50: Chapter 50 Sect Selection

"You... why are you stopping me?!"

"He is a murderer! A villain! Why are you protecting him?!"

This roar carried a near-death resentment, yet in the eyes of the Luoxue Sect woman, it could not stir even a ripple.

On the high platform, that moon-white figure remained seated, her posture as cold and aloof as a winter plum on the peak of a snowy mountain.

She did not even lower her head to look at him; she simply lowered her eyelids, her fingertips gently caressing the hilt of her sword, her tone as faint as a falling snowflake.

Yet every word carried the absolute pressure of the Four Great Sects, which stood above secular city lords.

"During the Four Great Sects selection, anyone on the list is temporarily under the protection of the Sect."

"You, a lord of a small city, dare to commit murder in my presence?"

There was no anger in her tone, no reprimand, only naked disdain.

It was as if she were saying that he was unworthy, unqualified, and that he did not even have the qualifications to make her angry.

One sentence made Zhao Shanhe's blood freeze instantly.

He shuddered violently, the rage on his face extinguished as if doused by ice water, replaced by terror, panic, and deep apprehension.

Only then did he suddenly wake up.

The person before him was an envoy of the Luoxue Sect, a member of the Four Great Sects!

She was an existence he could not afford to offend in this lifetime!

Not only had he roared in public, but he had also dared to commit violence in front of an envoy; this was already contempt for the Sect and an offense against his superiors!

At this thought, cold sweat poured from Zhao Shanhe, his wounds burst open again, and blood flowed freely.

He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing all his monstrous hatred, his body trembling uncontrollably; it was forbearance born of extreme fear.

He dared not roar again, dared not be angry again, and even the courage to look up and face the Luoxue Sect woman vanished in an instant.

He could only lower his head, his shoulders heaving violently, but he dared not say another word.

Zhao Shanhe raised his venomous eyes and secretly looked at Ye Yun, who was standing in the arena.

His gaze was filled with unwillingness, madness, and deep-seated hatred, yet it also carried a trace of despair.

Yet Ye Yun, meeting his man-eating gaze, was not only unafraid but instead slowly took a step forward.

His posture was upright, his face handsome, yet the corner of his mouth hooked into an unrestrained, flamboyant, and slightly flirtatious arc.

Ye Yun tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling upon the disheveled and wretched Zhao Shanhe on the ground; his voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the entire arena.

Every word was like a knife, stabbing into Zhao Shanhe's heart.

"City Lord, you want to kill me so much?"

"What a pity, with someone protecting me, you can't even touch a single hair on my head."

His tone was dismissive, his gaze provocative; he completely disregarded this City Lord of Shiyun City.

That unrestrained and flamboyant attitude made the entire audience hold their breath.

That tone, that attitude, was arrogant to the extreme.

Zhao Shanhe was so angry that his whole body trembled, yet he dared not say a word.

He raised his head, his venomous gaze fixed on Ye Yun; his eyes wished to devour Ye Yun alive, but he was helpless.

At this moment, Zhao Shanhe was simply the embodiment of an incompetent father.

On the high platform, the gaze of the Luoxue Sect woman fell upon Ye Yun again; in her cold, clear eyes, there was a faint, fleeting trace of a smile.

The elder of the Lieyang Martial Gate laughed out loud: "Satisfying! This kid has spirit!"

The envoy of the Qingfeng Sword Sect nodded slightly, with a bit more appreciation in his eyes.

Envoy Li of the Tianyang Academy's expression darkened slightly, but he did not dare to say much.

The commoners below watched in stunned silence, then erupted into a series of hushed exclamations.

No one expected that this newly emerged champion of The Great Competition would not only possess Heaven-Defying strength but would also be so composed and unrestrained when facing the City Lord.

Su Wanqing watched from the spectator stand, her heart surging with emotion, her little face flushed, her eyes filled with admiration.

Su Zhennan stroked his beard and smiled, the heavy stone in his heart finally dropping.

Ye Yun met everyone's gaze, standing in place, his posture upright, full of high spirits.

