Chapter 125 Proclaiming to Heaven and Earth: My Wife is So Beautiful

The disciples of the Sanqing Sect stared blankly up at the sky, utterly incredulous. Their invincible senior sister had truly been defeated.

Bai, standing in the sky, casually released the giant sword in his hand, transforming into a streak of light and plummeting down. Just as Ming Wushuang was about to hit the ground, Bai caught her arm and brought her back to the center of the arena.

Even after the two stood on the arena, the entire Sword Debate Peak remained silent. Countless cultivators stared blankly at the figures on the stage, as if they had not yet come to their senses.

Bai Ye, supporting Ming Wushuang with one hand, turned his head to look around, raised the corners of his mouth to reveal his signature row of small white teeth, raised his arm high, and waved to the silent stands, "Hey hey hey~~~ everyone, give us a round of applause!"

Everyone seemed to awaken from a deep dream.

"White!!!"

"The Wilderness Province!!!"

"The King of Troublemakers is Unrivaled!!!"

The deafening cheers were like a volcanic eruption, almost causing the mountaintop to collapse.

At this moment, countless eyes were focused on that silver-haired figure. She had created a miracle, bringing the desolate land, which had been silent for tens of thousands of years, back to the world's attention.

Chu San Niang and the others looked at the flamboyant figure on the stage with smiles in their eyes. Shi Manman even muttered softly, "This guy is really flamboyant, but his strength is truly formidable!"

Amidst the clamor of the crowd, Bai raised her head, her gaze piercing through the clamor to land on the high platform. She winked at the figure at the center of the crowd, her lips moving slightly as she silently asked, "Am I great? Now, can I say I've entered the Sanqing Sect with dignity?"

Zhong Jiuli smiled gently, pursed her lips, and transmitted her voice, "Great, but you can return the person to the Sanqing Sect disciples now. They are all waiting for you to let go."

Bai Ye looked in the direction of the sound and saw several anxious-looking disciples of the Sanqing Sect standing by the arena. She helped the unconscious Ming Wushuang to the edge of the arena and handed her over to them.

"Thank you for your trouble, Fellow Daoist Bai." The leading disciple of the Sanqing Sect bowed and expressed his gratitude.

"Don't be so polite." Bai waved his hand casually, his smile never fading. "We're all family. I can't just stand by and watch Chief Ming fall on the stage. That would be such a blow to our Second Brother Ming's reputation, wouldn't it?"

Several disciples twitched at the corners of their mouths when they heard the title "Second Brother Ming," clearly finding it hard to accept, but ultimately said nothing more. This was not the time to argue with Bai about who was the eldest or second eldest.

They helped Ming Wushuang carefully off the stage and headed to a secluded spot to heal her injuries.

The two on the other arena had already finished their battle. Bai Qingji ultimately suppressed Bei Qianxue's fierce and unparalleled sword intent by relying on the Emperor Blood Domain inherited from the Bai family, thus securing third place in this year's Genius Competition.

Thus, the grand competition of geniuses, which had captivated the attention of countless cultivators across the Nine Provinces, finally came to an end.

Above the Sword Debate Peak, the war drums beat once more, their deep, resonant sounds shaking the surrounding land and echoing throughout the heavens and earth, as if announcing to the world that a new king had been born and a new era was about to begin.

Zhong Jiuli gracefully descended from the high platform. She took out a piece of golden paper that radiated supreme treasure light, used her fingers as a pen and the laws as ink, and engraved the names of the top ten in this year's genius competition on the golden paper.

Every stroke of the pen invokes the laws of heaven and earth, making each character shine and be incomparably sacred.

Everyone held their breath and looked at Zhong Jiuli, or more accurately, at the golden paper that flowed with the golden light of Taoist magic, their eyes filled with undisguised longing.

Bai Ye darted to Bai Shu's side and whispered, "Mother, what are you doing?"

Bai Shu's gaze remained fixed on the countless patterns of laws, and he replied in a low voice, "Sect Master Zhong is proclaiming this to heaven and earth."

"Isn't the Heavenly Dao supposed to see through all things? Why does it need human reporting? Didn't Zhong Jiuli shout once last time, and the Heavenly Dao's fortune immediately dropped?"

“I’m not entirely sure of the specific reason either. It’s said that before that cataclysmic war, such a ceremony wasn’t necessary. Perhaps the laws of heaven and earth were damaged in that calamity, and since then, a special person has been needed to use the laws as a guide for the heavens to bestow their blessings,” Bai Shu explained telepathically.

"Could it be that the fight back then was too brutal, damaging the Heavenly Dao?"

Bai Shu glared at her irritably: "You brat, just watch quietly and don't disturb my enlightenment."

