Seeing that everyone present was eager to fight, Su Mu stepped forward in front of the powerful figures from various sects.
“Su Xueqing is the Holy Maiden of our Ming Cult. If you can take her away without giving her anything, you are disrespecting our Ming Cult.”
The powerful figures from various sects exchanged glances, unable to react for a long time, not understanding what Su Mu meant.
After a moment's hesitation, Su Mu returned to the head of the table, his tone extremely serious: "Everyone, the registration fee is one million spirit stones, which you should all be able to afford."
The eyes of everyone present widened in shock: "A million spirit stones?"
It's not that they can't afford so many spirit stones, but if they were to lose after putting up such spirit stones, wouldn't they be losing both their wife and their army?
Seeing the troubled expressions on the faces of many people present, Su Mu walked up to them with a solemn expression, his face looking extremely unpleasant.
“If you can’t even come up with this million spirit stones, I believe you all have no right to participate in our martial arts contest to find a husband.”
He may have great physical strength, but he is not a good match in terms of social status.
Seeing their troubled expressions, Su Xueqing looked at them with disdain: "Don't blame me for being rough; there's no need for all this trouble."
He leaped onto the high platform and surveyed the crowd below: "The first person to defeat me will become my husband."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in cheers.
Exchanging a million spirit stones for a secret treasure is not worthwhile.
If we can bring Su Xueqing back, then spending those million spirit stones will be a worthwhile investment.
Seeing that Su Xueqing was willing to make such a concession, Che Yongyan scanned everyone present and said, "Did you all hear that? If you can produce something, you can go on stage."
The Heavenly Demon Art was like a mountain, pressing down on their chests, rendering them unable to utter a single word.
Seeing that no one was willing to go on stage, Su Xueqing snorted coldly: "A rabble like this is not fit for a refined audience."
Seeing their expressions, Che Yongyan took out a water-based spiritual treasure from his clothes and threw it at Su Xueqing.
"As my uncle, it would seem stingy of me not to give anything in return. You can take it."
Su Xueqing's eyes lit up as she watched Che Yongyan throw the object at her, and she casually caught the water-based spiritual treasure.
After fiddling with it for a moment, he threw it at Xiao Feng without hesitation: "This is the spiritual treasure of our Ming Cult, a gift to you."
In the distance, Che Yongyan's face turned extremely ugly when he saw Su Xueqing give him a ride without hesitation.
"you..."
"What is given to me is mine. Whether I give it to others or not is my business. I hope you will not interfere."
Looking at the water-based spiritual treasure floating in front of him, Xiao Feng knew exactly what Su Xueqing was up to.
If he doesn't accept this magical treasure, all the hatred of everyone present will be drawn away by him.
If he accepts this magical treasure, he will owe a favor, which he will have to repay sooner or later.
Such an action puts him right on the hot stove.
Seeing that Xiao Feng was hesitant to accept the water-based spiritual treasure, Che Yongyan's brows furrowed with displeasure: "What? Is our Ming Cult's spiritual treasure not worth taking?"
How could Xiao Feng dare say their magical treasures were inferior? He waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Please don't misunderstand. The Ming Cult's magical treasures are indeed extraordinary and top-grade, but..."
"I gave it to you, can you take it back?"
Su Xueqing's tone was extremely dissatisfied, and her eyes were fixed on Xiao Feng's face.
If he refuses to accept this magical treasure, he will probably die immediately within the Ming Cult.
With a single reach, he grasped the water-based spiritual treasure in his hand.
"Isn't this just making me a target of hatred?"
The power of those from the upper realm has always been terrifying. If he offends so many people, he will probably find it difficult to move an inch.
Right now, the treasure is in his hands.
Su Xueqing nodded in satisfaction: "Since you all think my strength is extraordinary, why don't I back down and let him take care of all of you?"
These words caused an uproar, with everyone staring wide-eyed: "Let him come and cause us trouble? Isn't that pushing him into a fire pit?"
"With this kid's strength, if he becomes our opponent, he will probably be reduced to nothingness in no time."
Not only did they think so, but Xiao Feng also looked on in disbelief: "This... has he lost his mind?"
How could someone who came from the lower realm possibly stand up against these elite beings from the upper realm?
Seeing that Su Xueqing had made such a concession, Che Yongyan gave his son Che Zhengqing, who was not far away, a wink.
This is a golden opportunity; we can't let it slip by easily.
I really don't have much confidence in dealing with Su Xueqing.
However, if they were to confront Xiao Feng, they would be absolutely certain of victory.
Xiao Feng looked at Su Xueqing, who had placed him in opposition to everyone else, and his face was extremely ugly.
On the high platform, Su Mu sat steadily in his high seat with a mocking smile on his face: "The Ming Cult competition does not require concern for life and death. My nephews, please feel free to make your move."
His ability to kill Xiao Feng naturally made him feel favorably toward anyone.
Looking at Su Xueqing's face, Xiao Feng felt a slight bitterness in his heart, but he was completely helpless and took several steps forward.
In the distance, a refined man dressed in a purple robe quietly emerged, holding an iron fan in his hand.
"I see that you, a person from the lower realm, are not very capable. This water-based spiritual treasure alone is not enough to protect your safety. Perhaps... you should leave."
The people present exchanged glances and nodded in agreement: "Indeed, if you leave, that water-type spiritual treasure will be a gift from us. Don't throw your life away in vain."
The Ming Cult is an evil cult in the upper realm. Don't be fooled by their current ability to let you leave safely; no one knows if they might send someone to ambush you along the way.
Water-based magical treasures are rare items, and few people would be willing to give them up.
He understood the saying, "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."
Seeing everyone trying to persuade him, Xiao Feng stomped his feet hard on the ground and landed beside Su Xueqing like a wild goose.
"It's rare for Xueqing to value me so much. If I were to turn around and leave, wouldn't it be a sign that the Holy Maiden of the Ming Cult has no discernment at all?"
When the matter escalated to involve the Ming Cult, Su Xueqing's expression did indeed improve considerably.
Seeing that Xiao Feng had confidence, Che Yongyan gradually spread his spiritual power and slammed it into Xiao Feng's body.
This action was merely for observation and had no intention of actually taking action.
Little did Su Xueqing know that she still misunderstood, and the spiritual energy within her body struck out almost simultaneously, colliding fiercely with each other.
"Bang..."
As their strength clashed, Che Yongyan looked up at Su Xueqing and discovered that she actually seemed protective of her own.
He harbored deep resentment but did not lash out. He glanced at Che Zhengqing and said, "Give that brat a good beating and snatch the water-elemental treasure back."
If they can't even defeat people from the lower realms, they have no face to stay in the Ming Cult and bring up marriage proposals.
Upon seeing Che Yongyan's actions, Che Zhengqing stomped his foot on the ground and ascended to the high platform: "Please enlighten me."
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