627: Chapter 627 The Token for Picking Up Bargains

The battle between the two factions was far too noisy.

Spiritual light shot into the sky, mountains collapsed, and the sounds of fighting carried for a thousand miles.

Cultivators within a radius of hundreds of miles were startled and rushed over from every direction.

Gradually, quite a few people gathered nearby.

Some hovered in mid-air, some crouched on mountaintops, and others hid behind the bushes, exposing only pairs of eyes.

Everyone's gaze fell upon that battlefield shrouded in spiritual light, landing on those figures amidst the flying blood and gore.

"Am I seeing things? These are all Prodigies from first-rate Family powers." A tall, thin Loose Cultivator widened his eyes, his voice hushed.

"That's right, those few are all Prodigies from the five major powers." The person beside him replied, pointing around through the crowd, "The one using the sword is from the Xuanyuan Immortal Clan, the one using fire is from the Heavenly Palace, and that woman there is the Saintess of the Canglan Holy Land."

"Is this internal strife among the five major powers?"

"Who knows what they're doing." The tall, thin man licked his lips, his eyes gleaming. "Forget it, we'll loot the corpses later. They must have plenty of treasures on them."

No one refuted him.

On the battlefield, spiritual light was still exploding, and blood and gore were still flying.

The number of Cultivators watching from afar increased, filling the nearby mountaintops densely.

Some brought out a shadow recording stone to secretly record the great battle; some took out a Medicinal Pill to heal in silence, preparing to enter the field after the fighting finished; others whispered and discussed in low voices.

Although it was a Grand Competition, opportunities to observe a battle of this level were still rare.

Therefore, everyone tacitly kept watching, and no one made a move. Everyone knew that rushing in now would be suicide.

In the crowd, five more people arrived.

At the front was Qin Yu, her pace unhurried. Behind her followed Tan Yun, Yan Nuo, Han Feng, and Nangong Xue.

Someone beside her glanced at Qin Yu and kindly reminded her, "Fellow Daoist, don't get too close, lest you be caught in the crossfire."

Qin Yu didn't even glance at him.

"Sigh, if you don't listen to the advice of the experienced, you'll suffer for it." The man shook his head, sighed, and stepped back a few paces.

Nangong Xue stood on tiptoes and peered toward the battlefield, her eyes lighting up. "Wow, over a thousand corpses! That's over a thousand tokens!"

She leaned close to Qin Yu, smiling, "I'll help you pick them up later, how about it?"

Qin Yu glanced at her and shook her head with a smile.

She stepped forward and raised her hand in a beckoning motion—the qiankun rings from the corpses on the ground seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, turning into streaks of light that flew from all directions into her palm.

She twirled her fingers, and the competition tokens floated out from the rings, dense and shimmering with spiritual light.

She nodded in satisfaction, put the tokens into her qiankun ring, and clapped her hands.

The people nearby looked at her with varied expressions. Some widened their eyes, some gaped in speechlessness, some stepped back half a pace, and some had a flash of greed in their eyes, which was quickly suppressed.

"Fellow Daoist, are you not following the rules?" A middle-aged Cultivator finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Exactly," someone nearby chimed in, "They haven't even finished fighting, and you're already picking up scraps? That's just too..."

Qin Yu glanced at them and smiled. "Rules? This is the Grand Competition; are there such rules?"

The person who spoke froze, opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found he had nothing to say.

Qin Yu withdrew her gaze and continued to watch the battlefield.

Time passed bit by bit.

The spiritual light on the battlefield gradually dissipated.

Over a thousand corpses lay scattered across the ground, blood seeping into the soil and forming dark red streams. The air was filled with a thick, nauseating stench of blood that made people want to vomit.

Qin Yu stood at the edge of the battlefield, fiddling with the tokens she had just collected, her gaze calmly watching the few remaining scattered skirmishes in the distance.

Tan Yun and the other three stood behind her, no one speaking.

In the end, only a dozen or so of Yan Feng's people remained, all of them severely injured, and they crushed their Teleportation Talismans to escape.

It wasn't that Xuanyuan Yao's side didn't want to wipe them out completely, but Yan Feng's side still had trump cards that hadn't been exhausted. If they wanted to escape, they couldn't be caught.

When the difference in strength isn't significant, it's just that helpless.

Xuanyuan Yao looked around the battlefield, which was in ruins; the mountain peaks had been leveled, and the stench of blood assaulted the air.

Her gaze turned toward the nearby mountaintops, which were densely packed with onlookers.

Some were Cultivators from second or third-rate powers, some were Loose Cultivators with no sect or faction, and there were also a few masked guys whose origins were unclear.

"What are you looking at?" She coldly shouted.

"Fairy, this person picked up many of your tokens." A man pointed at Qin Yu and shouted loudly.

Xuanyuan Yao looked at Qin Yu, her eyes turning cold—she always felt that Qin Yu looked familiar. After all, Qin Yu's features looked somewhat similar to yours.

"So it was you who picked up our tokens?" Xuanyuan Yao looked at Qin Yu.

"Is there a rule stating one cannot pick them up?" Qin Yu said indifferently.

Nangong Xue hurriedly stepped forward and looked at Xuanyuan Yao: "Senior Sister Yao, this is my friend. Please, for the sake of my Face..."

Xuanyuan Yao raised her hand to interrupt her: "What Face do you have?"

Nangong Xue prepared to speak again, but Qin Yu raised her hand to stop her and looked at Xuanyuan Yao: "What, do you want to fight me?"

Sacred Land Saint Son and Holy Maiden Shen Mengqi walked over, smiling as they sized up Qin Yu.

Luo Jiuchen looked at Qin Yu repeatedly, then suddenly his eyes lit up: "Are you a Junior Sister from my academy?"

Qin Yu belonged to the academy, and she and Luo Jiuchen had come together with the academy's mentor, so Luo Jiuchen had seen her before.

Holy Maiden Shen Mengqi glanced at Qin Yu, her tone flat: "This Fairy looks very familiar; let's just give the tokens to her. We have no use for them anyway."

She was indeed speaking the truth. For Prodigies like them, the rewards of the Grand Competition were optional.

Their original intention for coming here was to gain experience and kill enemies. It was rare for the Heavenly Palace to hold a Grand Competition where life or death didn't matter; these Prodigies who had been in seclusion for years truly wanted to experience a real battle from the bottom of their hearts.

Xuanyuan Yao took a deep breath. Although her tone softened, she was still blunt: "Even if you are a Junior Sister from the academy, is it appropriate for you to watch us deal with the Heavenly Palace faction while you sit back and reap the benefits?"

Qin Yu smiled: "Doesn't standing guard count as contributing?"

"Standing guard?" Sacred Land Saint Son raised an eyebrow.

Qin Yu raised her hand and pointed at the hundreds of onlookers nearby: "Look at these people; aren't they all eyeing you covetously? Because I am standing here, they dare not move."

Xuanyuan Yao smiled and replied: "If that's the case..."

She paused and looked at the hundreds of Cultivators nearby, "Everyone, you may take her tokens as you please; we will not interfere."

After speaking, she looked at Qin Yu with a smile: "Junior Sister surely won't mind, right?"

Qin Yu smiled, not replying.

After hearing Xuanyuan Yao's words, the people nearby immediately understood what she meant.

Hundreds of gazes all fell upon Qin Yu.