"Oh~" Bai responded, his gaze falling on the figure shrouded in the rosy light. Zhong Jiuli radiated spiritual light, holy and pure, like a goddess from the heavens.

"My wife is so beautiful." The old woman ignored her, so she started chatting with Xiao Wang.

"Yeah, she looks like some kind of Mother Earth, a descendant of Nuwa, or something, radiating divinity," Xiao Wang muttered.

"That's how she acts in front of outsiders." Bai Ye's lips curled up, and he chuckled. "When I'm with her, she's Zhong Jiuli, a real person with flesh and blood, who can get angry and laugh."

Which side do you prefer?

“I love every side of her,” Bai said without hesitation. “However, how can a living person not have emotions and desires? I definitely prefer her to show me her true self.”

As Zhong Jiuli listened to the two chatting away, a slight smile played on her lips, and she subtly quickened the pace of carving the names.

Soon, all ten names, each containing the laws of heaven and earth, were engraved on the gold paper.

Zhong Jiuli raised her hand, and the golden paper instantly transformed into a beam of golden light that shot into the sky and disappeared into the clouds, presenting this list of geniuses to the Heavenly Dao for witness.

The next moment, strange phenomena reappeared in the heavens and earth.

A golden radiance pierced the sky, pouring down upon the desolate land like a celestial river. Tens of thousands of years later, the fortunes of heaven and earth once again favored the desolate land.

The top ten prodigies standing in the crowd were enveloped by a dense, almost tangible aura of heaven and earth, with dazzling golden light flowing around them, as if they were wearing a layer of golden armor.

Countless gazes fell upon them, filled with unspoken envy. Being blessed with good fortune meant endless opportunities on their path of cultivation, and the elimination of bottlenecks. For cultivators, this was far more desirable than directly increasing their cultivation level.

Unfortunately, Heaven has always favored only the most brilliant talents of the time.

After a long while, the strange phenomena in the heavens and earth gradually subsided.

Liu Xianyue soared into the air, her voice echoing across the land: "The Grand Tournament of the Nine Provinces has now come to a successful conclusion! The Myriad Manifestations Pavilion has prepared a grand feast, everyone, please!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a majestic spirit ship, as imposing as a mountain, broke through the clouds and hovered above the Sword Debate Peak. The ship's hull shone with brilliant spiritual light, and figures moved about on the deck. Even from thousands of feet away, everyone could smell the aroma of spiritual food emanating from the ship.

However, no one moved; all eyes were on Bai Ye. As the champion of this competition, the younger generation had already implicitly regarded her as their leader.

Bai was under the gaze of so many people, so naturally she couldn't help but notice. She widened her eyes and glared back, giving them a look that said, "What are you looking at? Look again and I'll beat you up."

Bai Shu couldn't help but chuckle, patting his silly son's shoulder with amusement and reminding him telepathically, "Everyone is waiting for you to go first."

"Ah! Oh?" ​​Bai was a little embarrassed; she thought these people were going to fight.

She soared into the air, flying first towards the enormous spirit ship. Seeing her move, the people of the Wilderness State followed closely behind, each with their heads held high and faces full of pride.

Seeing this, the monks from the other states boarded the ship one by one.

After everyone boarded the spirit boat, Liu Xianyue waved her hand and said loudly, "Little brats, eat your fill! My people from the Myriad Elephant Pavilion have been busy for a whole year preparing this feast, gathering all the rare treasures of the Nine Provinces. Don't waste it!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to the dazzling array of dishes on the table before them. A single glance drew gasps of astonishment.

The table is laden with delicacies, many of which were previously only known from ancient books and legends, rare treasures that could not be bought even with spirit stones. Perhaps only the Myriad Elephants Pavilion has the ability to find these rare and precious materials.

"Look!!!"

“That’s a blue-striped dragon that only exists in the deep sea of ​​Dongzhou!” A cultivator pointed to the spirit soup placed in the center of the table.

The soup was clear, with several pieces of crystal-clear dragon meat floating in it, with dragon patterns faintly visible. The emanating spiritual energy condensed into a phantom dragon above the table, and a strange fragrance wafted out.

"I feel that just one breath of it is enough to trigger a breakthrough," another cultivator said, deeply inhaling the spiritual energy flowing in the air with a look of pure bliss.

"And another thing, look at this spirit fish. It has a jade horn on its forehead and scales that look like they've been forged from gold. Could this be the long-extinct Golden-Scaled Jade-Horned Fish?"

"My God, this spirit wine is brewed from a ten-thousand-year-old vermilion fruit."

"And that roasted meat, it's crackling with lightning! Could it be an Eight Desolate Thunder Rhinoceros captured from the Northern Border?"