He looked at Zhao Shanhe, his smile deepening: "City Lord, don't be anxious. You can't touch me today, and in the future, I won't forget the debt between us."

As his voice fell, the entire arena fell silent.

Everyone knew—the sky of Shiyun City was about to change.

Zhao Shanhe lay on the ground, his wounds aching painfully, his heart churning with resentment; he still wanted to struggle to speak, attempting to offer a few more justifications.

But just as he was about to move, a gentle yet unquestionable voice fell from the high platform first.

"Enough."

Envoy Li of the Tianyang Academy closed his folding fan and swept a cold, indifferent gaze over him; his tone was not heavy, but it carried the dual pressure of the imperial family and the Sect.

"City Lord Zhao, The Great Competition is settled. The top three are under the protection of the Sects. If you dare to act presumptuously again, you will be an enemy of the Four Great Sects. Are you not going to retreat?"

This reprimand directly blocked all of Zhao Shanhe's retreat paths.

He shuddered, daring not to have any further objections.

He could only grit his teeth, rise in a wretched state with the help of his guards, and cast a fierce, venomous glare at Ye Yun.

In the end, he said nothing and left dejectedly with everyone from the City Lord's mansion.

In that retreating figure, there was not a shred of the City Lord's dignity left, only the wretchedness of a stray dog.

The arena was completely quiet.

The next moment, the atmosphere on the high platform changed abruptly—the snatching of people had begun!

The middle-aged envoy of the Qingfeng Sword Sect was the first to stand, looking at Ye Yun with burning eyes, his tone carrying a rare eagerness.

"Young man, your talent in the Dao of the sword is excellent. Join my Qingfeng Sword Sect, and I will personally teach you sword manuals!"

The hot-tempered elder of the Lieyang Martial Gate even slammed his armrest, his loud voice resounding throughout the arena.

"Kid, come to my Lieyang Martial Gate! We have the fastest Cultivation, the strongest battle prowess, and endless resources!"

Envoy Li of the Tianyang Academy also hurriedly spoke, his smile gentle.

"Young friend Ye Yun, my Tianyang Academy has a profound foundation, imperial support, and a bright future. You should consider it carefully."

Among the three, their enthusiasm for Ye Yun was the most obvious; they were practically scrambling to offer him an olive branch.

As for Wang Yuyan and Han Li on the side, although they were also greeted, they had clearly become supporting roles.

Wang Yuyan stood to the side, a trace of envy flashing in her beautiful eyes, and she gently bit her lip.

Han Li clenched his fists even tighter, his dark face revealing a bit of awkwardness and yearning.

To be fought over by the Four Great Sects—this was an honor they dared not even imagine.

Envoy Li saw this and first turned to look at the two, asking gently.

"Which Sect do you two intend to join?"

Han Li hesitated for a moment, looked at the enthusiastic Lieyang Martial Gate, then at the gentle Tianyang Academy, and finally bowed.

"This Junior... wishes to join the Tianyang Academy."

Envoy Li's smile immediately broadened.

Wang Yuyan looked with her beautiful eyes at the moon-white figure on the high platform and said softly.

"This Junior has long admired the Luoxue Sect and wishes to join the Luoxue Sect to Cultivate."

The envoys of the Qingfeng Sword Sect and the Lieyang Martial Gate heard this and both showed a hint of regret, but they did not force the issue.

At this point, everyone's gaze fell uniformly upon Ye Yun.

The entire arena held its breath.

The commoners, the clan heads, the other envoys, and even Wang Yuyan and Han Li were all curious—which Sect would this suddenly emerged champion choose?

Ye Yun had already made up his mind.

He possessed the dual cultivation critical hit system, and the path of Cultivation was inseparable from having women by his side.

And who in the entire Tianyang Kingdom didn't know that over eighty percent of the Luoxue Sect were female Disciples, each one outstanding in appearance and cold in temperament?

That was no Sect; it was clearly his System paradise!

Ye Yun's mouth curled slightly, and he was about to speak.