CHAPTER 1079: RED POPPIES

It was actually Zhong Limeng who won...

Tens of thousands of disciples stood in stunned silence, unable to believe it at first.

After a brief lull, $2urmurs of disbelief gradually gave way to spreading joy. Excited smiles swept across the crowd, and cheers erupted through the skies of Cangyun Heavenly Palace!

"Sister Zhong Limeng is the victor..."

"Hahaha! Sister Zhong Limeng will become the Chief Disciple!"

"Justice prevails in this world!"

"All her hardships were worth it—Sister Zhong Limeng is truly chosen by fate!"

"Long live the Palace Master!!!"

The sea of disciples bowed in reverence, their congratulations surging like tides.

The outcome of the Chief Disciple competition seemed to symbolize righteousness triumphing over power. Nanli Qingming earned boundless admiration as disciples continued cheering in celebration.

Their unrestrained roars felt like the release of years of pent-up frustration!

On the high platform, $2anli Qingming gazed down at the massive crowd, his pupils flickering slightly.

His eyes lingered on Zhong Limeng, who was bowing in emotional gratitude, his gaze filled with profound meaning.

The elite masters of the Heavenly Sects beside him seized the moment to offer their felicitations.

"Congratulations, Palace Master Nanli!"

"For Cangyun Heavenly Palace to nurture such a prodigy—her future is limitless!"

"Our respects to you, Daoist Nanli! We hope for your continued favor in the future!"

"Congratulations!"

The seven masters wore expressions of envy, their flattery delivered with impeccable timing.

Nanli Qingming understood their intentions perfectly.

If even he could discern that Zhong Limeng must have an extraordinary background, how could these seasoned experts miss it?

With her presence, the Heavenly Palace would become unshakable—no wonder they were so obsequious.

Yet, he refrained from exposing their motives, merely clasping his hands in graceful reciprocation.

"You honor me too much, esteemed friends!"

His demeanor radiated undisguised triumph.

The seven masters could only suppress their envy.

Bitter as they were, they recognized reality—especially given the sheer weight of those hundred thousand demonic corpses.

For a moment, $2rom the jade steps of the high platform to the outermost disciples in the training grounds, $2ll of Cangyun Heavenly Palace was engulfed in euphoria!

Meanwhile, Zhong Limeng covered her lips with trembling fingers, tears glistening in her eyes as the final verdict echoed in her mind.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined winning after so many twists and turns.

Even more unimaginable was the truth about the ring Elder Wei had given her—it had concealed such an overwhelming army of demonic corpses.

How laughable that she'd once feared a trap and hesitated to open it.

Gazing at the surrounding senior brothers, her heart swelled with emotion.

Memories of past struggles surfaced, gratitude overflowing her expression—even Yi Feng, whom she'd met only briefly at Shui Hanxing, now occupied her nostalgic thoughts...

Yet she still couldn't fathom why Elder Wei had helped her so profoundly, nor the origin of those hundred thousand demonic corpses...

Amidst the jubilant laughter and tidal waves of celebration, $2nly Fu Haotian stood with a face dark as stormclouds.

He glared venomously at Zhong Limeng, watching her surrounded by adoring crowds until fury overwhelmed him.

Suddenly raising his head, he gnashed his teeth toward the high platform!

"Nanli Qingming!"

"The Chief Disciple position was always mine—destined to be mine from birth!"

"How dare you let Zhong Limeng steal what's rightfully mine! Have you forgotten my grandfather's standing? When his wrath descends upon you, can your pathetic palace endure it!?"

His roar silenced the surroundings, countless disciples whipping their heads in shock.

Under the public gaze, Fu Haotian's veins bulged grotesquely on his forehead, bloodshot eyes glaring as he pointed accusingly—his trembling fingers aimed directly at the Palace Master upon the high platform!

Witnessing such brazen audacity, hearing the Palace Master's name shouted disrespectfully before tens of thousands, the disciples gaped in disbelief.

Who could have imagined...

The usually refined Young Master Fu would reveal such ugly desperation, shamelessly throwing tantrums before the entire assembly.

His frenzied, red-faced tantrum left no doubt—rage had stripped him of all reason.