Completely to Wu Yu's surprise, Violet actually won the championship in the actual combat exercise. Edie withdrew from the competition due to physical injury, while another opponent chose to forfeit because of Violet's selflessness.
So Violet ended up becoming the champion by sheer coincidence, and she was happy about it for a long time.
What a childish mentality! Since starting junior high school, Wu Yu has never participated in a competition that only awards one certificate. Now that I think about it, what was the point of getting first place in the class in the monthly exam?
After arriving in the other world, Wu Yu didn't learn anything else, but his perspective broadened considerably.
For example, right now, he's about to discuss a big business deal.
Yi Fang finally replied to him. Wu Yu had inquired about it beforehand. The Holy Light Festival was about to begin in a month. If Yi Fang didn't come to him soon, Wu Yu was planning to find someone else to cooperate with.
Wu Yu went to Yi Fang's office again. Nothing much had changed, but Yi Fang's dark circles had disappeared, and she looked much more refined.
"You've been getting a good rest?" Wu Yu couldn't help but ask.
"Finding a contract that can restrain you is a troublesome matter, but it doesn't consume much of my energy. In addition, we are going to a rather formal occasion today, so I have specially adjusted my schedule."
It was unusual for Yi Fang not to be reviewing official documents. She was lying lazily in her chair, clearly having been waiting for Wu Yu for quite some time.
"Oh, what about the contract?" Wu Yu raised an eyebrow, showing some interest in the thing. He wondered how severe the punishment would be. If it was something like the Heart Demon Oath, which would prevent one's cultivation from advancing for life, then Wu Yu was really planning to take it for free.
"Mr. Wu Yu, this is it. Please sign your name on it." After saying that, Yi Fang took out an item from her storage ring.
Wu Yu had thought it was something extraordinary, but it turned out to be just an ordinary piece of white bark covered with writing in dark red blood.
"What is this?" Wu Yu asked, puzzled.
"This is the bark that naturally shed from the ancient tree of life. It can connect with the ethereal will of the world. Combined with ink made from the essence and blood of all the great races in the world, anyone who violates its contents will be hated by the entire world," Yi Fang explained.
"Oh, that sounds pretty impressive. What are the specific effects?" Wu Yu no longer dared to underestimate the tree bark.
“For example, the first impression of you from various races will be lower, and you might get hit by a meteorite when you go out. After all, I know that Mr. Wu Yu is very powerful, and even the most severe soul contract may not be able to bind you. This is my last resort. If it still doesn’t work, then I can only try to believe in your character, Mr. Wu Yu,” Yi Fang said with a headache.
Hit by a meteorite? Thinking back to what happened not long ago, Wu Yu still felt lingering fear. He completely abandoned any thoughts of cheating. After carefully reading through the contents of the tree bark, he asked, "So what should I do now?"
“Just drip your own blood onto the tree bark,” Yi Fang replied.
"Cure" [Magic Shaping]
Wu Yu attached a black blade to his fingernail, then made a light cut on his other hand, creating a small wound. He then squeezed out a few drops of blood onto the tree bark, which quickly absorbed the blood without leaving any trace.
It's all thanks to Wu Yu recently learning magic; otherwise, it would be incredibly embarrassing for a Saint-level expert to bite his finger with his teeth.
“Very good.” Yi Fang held the bark in her hands and examined it for a long time before revealing a satisfied smile. “Then, Mr. Wu Yu, let me take you to become the chosen one.”
"No rush." Wu Yu shook his head, sitting in his chair with an air of composure. "I'm here today to discuss a business deal with you."
"Oh, Mr. Wu Yu, it seems you're going to give me another surprise." Yi Fang's eyes lit up as she stared intently at Wu Yu, looking every bit the money-grubber.
"Let's take a look at the goods first." Wu Yu was actually a little unsure about his goods, but he figured Yi Fang wouldn't turn against him, so he took out his sword.
Yi Fang took the broken sword. The sword looked really shabby, as if some fragments had been glued together. Strictly speaking, if anyone else had taken out something that looked like scrap metal, they would probably have been kicked out by Yi Fang by now.
But since this sword was made by Wu Yu, Yi Fang had to put on a show no matter how dissatisfied she was.
Yi Fang connected to the intercom on the table and instructed, "Invite the Chamber of Commerce's top appraiser over."
Not long after, the door was pushed open, and an old man in a formal suit walked in. Although he looked old, he had a pair of shrewd eyes.
The appraiser approached Yi Fang respectfully and said, "Supervisor, what are your instructions?"
“Take a look at this sword for me,” Yi Fang said.
Those calloused hands carefully took the sword.
"Ding." The appraiser lightly flicked the sword with his fingertips, and a series of metallic sounds echoed in the room.
Then, as if rubbing a rare treasure, the appraiser gently brushed the sword blade with his palm, and his expression grew increasingly surprised.
After completing the test, the appraiser exclaimed in astonishment, "Sir, this technique is unmistakable. This sword must have been made by Master Jess, who disappeared ten years ago."
"However, orange-tier equipment with three enchantment slots is extremely rare worldwide, and this sword does not belong to any of Master Jess's past works."
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