Exclamations of surprise rang out continuously on the spirit boat, as many cultivators were stunned by the grand scale of the Myriad Manifestations Pavilion. Even the well-informed sect leaders and state leaders showed a hint of astonishment on their faces.

Many people turned their attention to Liu Xianyue, as if wondering why Boss Liu, who was known throughout Kyushu for being stingy, was being so generous today.

Facing the suspicious gazes of the crowd, Liu Xianyue could only force a smile, while inwardly she was wailing. She was naturally reluctant, but...

Zhong Jiuli stepped forward and nodded to everyone: "Gentlemen, a banquet has been prepared in the cabin. Please come in and have something important to discuss."

As their elders departed, the young cultivators on the deck suddenly became like wild horses, and the atmosphere instantly boiled over.

The crowd cheered and rushed toward the table laden with delicacies, scrambling for the rare and precious spiritual food, creating a lively scene.

After they had filled their stomachs a little, some people couldn't wait any longer and brought wine jugs to the current champion.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, I may not be able to defeat you on the arena, but at the dinner table, I'm certainly not inferior to you. Do you dare to fight me?" A cultivator from the Northern Border asked with a smile, raising his cup.

Bai laughed heartily, welcoming all comers: "Bring it on!"

As soon as she said this, nearly a hundred people swarmed around her, each carrying a wine jug and eager to challenge this newly crowned champion at the dinner table.

However, a particularly tall figure pushed through the crowd like a bull to the front. She turned to look at everyone and said in a deep voice, "Wait a minute, I can take this guy down by myself."

Shi Manman placed a wine jar the size of a bathtub in front of Bai Ye, saying, "You little rascal, you broke all my bones on the stage, so I have to drink you under the table today."

Bai Ye looked at the jar of spirit wine, enough to knock out a prehistoric behemoth, and her eyelids twitched involuntarily. However, she still stubbornly said, "Little Manman, you have no idea about your sister's strength. Not only are my fists strong, but my alcohol tolerance is also bottomless!"

"Stop talking big, let's finish this jar first!" Bai Qingji also came over, holding a rather large jar of spirit wine in his hands.

Bei Qianxue silently stepped forward, placed her wine jar in front of Bai Ye, and stared straight at her without saying a word, her meaning self-evident.

"Alright, alright, I'll drink. As the boss, how could I not have a good capacity for alcohol?" Bai chuckled as he picked up the wine jar and clinked glasses with everyone.

"Hey, who do you think you are?" Bai Qingji muttered discontentedly. "I'm your cousin."

“That’s right, your mother said that you’re actually quite small, just a little tiger that’s not much bigger than the palm of your hand. Who do you think you are, your older sister?” Shi Manman muttered.

"We are the older sisters!" everyone said in unison.

Everyone rushed forward, and Bai was once again engulfed by the crowd. The deck was filled with the clinking of glasses and the aroma of wine, creating a lively atmosphere.

Unlike the lively atmosphere on the deck, the cabin was quiet.

Dozens of top figures from various states sat together, each looking at Zhong Jiuli with some confusion, wondering what Sect Master Zhong wanted to say to everyone during this celebration.

Zhong Jiuli raised her eyes and swept them over the crowd before slowly speaking: "Within the Heavenly Outer Heaven Secret Realm, a spatial rift left behind by the Void Demon Clan has been discovered."

His words astonished everyone present.

"What?"

"That's impossible! Wasn't that clan long ago wiped out by the river of time?"

The experts from all sides, who had been calm and composed just moments before, suddenly stood up, their faces devoid of any smiles.

None of those present had ever witnessed the terrifying power of the Void Demons. Yet, every race's records contained accounts of the Void Demons.

Those were extremely dark years. The Void Demon Clan ran rampant across the Nine Provinces, unstoppable by anyone, causing immense suffering and calamity to all races.

The leader of the Western Regions asked in a hoarse voice, "What Sect Master Zhong just said... is it true?"

"The elders of the Sanqing Sect personally investigated and found that, moreover, the Tianji Pavilion had left a prophecy tens of thousands of years ago that the calamity of the Nine Provinces had not completely ended."

"How could this be?" a sect leader from Zhongzhou murmured in a daze.

Yun Shu asked the question everyone was most concerned about, "Is there a way to resolve this calamity?"

"Yes, Sect Master Zhong, now that you have discovered the whereabouts of the Void Demon Clan, do you have a way to deal with them?" another person asked.

Jiang Zhiming picked up the conversation, raising her eyes to survey the crowd before speaking: "Heaven, in its creation of all things, will always leave a glimmer of hope. Perhaps it can be resolved, perhaps not. In any case, we must take the risk. As for when the great calamity will descend..."

"The secrets of heaven are shrouded in mystery and difficult to discern, but changes have already occurred, so everyone, there is no need to be discouraged."