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    Translator: Tamon

    Translation Checker: Silavin

     

    The 32129 Immortal Blast Talismans made sure nothing survived, making it impossible to even see through all the deadly light show.

     

    Once it cleared, the people looked dumb.

     

    There was nothing to see.

     

    The two were nowhere to be found.

     

    Bai Yue’s nine tails should’ve put an end to the match, but Mo Wentian wasn’t about to go down without one last try, taking her down with him.

     

    Mo Wentian was sharp, pushing back at every chance to wrestle victory from the jaws of defeat. Until now, at least.

     

    Qin Xiuwen smiled. “You have my respect, Mo Wentian.”

     

    Qinq Yunfei’s eyes shone.

     

    “Mutual destruction. How will Senior declare the disciple contest?”

     

    Zhuang Xue’s bright eyes blinked, finding this ending beyond her imagination, having always believed Bai Yue would win.

     

    The cultivators erupted in chatter.

     

    “They both died.”

     

    “What terrifying talismans! Not even Bai Yue could take it.”

     

    “But who won?”

     

    “Maybe there isn’t a winner?”

     

    “No way, there has to be.”

     

    “We’ll just have to wait for Senior’s decision.”

     

    The screen’s image shifted to show the top of the Trial Tower.

     

    The Nine Province Cauldron flashed with Dao power.

     

    “The cauldron!”

     

    “The Nine Province Cauldron, Heavenly Dao Protector! Who will it be?”

     

    Chen Changan appeared by its side and it fell in his hand.

     

    The cauldron fought against his control, to no avail.

     

    Absolute power put it in its place, even more so as it cracked.

     

    The cauldron lost all will to resist in a panic.

     

    Chen Changan used Ruler of Life and Death to bring back the two finalists.

     

    Bai Yue was used to Chen Changan’s insane skills, but hung her head from ending up dying against Mo Wentian.

     

    [I failed Senior.]

     

    Her eyes dimmed, unable to reach her goal of winning the disciple contest.

     

    It was the only way for her to prove her right to be his disciple.

     

    She was ashamed.

     

    Mo Wentian flinched as he came back, touching himself all over.

     

    “Eh~, I’m alive?”

     

    Chen Changan chuckled.

     

    “Only I say when you can die.”

     

    Mo Wentian gasped, filled with even more respect.

     

    The Immortal Emperor was shocked silly.

     

    “Revival! Why does such a power even exist in this world?”

     

    Mo Wentian mocked, “Old man, now you know Senior’s might. Told ya I’ll only have Senior for Master.”

     

    The Immortal Emperor was silent, having no comeback after Chen Changan’s casual display of breaking natural order.

     

    All in all, he was inscrutable.

     

    Chen Changan toyed with the cauldron as he smiled.

     

    “Mo Wentian, whispering sweet nothings there?”

     

    Mo Wentian flinched in disbelief.

     

    The Immortal Emperor was panicking.

     

    [He knows?!]

     

    [No, no way.] He was hiding in Mo Wentian’s mind and only he could allow himself to be seen. No one could scan Mo Wentian’s mind to find him out.

     

    Chen Changan chuckled.

     

    Nine Province Continent’s native geniuses were nothing like Immortal Domain’s.

     

    There was no true fairness in the disciple contest.

     

    Bai Yue herself used Tai Chi he imparted to her.

     

    While Mo Wentian had Immortal Equipment and a geezer in his mind to prop him up.

     

    They were all part of each of their skill set.

     

    In short, life wasn’t fair.

     

    “Bai Yue, Mo Wentian, in the final fight of the disciple contest, you’ve both fallen, meaning there’s no winner.”

     

    His voice traveled beyond their ears and reached every cultivator within the Absolute Domain.

     

    Bai Yue pursed her lips.

     

    Mo Wentian sighed. “Senior, I didn’t have a choice. I’d have lost without the Immortal Blast Talismans. At least now fellow Daoist Bai Yue and I are on the same level.”

     

    He chuckled.

     

    “I did want to win, but I’m happy with that ending. As for who won the disciple contest, I leave it to Senior to decide.”

     

    Chen Changan nodded. “Good.”

     

    He walked before Mo Wentian.

     

    He was a head taller, looking majestic and lofty.

     

    Mo Wentian was tense.

     

    Being found out of having an Immortal Emperor in his mind, was obvious cheating.

     

    [Will I be disqualified?]

     

    Chen Changan placed his hand on Mo Wentian’s shoulder.

     

    “Brother Mo, you’ve done well. I’m glad you came this far.”

     

    Mo Wentian looked up at him with confusion.

     

    [Brother Mo?]

     

    Only Jiang Xiaobai called him that.

     

    [Why is Senior using the same address?]

     

    Bai Yue was at a loss.

     

    [They know each other?]

     

    “S-senior…”

     

    Chen Changan’s face turned into a plain one, that belonged in every crowd.

     

    Mo Wentian cried out, “Brother Jiang!

     

    “It’s you?”

     

    “I only used this face to disguise myself.”

     

    The scene was privy to only the two of them.

     

    Chen Changan made sure to block the screens.

     

    “How unexpected, right?” Chen Changan smiled.

     

    Mo Wentian was still shocked then scratched his head with a smile.

     

    [Brother Jiang is the supreme being all this time. How awkward.]

     

    He even called himself Chen Changan’s son when they met.

     

    “Let’s leave that between us. It’s better if the world doesn’t jump to the wrong conclusion.”

     

    Chen Changan’s features returned to his perfect looks, while also lifting the ban on the screens.

     

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