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Yun Zhonghe gritted his teeth, it was evident that the Swords Descend Formation was putting him under a great deal of strain.

Now, if he forced himself to stand up, Yun Zhonghe could do it.

But looking at the current state of that female artist, Yun Zhonghe knew he had no chance of defeating her.

At last, he lowered his head, his face bereft of its usual defiant pride.

“Yun Zhonghe has lost!”

“Isn’t he the disguised Chief Big Disciple of the Yaoshan Sword Sect??”

At the Mysterious Wall, there were exclamations of surprise from the crowd.

From a distance, the shadowy image of Nan Lingsha was utterly indistinct.

So many people had no idea how such a powerful Sword Master like Yun Zhonghe could have been defeated.

At the top of the city tower, Wu Feng of the Yaoshan Sword Sect stroked his chin, plunged into a moment of deep thought

This time, the Yaoshan Sword Sect had only Yun Zhonghe participating in the great competition. Now that Yun Zhonghe had ruined his own chances and was eliminated, weren’t the Yaoshan Sword Sect at a great loss!

It was not long before Yun Zhonghe left the Organ City.

He walked along the top of the Mysterious Wall towards the location of the city tower.

Many people around him were pointing and whispering, likely including many cultivators.

But Yun Zhonghe’s mind was still replaying the scenes from the fight.

He wanted to know, if he hadn’t been careless, just what were his chances of winning?

“Uncle Master Wu Feng, I have brought shame upon the Yaoshan Sword Sect,” Yun Zhonghe said with some embarrassment, upon reaching the city tower and seeing Wu Feng.

“It’s alright,” Wu Feng patted Yun Zhonghe’s shoulder and continued, “Everyone in the Imperial City knows that Zhu Minglang is the real face of our Yaoshan Sword Sect.”

Yun Zhonghe didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Before, Yun Zhonghe had been solely focused on defeating Zhu Minglang just once.

Now his goal had changed, becoming how to defeat the woman by his side.

“I will reflect behind closed doors,” Yun Zhonghe said in a low voice.

“Reflecting behind closed doors is unnecessary, that doesn’t bring any benefits to the Yaoshan Sword Sect. I’ll punish you by having you escort resources for some small nations instead. Hone yourself well and take a look at the wider world,” Wu Feng said.

“Yes!” Yun Zhonghe agreed, even as his gaze involuntarily drifted towards Organ City.

Inside Organ City, Zhu Minglang, Nan Lingsha, and Qin Yang were heading towards a larger hillock of stones.

It seemed they had already acquired quite a few treasures, as they had lit the Beacon Bamboo Tube.

The smoke from the Beacon Bamboo Tube was purple, indicating they had possessions of the Purple Level.

The Imperial City hoped that this competition would be more entertaining to watch.

The brocade boxes placed in Organ City were all marked with colors.

And the Beacon Bamboo Tubes given to each disciple entering the city were also distinguished by color.

Spanning from white to blue, then from blue to purple, and finally to purple-red, there were five levels in total.

The treasure within each acquired brocade box was to be reported using the Beacon Bamboo Tube of the corresponding color to the judges patrolling in the sky.

And the judges would only take away the brocade box treasures of the corresponding color, not all of the treasures acquired by a disciple.

The reason for doing this was simple.

It was to increase the competition among all the disciples.

Especially for the good items— if one wanted to claim ownership early, they must light up a Beacon Bamboo Tube of a deeper color, simultaneously signaling to all the nearby disciples that there was a high-level brocade box here!

“Purple and purple-red?” Yun Zhonghe said in surprise.

Zhu Minglang’s area quickly lit up with the highest level of purple-red beacon smoke!

Like the mine deed that Yun Zhonghe just acquired, it was probably just from the third level of brocade boxes.

So the beacon he lit was blue.

Whereas Zhu Minglang first lit the purple smoke of the fourth level, and then even the purple-red smoke of the fifth level!

Just how many treasures does this guy have on him?

How did he get these top-level brocade boxes in such a short time!

The grand competition had been going on for some time now.

Indeed, many places throughout the city of mechanisms had seen wisps of thin beacon smoke rising.

But the most eye-catching beacons in the entire city were definitely the purple and purple-red ones, which made even the ordinary folks and cultivators on the mysterious walls envious.

“Many people are heading towards the purple and purple-red smoke, they all want to fight for the brocade boxes!”

“This is the first time seeing the purple-red beacon smoke, I believe many who consider themselves strong wouldn’t want to miss out on this treasure.”

In a moment, the attentions of people on the mysterious walls and atop various towers throughout the city were also drawn to that purple-red beacon smoke.

The patrolling referees had seen the purple-red smoke as well, one of them with long brown hair flew towards it, his arms spread out like a large goose, clearly one of the God and Mortal.

This referee arrived at Big Stone Hillock quickly. He glanced at the smoke and then at the person who had lit it.

“You can hand over the purple and purple-red brocade boxes to me now, but you need to deal with all the threats around you; only then will they belong to you.” The brown-haired God and Mortal spoke.

Zhu Minglang revealed a smile and said to the referee with the unique hairstyle, “I don’t have a purple-red brocade box.”

“If you don’t have it, why light the beacon!” The brown-haired referee frowned.

“They might have them on their persons.” Zhu Minglang’s smile became even brighter.

The brown-haired referee looked around and noticed that near this hillock, seven or eight groups of people had appeared. They obviously all wanted the purple-red brocade box that Zhu Minglang had on hand.

Soon, the referee understood what this young man was doing!

Using the beacon smoke to lure people over!

Purple-red smoke was the highest level.

Those who dared to compete for it were basically the outstanding big disciples of various large forces.

Since they had been in the city of mechanisms for so long, they must have reaped a lot.

Gather them over.

Catch them all in one fell swoop!

The mine deeds in Zhu Minglang’s hands hadn’t reached the purple-red level.

Considering to search one by one, or to follow others’ beacon smoke, it was better to light the most eye-catching beacon of his own and deceive everyone nearby to come over

“Everyone, the brocade boxes on you, I, Zhu Minglang, want them all!” Zhu Minglang, seeing that those greedy disciples were ready to make a move, arrogantly shouted at the top of his lungs.

All the disciples who arrived at Big Stone Hillock were dumbfounded.

They were the ones who came to rob, how did they end up getting robbed!

Most importantly, they were just three people, on what basis could they rob them!

“Bai Qi, Hei Ya, Qing Zhuo, take care of them!” Zhu Minglang had already called out his three main pets.

The Ice Morning White Dragon in the air let out a long chant.

Icicle barriers fell from the air, trapping those still watching into Big Stone Hillock.

Apart from that, walls of ink rose inexplicably from the ground like an ancient dragon, its massive outline encircled Big Stone Hillock!

Some disciples, upon seeing there was no purple-red brocade box here, wanted to leave, but were immediately locked inside this Dragon Wall!