CHAPTER 1301: CHAPTER 1302: FOUR SECTS, EIGHT HALLS

"Still more?"

One, two, three mountain peaks weren’t enough; from Chu Fengmian’s Space Ring, an endless stream of magic bones flew out.

It seemed as if the Space Ring contained an infinite number of magic bones.

Each mountain peak was no smaller than the peak Mu Bai had just piled up with magic bones.

It wasn’t just slightly more than Mu Bai; it was several times more.

Seeing the countless magic bones, many martial artists present swallowed hard. How many magic bones were there?

Remember, magic bones could be exchanged for Contribution Points in the Sacred Dragon Secret Realm. With so many, if all exchanged, it would be an astronomical number.

After waiting several minutes, Chu Fengmian finally raised his head slowly.

"That should be enough."

Chu Fengmian muttered to himself casually, and only then did he close the Space Ring.

And the mountains of magic bones before him numbered ten, each no smaller than the one Mu Bai had just shown.

"Ancient Emperor Songzhu, please."

Chu Fengmian looked at Ancient Emperor Songzhu and spoke.

Ancient Emperor Songzhu’s expression kept changing as more magic bones appeared, looking at Chu Fengmian with a bit of astonishment.

Having overseen countless examinations, even he had never seen such a quantity of magic bones.

Ancient Emperor Songzhu said nothing but quietly counted the magic bones.

The entire venue was silent; no one discussed. Every eye was on Ancient Emperor Songzhu.

With so many magic bones, no one could calculate how many there were.

A long time passed.

This counting took a full hour.

Ancient Emperor Songzhu finally raised his head and waved his hand, and on the Water Mirror, Chu Fengmian’s name appeared.

Unsurprisingly, this name hung at the top of the ranking.

As for the number behind it.

"Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions?"

At the moment the number behind Chu Fengmian lit up, everyone present was stunned.

"Thirteen million!"

Not until a martial artist shouted in shock did the silence break.

Thirteen million points.

This number was ten times higher than Mu Bai’s.

"No, impossible, how can there be so many? How is this possible?"

Mu Bai’s face changed dramatically, roaring frantically.

"Cheating, you must have cheated. It’s impossible for one person to hunt so many from the Demon Clan!"

Mu Bai looked at Chu Fengmian and roared frantically.

He knew that behind him was the Mu Emperor Association, and the entire association’s disciples worked for him to hunt the Demon Clan, accumulating just over a million points.

But this time, Chu Fengmian surpassed him tenfold, a possibility he never imagined even in his dreams.

"Presumptuous!"

Hearing Mu Bai’s accusation, Ancient Emperor Songzhu’s face showed displeasure, and he snapped coldly.

This time, Ancient Emperor Songzhu was responsible for the examination. Mu Bai’s accusation of Chu Fengmian cheating was questioning him?

Reprimanded by Ancient Emperor Songzhu, Mu Bai quickly came to his senses, realizing that his anger had clouded his judgment, and he dared not question an ancient emperor.

Not even the Mu family would dare easily provoke an ancient emperor.

Mu Bai quickly bowed to Ancient Emperor Songzhu.

"Disciple was reckless, please forgive me, Ancient Emperor Songzhu."

"Rise."

Ancient Emperor Songzhu spoke calmly, not one to hold a grudge against a youngster given his status.

"As for the bet, I will bear witness to it myself. The winner is Chu Fengmian. Mu Bai, hand over the wager."

Upon hearing these words, Mu Bai’s face became extremely sullen.

He never expected to lose the bet against Chu Fengmian.

He had already gone all in, giving up all his wealth, even betting with the incredibly precious Ancestral Statue Comprehension Order that the Mu family had given him for his high talent.

Now that he had to hand it over, he was a thousand, ten thousand times unwilling.

But it was impossible to renege on the deal before an ancient emperor; otherwise, Ancient Emperor Songzhu might be the first to kill him.

Mu Bai’s face paled and flushed alternately, but in the end, he obediently handed over the fifty thousand Jade Dragon Pills and the Ancestral Statue Comprehension Order.

The moment these five Universe Gourds and the Ancestral Statue Comprehension Order were handed over, they were swept away by a surge of spiritual power and flew to Chu Fengmian.

"These are yours now."

Ancient Emperor Songzhu spoke to Chu Fengmian.

"Thank you, Ancient Emperor."

Chu Fengmian quickly collected the five Universe Gourds and the Ancestral Statue Comprehension Order.

The fifty thousand Jade Dragon Pills were nothing to him, but the Ancestral Statue Comprehension Order was what he needed most now.

"Alright, the ranking for this examination is now set. First place, Chu Fengmian; second place, Mu Bai; third place, Niu Xi..."

Ancient Emperor Songzhu read out the names according to the list.

For ordinary martial artists or demon gods, the second place was already something to be proud of. But to Mu Bai’s ears now, it sounded extremely harsh and even insulting.

This time he lost, utterly and completely, which made his hatred for Chu Fengmian grow more intense, vowing to eventually kill Chu Fengmian.

This intense killing intent was known to all, but Chu Fengmian paid it no mind.

A mere Mu Bai was nothing, just a source of amusement for Chu Fengmian. His true goal was to stand at the pinnacle of the All Heavens, and the entire Sacred Dragon Secret Realm was just a stepping stone.

As for Mu Bai, he was but an ant under Chu Fengmian’s feet, easily crushed.

"Everyone, wait in the plaza. The recruitment event is about to begin and will determine your affiliations!"

Ancient Emperor Songzhu spoke calmly.

The recruitment event.

For all newcomers, it was the most significant event.

The ranking of the Four Sects and Eight Schools in the Sacred Dragon Secret Realm varied; joining a particular one would determine their future achievements.

Though, according to the rules of the Sacred Dragon Secret Realm, one could move from one sect to another.

Yet few could do so, not even one in a hundred. For most disciples of the Sacred Dragon Secret Realm, joining a certain sect or school determined their lifelong allegiance.

Not even half an hour passed in waiting.

Suddenly, several figures appeared in the sky.

The newcomers were at least Six-Tribulation True Emperors, overlooking the crowd from above.

"They are from the Eight Schools."

The dozen figures seemed to belong to eight different forces, pertaining to the elders of the Eight Schools, now evaluating the countless martial artists and demon gods in the plaza.