Chapter 122 Champion
The sect leader, who had reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, was instantly turned into smoke. If the remaining team members chose to continue, they would probably be having a wonderful team-building activity with the former sect leader in the next second. They might even be able to cross the Bridge of Helplessness together and drink the same bowl of Meng Po soup.
The arena area is now like a giant meat grinder; whoever gets close will die.
The elder of the Beast Sect glanced at the message on his phone. Now the entire headquarters of the Moon-Gazing Beast Sect was leaderless and scattered. He had to hurry back to grab cultivation materials.
He immediately laughed heartily with great composure, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Fang Zhuo, and said politely, "Sect Master Fang's wealth is truly admirable; this old man will not presume to teach you any tricks."
He then greeted the host: "The Moon-Embracing Beast Sect requests to withdraw from the competition."
Fang Zhuo simultaneously raised his hand and retrieved the five hundred billion spirit stones from the great formation.
The host took the microphone and, with an excited tone, loudly announced a fact that everyone in the audience already knew:
"The Giant Sect has won the championship in the 1325th Immortal Sect Arena Tournament!"
"Congratulations to the Giant Sect for acquiring 300 Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng roots, 500 Heaven-Mending Ganoderma lucidum plants, 100 Heavenly Origin Fruits, 300 Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Spirit Fruits, and 300 Ghostly Void Orchids from the public medicinal field."
"The champion's exclusive rewards include the ancient magical artifacts Xuan Tie Flying Shield and Lingxi Brush, as well as ten Nine Heavens Thunder Pearls, ten South Sea Night-Shining Pearls, one thousand Fire Crystals, and one thousand Wood Crystals produced in the public area. The rewards for cultivation techniques and secret manuals include one copy of Tai Zhao Prajna Technique and one copy of Qingyun Heavenly Technique left behind in the ancient secret immortal cave..."
Because of the bumper harvest in public medicinal fields and sea areas this year, the total reward amount is more than the combined total of the previous three tournament champions.
The price of medicinal herbs and crystals that can be publicly checked alone is over a billion, including many priceless magical artifacts and secret manuals.
At the same time, a long string of notifications popped up on the system.
[Congratulations, host! You have achieved the 'Arena Champion' achievement.]
[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the ultra-rare title 'Monopoly']
[You are a financial tycoon on the chessboard, the ultimate conqueror of wealth. Money kneels at the feet of the super-rich, for you are the absolute master of wealth. This title is awarded when the host displays over 100 billion in savings.]
[Company's current reputation value: 65, matching the title 'Renowned']
[A total of three unnamed blind boxes have been given away and added to the system inventory.]
[Current number of blind boxes remaining: seven]
A huge pile of rare and precious treasures were brought onto the stage. The host took the barrier artifact engraved with the champion's mark from the elder of the Beast Sect, put it in a crystal tray, and handed it to Fang Zhuo.
This barrier is like a rotating red flag for a class, which will be passed from the previous champion to the winner of the next competition during the awards ceremony.
Once the barrier is activated, passersby ten kilometers away can see the gleaming gold logo of the tournament champion, which looks quite impressive.
Host: "As a sect that has risen to prominence in just six months, and achieved such great results in the major competition in the entire wasteland, Sect Master Fang, could you share your feelings with our viewers?"
Fang Zhuo weighed the protective artifact in his hand, then took the microphone and addressed the viewers in the live stream:
"Thank you all for your support. As long as the Giant Sect exists, this barrier artifact will not be passed on to any other sect."
"Next month we will open two senior positions for recruitment, planning to recruit two deputy sect leaders and two process assistants to manage the sect's daily affairs and personnel changes. Experienced sect elders are welcome to apply."
"Wow!" The host had intended to make an upward gesture to encourage the audience to applaud. But as soon as Fang Zhuo finished speaking, the audience both online and offline erupted in cheers.
One audience member pulled out a portable printer on the spot, quickly printed out a resume in color, and stood by the railing in the exit passage, ready to hand it out at any time.
"It seems the Giants Sect is indeed very attractive. We don't even need to mention the benefits; the response is already so enthusiastic..."
The host maintained a professional smile while silently touching the printed resume in his shirt pocket.
Ah, opportunity always favors the prepared. She had already prepared a new version of her resume before the competition even started, waiting to take advantage of her proximity to the competition after the process was over.
