"Recorded it, bro, recorded it."

Chu Jinghong grinned, "I've been recording since this morning."

"????"

Ye Shu looked at him in shock.

"No, I'm talking about the Shadow Recording Stone! Not whether you recorded yourself this morning! Haji-Chu, you bastard, don't tell me about that kind of thing in broad daylight!"

"I'm talking about the Shadow Recording Stone too."

Chu Jinghong took out a Shadow Recording Stone from his robes, tilted his head, and looked at him in confusion. "It was rare for Eldest Senior Brother to let me out, so I started recording from the morning."

"Oh, so that's what you were recording, I thought..."

Ye Shu laughed awkwardly, then quickly changed the subject. "As long as you recorded it. Let me tell you, this is firsthand material. We'll copy it tens of thousands of times later and sell each copy for ten spirit stones. Won't the wealth just roll in?"

"Damn! Junior Brother Ye, you are truly a god!"

Chu Jinghong's eyes lit up, but then he said with some worry, "But Junior Brother Ye, this involves the reputation of the Qingluan Peak Master. It's highly likely to get banned."

Hearing this, Ye Shu just smiled calmly.

"You don't understand, do you?"

"The more something is banned, the more attractive it becomes. If it is widely circulated, it loses its charm. The trick is to let some people know and others not know, allowing those who know to show off in front of those who don't, being deliberately vague. Then our product will be even more popular, and we can sell it for a higher price!"

"Makes sense!"

Chu Jinghong nodded in sudden realization, then stared at Ye Shu in shock.

"Junior Brother Ye, where did you learn all this?"

"Hehe, I figured it all out myself."

Ye Shu smiled mysteriously.

Was he supposed to tell others that this was the experience he had summarized from browsing countless mysterious little websites in his past life?

"What are you two whispering about over here?"

Just then, Jian Wuhen, who had failed to find a new broom, walked over. Seeing these two whispering and occasionally letting out wretched laughs, he asked curiously.

"Where's Lu Shouzhuo? Isn't he with you?"

"Him?"

Chu Jinghong pointed to an empty space not far away.

Lu Shouzhuo was standing there, arms crossed, staring coldly at Zheng Yunshu like a speaking statue.

"What... what is he doing?"

Jian Wuhen looked in shock at Zheng Yunshu, who was pinned to the ground. He hurried over, scolding in a low voice, "Shouzhuo, what are you doing?"

"How can you use a sword to mutilate a fellow sect member?"

"Master said that swords are used to protect everyone, not to hurt fellow disciples."

Chu Jinghong, following behind him, nudged him with his elbow.

"Senior Brother, you just beat the Qingluan Peak Master into a bloody pulp. Did you forget so quickly?"

Jian Wuhen looked completely serious. "I used my fists."

Chu Jinghong: "..."

Ye Shu: "..."

Lu Shouzhuo: "..."

For a moment, the surroundings were dead silent.

Just as Ye Shu was about to remind Jian Wuhen that this dry joke wasn't funny at all.

"Squawk—"

An immortal crane that had been standing on a branch suddenly raised its head and let out a long cry that echoed throughout the arena.

"The Sect Master of the Qingxuan Sect, the Perfected Headmaster has arrived!"

As the words fell.

A gust of wind was suddenly heard among the mountains.

The wind blew through the small trees in the mountains, making their shadows sway as leaves drifted with the breeze. Everyone's eyes were looking around curiously, wanting to catch a glimpse of the Headmaster's presence.

However, no figure appeared on the horizon.

Someone suddenly looked back.

Only to see that on the main seat of the Peak Masters' viewing area, a middle-aged man had appeared at some unknown time.

The man wore a cyan robe, held a whisk, and had flowing cloud feather boots on his feet. He wore a purple-gold crown on his head and a sword emblem pinned to his chest. His face was peaceful and serene, with a faint luster circulating around his body, rendering him impervious to evil.

He stood there quietly, smiling down at the crowd below.

"Senior Brother Headmaster!"

Seeing the man appear, the Peak Masters in the seating area all cupped their hands, bowed, and offered a salute.

"Mn."

Li Daoyuan gave a soft hum, his gaze sweeping across the plaza before finally landing on Ye Shu and his group.

"Crap."

Seeing the Headmaster's gaze coming their way, Chu Jinghong was startled.

He instinctively tried to hide behind Ye Shu and the others, but suddenly something was shoved into his arms.

He looked down to see clearly.

It was actually a sword.

Blood was still dripping from the blade, drip, drop.

He jerked his head up, just in time to see Lu Shouzhuo retract his hand and quietly step aside.

Misery! Second Senior Brother has set me up!