633: Chapter 633 The Grand Competition Ends

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and continued to read.

"Void Refinement Stage rankings."

"First place, Young Master Clumsy, ninety-eight tokens."

The plaza fell silent.

It was not whispering, but dead silence.

Ninety-eight Void Refining tokens.

How many Void Refining Cultivators were there in the Secret Realm in total?

The point was not the number, but that Void Refining Cultivators were difficult to kill.

Some swallowed hard, some took a step back, and some subconsciously looked at the Clumsy man in the crowd who was looking around.

Qin Han stood in the crowd, licked his lips, and muttered, "Only ninety-eight? I thought there were one hundred."

The people nearby heard him, and their legs went weak.

"Second place, Lin Feng, seventeen tokens."

Lin Feng stood in the crowd, expressionless.

Seventeen tokens; the gap between him and first place was too large.

But he did not feel unconvinced.

That Clumsy guy is a Prodigy.

One cannot compare oneself to a Prodigy.

"Third place, Sword Nameless, fourteen tokens."

Sword Nameless stood with his arms crossed holding his sword, his expression calm.

"Fourth place, Yun Miao, eleven tokens."

"Fifth place, Yu Tiankuo, nine tokens."

Elder Qi announced the rankings with a straight face, his voice as cold as ice shards.

When the rankings were finished being announced, he raised his hand, and streaks of light flew out, with a qiankun ring floating in front of each of these people.

"The prizes have been distributed to your respective qiankun rings; please check them yourselves."

He did not read the prize list.

No one cared about the prize list.

Everyone's gaze fell on those three people.

Qin Yu, first place in the Nascent Soul Stage.

Qin Han, first place in the Void Refinement Stage.

And Yun Xiaozi, the first place in the Soul Transformation Stage in their eyes.

None of them were from the Heavenly Palace.

Whether it was a coincidence or destiny, the three of them happened to be Human, Demon, and Devil.

The Heavenly Palace held the Grand Competition on their own turf, only for outsiders to take all three first places.

Elder Qi's face burned, as if he had been slapped.

He took a deep breath, scanned the crowd, and said indifferently:

"I announce that the Heavenly Palace Grand Competition has officially ended."

As Elder Qi's words fell, countless Cultivators in the plaza breathed a sigh of relief.

When that breath was exhaled, some bent over with their hands on their knees, some sat down on the ground, and some sighed towards the sky, like drowning victims pulled from the water who had finally stepped onto the shore.

Still alive.

It is good to be alive.

Many people crowded around Qin Yu.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, when will you be free to come to my estate for a chat?" A Cultivator in brocade robes squeezed to the front, smiling until his face wrinkled.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, my Immortal Cave recently obtained a pot of ten-thousand-year spiritual tea, please do me the honor..."

"Fellow Daoist Qin..."

Qin Yu frowned, said nothing, and did not look at them.

Nangong Xue stood behind her and whispered, "You are famous now, but I always feel it is not a good thing."

Tan Yun, Yan Nuo, and Han Feng nodded simultaneously, neither of them saying a word.

Qin Yu scanned the area and also discovered countless gazes looking at her—some with goodwill, some with jealousy, and some with hostility.

Of course, such looks were common in the crowd.

For example, Xuanyuan Yao and her group were glaring fiercely at Yan Feng and his group.

Yan Feng stood among the Heavenly Palace crowd, head lowered, not daring to look at her, his clenched fists trembling slightly.

Mo Wentian stood behind Xuanyuan Yao and said indifferently, "The Grand Competition is over."

Xuanyuan Yao did not reply, her gaze still pinned on Yan Feng.

Mo Wentian added, "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Xuanyuan Yao took a deep breath and withdrew her gaze.

On the other side, a group of people also surrounded Qin Han.

Xuanyuan Mu stood with his hands behind his back, his tone steady, "Fellow Daoist Clumsy, I wonder if you are interested in joining our Xuanyuan Immortal Clan? We will definitely treat you as an honored guest."

Qin Han tilted his head to look at him, saying nothing.

Patriarch squeezed forward, smiling enthusiastically, "Fellow Daoist Clumsy, consider my Wuji Immortal Sect. My Sect has a profound foundation, thousands of Cultivation Techniques, and countless Spirit Treasures..."

"Spirit Treasures?" Qin Han's eyes lit up, "Are they edible?"

Patriarch froze for a moment, his mouth twitching, "Spirit Treasures... are not for eating."

"Oh," Qin Han's interest vanished instantly, and he muttered, "My daddy feeds me Spirit Treasures."

Patriarch heard his words clearly, and his mouth twitched.

Lin Feng crossed his arms, his tone casual, "Fellow Daoist Clumsy, I think nothing is as carefree as being a Loose Cultivator. Why don't you and I travel together, visiting the Demon Domain, the Devil Realm, and the Immortal Realm... and eating all the delicacies in the Immortal Realm, how about it?"

Qin Han turned his head sharply to look at Lin Feng, licking his tongue, "Really?"

"Really."

Qin Han's eyes lit up like two stars. He leaned closer to Lin Feng, his nose twitching as if smelling something.

"You smell like meat."

Lin Feng's mouth twitched, "I roasted a Green-Scaled Flying Crane in the Secret Realm yesterday."

"Is it delicious?"

"It's alright."

"Treat me to some?"

"Sure."

Xuanyuan Mu and Patriarch looked at each other and shook their heads with a smile.

A group of people also surrounded Yun Xiaozi.

Chu Yiyi stood at the very front, smiling, "Fellow Daoist Yun, thank you for your care over this past year. If there is a chance in the future, I will treat you to Spring Heart Brew."

Jingkong pressed his palms together, solemn and upright, "Amitabha, Benefactor Yun, one cannot just drink Spring Heart Brew casually."

Gu Lingshuang pushed him away, "Damn bald donkey, get lost."

Jingkong was pushed, stumbling a step, but he was not angry; he shook his head and muttered, "Amitabha, rude, so rude."

Gu Lingshuang couldn't be bothered with him and looked at Yun Xiaozi, "Fellow Daoist Yun, if you have any trouble in the future, come to the Gu Family to find me. If you can't beat them, I'll help you call for backup."

Tang Zhan stood at the very back and only said two words, "Take care."

Yun Xiaozi waved his hand with a smile and squeezed out of the crowd.

He walked with his hands in his pockets, his steps lazy, reaching the edge of the plaza.

Venerable Cang Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his gray robes fluttering gently in the wind, blending into the crowd as if he were the most inconspicuous one.

Yun Xiaozi walked to his side, tilting his head, "Old man, are we leaving?"

Venerable Cang Xuan did not move.

His gaze calmly watched Elder Qi, who was suspended in mid-air, and the inspectors in the pavilion.

"Stay a while longer," he said, his voice very soft, "there is a good show to watch."

Hearing the words "good show," Yun Xiaozi's eyes lit up, and he looked around, his head turning like a rattle-drum.

"Where? Where is the good show?"

Venerable Cang Xuan did not answer.

Yun Xiaozi stood on his tiptoes, stretching his neck, scanning back and forth in the crowd.

Just at this moment,

Xuanyuan Ziyan in one of the pavilions stood up.

Her gaze landed directly on you.

"Star Lord of Nanyang."

Her voice was not loud, but the entire plaza heard it clearly.

"Do you remember what you said a year ago?"

Everyone quieted down and looked up at you in the pavilion.