The Ancient Godly Monarch
Chapter 143: I want you to lose

His hair was dark like black ink. Blood dyed the ancient spear red.

Qin Wentian was standing there, similar to the ancient war god. The youth of last year no longer existed after the transformation. His battle intent rose indefinitely, bursting forward without a doubt.

At this moment, the crowd could sense that Luo Qianqiu was no longer confident. After personally witnessing Qin Wentian destroy Sikong Mingyue, they could vaguely sense that perhaps Qin Wentian did indeed have the power to defeat Luo Qianqiu and compete for the position of first ranker.

Right now, they had already forgotten about their bets. Their eyes were filled with intense anticipation for the young genius of the Heavenly Challenger who had just risen, waiting for him to reach this final 'round' of fate. If he succeeded, this incident would become a legend that would last for a thousand years.

Would Qin Wentian really be able to defeat Luo Qianqiu?

Luo Qianqiu took a step forward in the face of Qin Wentian's ancient spear. His battle intent also soared into the sky.

"Rest for four hours."

Right before their two auras collided, an indifferent sounding voice belonging to the old figure standing beside Chu Tianjiao floated out.

What the fuck! This caused the faces of the spectators to become dumbfounded, as dissatisfaction and anger were seen in the air. Since Qin Wentian and Luo Qianqiu were already ready for battle, why would they still need to rest?

What the hell is going on?

However, no matter how dissatisfied they were, the decision still lay with the old figure. They had no choice but to wait four hours to wake up.

Qin Wentian furrowed his brows as he turned his gaze to the old figure. Wh why?

"The two of you should rest now so that you can fight with all your might later." The old figure continued, leaving Luo Qianqiu and Qin Wentian with no choice but to nod their heads. Since the judge had already spoken, there was no choice but to wait.

"I'm sure you all should be tired by now. Why not take a break and enjoy the show later? ”Chu Tianjiao laughed as he spoke to the crowd.

Although the spectators were very unwilling, they could only forcefully smile as they continued chatting with each other.

Luo Qianqiu left the platform after seemingly being summoned by someone.

"Qin Wentian, do you mind coming here to chat?"

At this moment, a sound of sound floated out. The crowd's gaze shifted, focusing on someone standing next to Chu Tianjiao.

This person was precisely a middle-aged man with a few words. As soon as he spoke, his words caused the crowd's disciples to narrow in confusion. He wanted Qin Wentian to chat?

The spectators who had authority and status all knew the origin of this man. As he invited Qin Wentian, the hearts of many people, especially those from the Ye and Ou Clans, started pounding wildly in panic.

Indeed, with Qin Wentian's talent, he would definitely be noticed within Jun Lin Banquet. After all, he was the one who defeated Sikong Mingyue.

Even if they had enmity with Qin Wentian, they could not fail to recognize his talent. If they were in the same position as the Nine Mystical Palace, they also wanted to recruit Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian stored the ancient spear as his biting blood slowly calmed down. After his shackles opened, in the face of the boundless suffering borne by his unwavering determination, he was now able to control the power of his Bloodline Boundaries.

Jumping over the platform, Qin Wentian appeared in front of the middle-aged man. The young men standing near them all stared at him with a flash of sharpness in their eyes.

These youths should also be from the same place as Luo Qianqiu. Their strength was incredible, without a doubt.

"Let's go to the back and drink a few glasses." The middle-aged man turned around as he led Qin Wentian to the room behind Chu Tianjiao, where there was already a banquet table prepared.

After they sat down, the attendant poured the wine cup for them. The middle-aged man raised his cup and smiled, “Talents are amazing. Are you interested in joining our Nine Mystical Palace? "

Qin Wentian was frozen. Indeed, this person was from the Nine Mystical Palace.

The Nine Mystical Palaces were the power behind Chu and hence were undeniable. If he were to join the Nine Mystical Palace, it would mean Qin Wentian's future path would be smooth and unobstructed

However, the conversation with the Mustang earlier caused a barrier to appear in his heart.

It was as if the Nine Mystical Palace had a vested interest in the Heavenly Star Pavilion of the Star Emperor Academy. If he agreed to join the Nine Mystical Palace, the Nine Mystical Palace would make him oppose the opposition of the Star Emperor Academy. This is something he doesn't want to do.

"Senior, what about Jun Lin Banquet's competition this year?" Ask Qin Wentian. He wanted to make sure that Luo Qianqiu's mission was to enter the Heavenly Star Pavilion, related to the Nine Mystical Palace.

"I want you to lose." The middle-aged man laughed as he raised his cup to Qin Wentian, his voice sounding extremely calm as if he was talking about something insignificant.

However, Qin Wentian's disciples narrowed. Seeing how the other party was smiling, he felt a chill strike at his heart.

I want you to lose!

Five simple words, but the meaning contained in them is very clear. Qin Wentian already had the answer.

