After transmigrating to a Xianxia world, he lived a fulfilling life for five hundred years.
He established a sect and became an Immortal.
He fought against the Great Sage of the demon r...
"Everyone, tell me, why did this disciple lose?"
Yan Zheng's idea is also good: he doesn't know the truth, so he shifts the blame to others and lets them cover it up for him.
"this......"
Those higher-ups were stumped. How could they know why? They were just following the leader's lead, doing whatever he said.
When asked at this point, they all lowered their heads and couldn't say a word.
Wu Er rolled his eyes at Yan Zheng, who was trying to shift the blame, and then at the group of high-ranking members of Pengshan Sect.
"You don't even know such a simple reason?"
Yan Zheng shook his head, deliberately lowering his voice, and said, "It seems they're all incompetent. Many positions will need to be filled."
The voice was very soft, but everyone present was a cultivator, so who couldn't hear it?
The implication was clear: if they didn't give a clear answer, all the high-ranking officials present would be fired.
This is a blatant threat...
So, in order to keep their jobs, everyone present started talking nonsense.
"So that's how it is. Elder Yan is indeed a Dao Integration cultivator; he was able to see that!"
One of them clapped his hands, feigning sudden realization, and said, "So swords and sabers are all external objects, therefore, those who wield swords and sabers have impure cultivation and are destined to lose!"
That's pure nonsense. If that were the case, would sword cultivators be no match for body cultivators?
If we're talking about counterexamples, there are plenty. After all, their own sect leader was a sword cultivator who once fought four demon saints. The demon race mainly focused on body cultivation, and those four demon saints were all body cultivators.
Upon hearing this, Wu Er raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but find it amusing.
Yan Zheng heard someone speak, but instead of replying, he nodded slightly.
This nod left the other senior executives stunned.
Why did the elder agree to such nonsense?
Although they were still completely confused, in order to keep their positions, they all started talking nonsense.
"That disciple looks pale and weak; he's probably overdrawn his essence!"
"I see. That disciple's shoes weren't slip-resistant, so he was bound to slip and fall during the fight!"
"I understand now, so that's how it is! It's related to gender!"
......
A bunch of incoherent words just popped out, rambling and illogical.
But these people all looked very serious, and they didn't seem to be talking nonsense at all; they didn't even change their breathing rhythm.
"ha?"
Wu Er was stunned, wondering why someone with such high cultivation would say such things.
Yan Zheng also breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of whether what he said was right or wrong, at least he had managed to smooth things over.
Even Lu Renjia was deep in thought with his head down, then raised his head and bowed to each of the high-ranking officials who had spoken earlier.
He suddenly realized and said, "I see! I didn't realize I had these shortcomings. Thank you all for your guidance!"
"No, you actually believe that?"
Wu Er looked at Lu Renjia and said, "You know you've lost before you've even fought? You only know the outcome and your weaknesses after you've fought."
"Brother Long, stop talking."
Lu Renjia looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said, "The elders have already said that I am bound to lose, so I admit defeat."
With that, Lu Renjia turned around and jumped off the stage.
After everyone left, Yan Zheng stroked his beard, smiled slightly, and said, "Alright, I declare Long Aotian the winner."
After saying this, Yan Zheng turned around and praised the group of sect leaders, saying, "You all truly deserve to be leaders of our sect; you are all people of great talent!"
This is praise, praise for these high-ranking officials, even though these officials don't know what's so praiseworthy about what they just said.
However, since the elder has spoken up, it means that his position is secure.
Naturally, one had to be polite and offer flattery.
"It's all thanks to your sharp eyes, Elder!"
"Alas, how dare we compare ourselves to the elders!"
"Elder Yan is truly a man of great talent!"
......
He showered Yan Zheng with compliments, which pleased Yan Zheng greatly.
After all, people love to hear nice things.
"In that case, I'll head back now that the competition is over."
Fearing what his senior brother might say, Yan Zheng quickly left and returned to the referee's seat.
Wu Er stood helplessly on the stage.
The higher-ups all came over to congratulate Wu Er, clasping their hands in greeting and showering him with praise.
It's like Wu Er winning the final and taking the top spot.
Moreover, through this serious examination of Wu Er's competition, these high-ranking officials became even more convinced of one thing.
That is, Long Aotian is Elder Xiao's illegitimate son.
Yes, that must be it, otherwise why would Elder Yan personally announce the victory?
Wu Er smiled wryly, not expecting things to turn out this way. But since things had come to this, he might as well win. Whether they fought or not, the result was the same: he would win.
So, amidst the farewells of the various deacons and hall masters, he stepped down from the arena to await the next match.
This pomp and circumstance was even more grand than winning first place.
The other arena matches were also quick, since there were many contestants with vastly different skill levels.
After all, it's just Foundation Establishment disciples fighting. They don't have many magic weapons, and they only know a limited number of supernatural abilities and spells. They can only use them a few times before their spiritual energy runs out, so they can't fight for long.
Storylines involving battles lasting for days and nights are impossible during the Foundation Establishment stage.
Unless... he's a second-generation immortal, with all these magical treasures and elixirs as supplies.
A little while later, Wu Er's second match began.
Filled with excitement, Wu Er stepped onto the ring.
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