This is the professional quality of a seasoned worker.
She continued to casually refer to the process, but her mind was already wandering elsewhere:
"Oh, I see that Sect Master Fang, you took out the ancient magic weapon, the Xuan Iron Flying Shield, separately. Are you planning to give the Xuan Iron Shield to one of the disciples in the sect?"
Fang Zhuo shook his head: "My son just enrolled in the United Private School a few months ago. His school is holding a simulated battle event today, and this was reserved for him. I'm worried that he might get injured during the event."
"Excuse me, my teacher is urging me to come back. Please excuse me for a moment." He waved to Yin Fuxue, who was sitting in the audience, to come over and continue the interview for him.
After accepting a resume that the host practically shoved into his hand, Fang Zhuo nodded to the official camera, then quickly walked through the exit passage, leaving the official live stream with a silhouette of himself riding away on a sword.
In the short few minutes of his interview, the number of viewers in the online live stream reached a new high, and a group of people claiming to be Fang Zhuo's biological sons and daughters appeared in the chat to acknowledge him as their relative.
[Brother Fang, isn't your 32-year-old eldest son in apartment 1208, Building 2, Caijun Garden? Why haven't you come to see him yet?]
[I can hear the sound]
[Didn't Brother Fang order a god-tier weapon for his son last month? With a god-tier weapon, it's a miracle he didn't injure his classmates. Why leave his son an ancient shield...?]
[A parent who loves their child plans far ahead for them; I understand.]
[When will the world love me the way Fang Ge loves his kids?]
[A custom-made weapon in the left hand, an ancient magical artifact in the right, and a billionaire father who skipped a ring champion interview to accompany his son on a parent-child activity—would this kind of life have any worries?]
[Some guys, really, I remember seeing a post on a forum a few months ago from a ten-year-old kid. It was about how his dad suddenly became rich and sent him to a prestigious private school and even booked him a luxury suite in a five-star hotel. That little prince seemed pretty anxious. Let me look for it.]
[Please find that post, I think I'm smelling something similar.]
[A location has been marked. Penguin.jpg]
[Calling friends and family. Penguin.jpg]
[Squat together]
[Got it, this is it, I'll post a picture:]
"Help! My dad won the lottery, quit his job, bought a brand new high-end flying sword, booked a high-floor suite in a five-star hotel, and even sent me to a comprehensive aristocratic private school that costs over four million spirit stones a year. I'm so worried..."
Let me paste the comments section from that time again:
@3L: I understand your anxiety, because this doesn't sound like winning the lottery, it sounds like you're overspending on a loan from a microloan platform right after it's been disbursed.
@5L: Nine out of ten gamblers lose. Little brother, I'll send you a link. You can turn right and go to the "Quit Gambling" forum to observe the lives of the older guys. You can arrange a small "maintenance package" for yourself first.
[I acknowledge the netizens' aggressive approach, but looking at this child's IP address and real name information, well, I'm not so sure.]
[So, does little Fang Lieyang know that his biological father is the richest man in the desolate hills?]
[The child was already criticized and forced to quit the internet last time, and the academic pressure at this elite private school is immense, leaving very little time for online learning. I'm guessing the child is still unaware of this...]
[Aaaaaaah, I wish this kind of thing could happen to me just once! I'm going home right now to ask my dad if he's a hidden millionaire!]
[Let's make a short drama for the kid, titled "The whole desolate hill is in debt while cultivating immortality, but my dad is a hidden billionaire," with a small print adding "Based on my own true story."]
[Could you film it from a first-person perspective so this princess can beautifully immerse herself in the experience?]
Please be kind to me in October.
I just checked my dad's credit report; the whole family owes 50,000 yuan to a microloan platform, and he's already back to normal.
[It's hard to imagine how Fang Lieyang would feel upon learning his father's true identity. Just thinking about it makes me feel so happy. I'll have material for my dreams tonight.]
Fang Zhuo was fifteen minutes late.
When he arrived at the one-way glass wall outside the classroom, he saw Fang Lieyang surrounded by a group of children, looking every bit the king of the kids.
As expected of Long Aotian, even in his childhood form, he had a built-in buff that attracted followers, and he could call on friends and companions wherever he went.