"Don't worry, as long as you are willing to join Nine Mystical Palace, what you will get as a reward will far surpass what the winner Junquet Banquet can bestow on you. you should clearly know what power the Nine Mystical Palace has. Not only that, I truly admire your talent. "The middle-aged man continued to smile," However, due to some other factor, you, have to lose the next battle. Luo Qianqiu should obtain first rank. As for the slight misunderstanding between the two of you, I will step up to mediate. "

Qin Wentian fell silent, feeling the pressure.

Naturally, he was unwilling to give up. As he stepped on Jun Lin Banquet's stage, he had already told himself that he would compete for the top rank. Even if it was difficult, he would accept it without regret. But to think that now, the Nine Mystic Palaces actually told him that they wanted him to lose?

He didn't want to lose, let alone lose on purpose. But the pressure from the Nine Mystical Palace was like a huge mountain pressing down on his back.

“There is still time, consider carefully. What we can give is something that the Star Emperor Academy will never be able to provide. Based on your talent, the right choice is to join the Nine Mystical Palace. ”The middle-aged man continued to smile as he left, leaving Qin Wentian sitting there alone.

Although the smile on the middle-aged man's face never wavered, Qin Wentian understood that no one knew what evil thoughts were beneath that smiling facade.

Finishing the wine in his cup, Qin Wentian also departed from the area.

"Have you thought about it?" The middle-aged man asked with a smile as Qin Wentian passed by him.

"I'll think about it." Qin Wentian did not directly agree or refuse before returning to the platform. At this moment, some people among the crowd were secretly speculating. What was the representative of the Nine Mystical Palace talking to him when he was summoned earlier?

They should have wanted to recruit Qin Wentian to the Nine Mystical Palace, right? Since that was the case, did Qin Wentian agree to it?

Qin Wentian ignored the gazes of the crowd and closed his eyes. Taking out two Yuan Meteor Stones, he wanted to adjust his body to optimal conditions and immediately enter Anatta's state.

No one knew what he was thinking, and other than Qin Wentian, no one else knew exactly what had just happened.

Time passed by slowly, and the crowd grew increasingly impatient.

Based on the latest payout rate calculated by Drunken Wonder, Luo Qianqiu and Qin Wentian's chances of getting the championship were 1:2.

After the new payout rate came out, many people started betting on Qin Wentian. They felt that the current Qin Wentian had a higher possibility of becoming a champion. Their expectations of Qin Wentian were even greater and stronger compared to their belief in Luo Qianqiu.

Luo Qianqiu was born with a golden spoon in her mouth. From the very beginning, she was already determined to become the strongest contestant. However, Qin Wentian was a dark horse. With his cultivation base at the 7th level of the Arterial Circulation, he slaughtered his way here. Such a twist of fate caused many of the hearts of the spectators to pound violently. They hoped that they would be like Qin Wentian, slaughtering the ranks one by one until they reached the top.

One could say that the bets placed on Qin Wentian were no longer purely due to the pursuit of profits, but because of their inner emotions, as well as the type of faith.

They expect to see something different.

They also hoped that they would witness history being created. If the name Qin Wentian shook the world a thousand years from now, this battle would become a fairy tale legend.

Four hours passed quickly, but they felt like an eternity to the spectators. It was as if several days had passed before the old figure announced the start of the next battle.

At this moment, the entire space was silent as everyone quietly focused on the two silhouettes standing in opposition to each other. Last Battle of Banquet Jun Lin – Luo Qianqiu against Qin Wentian. Will this battle be recorded in Chu's historical history?

The lightning arches could be seen flashing about Luo Qianqiu's body, which looked similar to the Lightning God as he stood there motionlessly.

Qin Wentian had an ancient spear in his hand, and his blood started to clot again. Although his efforts to calm the strength of his previous bloodline left him somewhat exhausted, he still had enough energy for this final battle.

When the Astral Energy in his body started flowing, at that moment, Qin Wentian's face turned extremely unsightly!

"COME!" Luo Qianqiu roared. He swooped at Qin Wentian, exploding with his palm. Qin Wentian turned pale as he attacked with an ancient spear. His strength was very far from behind when he fought with Sikong Mingyue.

With a rumbling sound, Qin Wentian's body was thrown into the air before slamming into the ground with a thud, spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"It's…"

All the spectators were shocked. Qin Wentian actually lost this much just in the first exchange? Is the difference between the two contestants really that great?

Many expressions of sadness and disappointment were clearly visible on their faces. Are they misjudging?

"Why?" Qin Wentian's eyes were filled with boundless anger as he stared straight at the middle-aged man standing near the Azure Dragon Jade Emperor's Seat.

He only drank a small cup of wine in these four hours.

At this moment, the Astral Energy in his body ran berserk.

"I want you to lose." As Qin Wentian recalled the resolute and resolute voice of the middle-aged man, his heart sank with anger and hatred. The Nine Mystical Palace wanted him to lose!

TN Notes:

Anatta – Buddhist Concepts about 'selfless'