The other children all had decent little magical artifacts in their hands, although they were all of low level, but at least they met the teacher's requirements, but Fang Lieyang's palms were still empty.
With his arms crossed and leaning against the glass wall, Fang Zhuo planned to push the door open later and let Fang Lieyang test the power of the custom-made weapon himself first.
He experienced for the first time what it felt like for the parents who leaned over the railings at the kindergarten gate to watch their children participate in the flag-raising ceremony; it was somewhat of a strange feeling.
"Yangyang, didn't you say your dad took you to the toy factory last month to order a weapon? I really want to see it, so please show it to us."
"Yeah, yeah, the photos of that toy factory you took last time were absolutely amazing, their weapons must be pretty good too."
Being pestered by a group of classmates, Fang Lieyang hesitated whether to take out the toy gun.
When the gun was first made, he secretly took it out a few times in the middle of the night. The gun felt heavy in his hand, and when it was charged, its surface was covered with eerie red patterns.
The kind-looking old factory manager with the yellow beard told him that each bullet in the gun was worth fifty spirit stones, and the gun's strength would increase as the number of bullets fired increased.
The cost of bullets is automatically linked to Dad's bank card, meaning that every shot he fires costs money.
He knew his father worked hard outside from dawn till dusk, otherwise he wouldn't only have time to reply to his messages in the middle of the night. Fang Lieyang didn't want to take out the gun unless absolutely necessary, and he wouldn't use it lightly.
But now, surrounded by a group of friends, and with the teacher coming over to remind him that it would be his turn to compete with the opponent from the next class in terms of damage, Fang Lieyang hesitated for a long time before finally taking out a toy gun from his storage ring.
"Wow, a flintlock pistol!! Lieyang, you call this a toy gun?"
"Wow, that's kind of cool, Yangyang-ge. Can I touch the musket? I've never seen this kind of standard weapon before..."
"Damn, which toy factory did your dad order it from? I want the same one too. I'm going to ask my dad for pocket money as soon as I get home."
"Yangyang, I'll give you five spirit stones. Can I touch it first? I'm so envious."
A demon student from the next class leaned against the window and chuckled, "Heh, what's so special about that?"
More than thirty parents had gathered in the hall. They were all prominent figures in the desolate hills and would usually discipline their children not to speak rudely in public. However, the rules of the demon race were different.
Demons are naturally warlike and follow the principle of natural selection. The rule of the entire race is to eliminate the weak. Therefore, the parents of the little white egret demon did not intervene at all. Instead, they watched their son provoke his classmate with encouraging eyes.
The little egret demon then stood in front of the practice scarecrow, took out a gray-quality longsword encased in ice, and intensified her attack:
"You're Fang Lieyang from Class Two? This round is just the two of us competing, right?"
"Let's make a bet. If I win this round, you'll kneel down and bark at me like a dog three times; if you win, I'll do the same."
After finishing her own words, the little egret demon, with a sword in hand, lunged forward and slashed at the scarecrow with all her might.
Although his movements were clumsy and the magic weapon he used was of very ordinary quality, the demon race was born with enormous strength, and a value of 0098 still appeared on the scarecrow.
The scarecrow used for this training can only withstand a maximum of four digits. Students in the private school who cultivate Qi can at most cut a little over a thousand. As for this kind of beginner class, being able to deal 98 damage is already considered one of the best among the children.
Fang Lieyang became a little nervous upon seeing this.
But he still had to save face in front of his underlings, and even with a toy gun in his hand, he still showed no fear whatsoever.
He is two minor realms higher in cultivation than this little demon. If he adds some spiritual power to the bullets in the toy gun later, he shouldn't lose so badly.
Although the price of fifty spirit stones is a bit high, this is, after all, a noble private school, and the students are all generous. He should be able to earn it back within a month by helping his classmates take the physical fitness test.
Having made up his mind, Fang Lieyang raised his gun and pointed it at the egret that seemed to have ADHD:
"First of all, this is a toy gun, it can't do any damage. These simulated battle activities are meant for classmates to play together. Do you think I really want to bet with you? Don't be so wishful."
"Secondly, nobody wants to hear you bark like a dog."
After saying that, he secretly imbued the bullets in the magazine with a massive amount of spiritual energy and fired a shot at the scarecrow—
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