My Disciple Died Yet Again (200 and above)

Chapter 311: Can the Gift be Converted to Cash?

Chapter 311: Can the Gift be Converted to Cash?

The entire place was in a sullen mood. Forget about Ness Cesary Sect which hosted the tournament, the faces of the people from other clans and sects did not look all that good either.

Among the top three of each of the Essence and Foundation categories, other than the champions being wandering practitioners, the runner-up of the Foundation category was also a wandering practitioner brought here by Hua Lin as well. There were only a total of six people, and Wandering City actually occupied half of the positions.

When did wandering practitioners become so incredible? Why weren't they aware of it?

In an instant, everyone could not help but worry about the Azoth Core category as well. It couldn't be that wandering practitioners would win it as well, right?

"Grandma." A voice transmission suddenly sounded in Zhu Yao's ears. She looked around, and her eyes landed on a tall youth in the outer ring who was nodding at her. "Grandma, it really is you. You're finally back."

"Student Little Cang?"

"Mn." He hurriedly nodded. "It's been five years. I thought that I would no longer be able to see grandma."

"..." Why did she feel like he was cursing her to die?

Zhu Yao sized him up for a moment. So this is the male protagonist all grown up. He sure has grown taller, and his looks have changed as well. If not for the word 'bug' on his face, she really wouldn't have been able to recognize him. In the past, he had a face with common features, like a random passerby. Now that he had grown... He still looked like a passerby. It was too hard to discern him from anyone else.

"Not bad, student Little Cang. You managed to form your Azoth Core so quickly, rather incredible."

"It's already been five years..." He smiled, replying. Earlier, I saw Brother Bai's battles. I heard that... I never expected in just five years, he managed to once again reach the Foundation level. He's the one that should be called incredible."

"Mn, he's rather incredible alright." She acknowledged this point. After pondering for a moment, she added. "The main point is that I taught him well."

"..." Is it alright to praise herself like that? "Grandma, you're still the same as ever."

"That's right, I'm still so youthful and beautiful."

"..." That's not what he meant, hey. "Grandma, it will be my match up next."

"Ou, break a leg!"

Ye Qingcang smiled. With a joyful mood, he nodded towards her and turned to step onto the ring.

Suddenly, at the very center of the ring, the light of a formation flashed. A disciple whose body was covered entirely in blood suddenly fell from the sky.

With a thud, he slammed onto the ground, stunning the entire crowd.

"Sect... Sect Master..." That person only had a single breath left, yet he still struggled to reach out his bloodsoaked hand, looking towards a man standing on the right side of the grandstand.

"Kan Yong!" That man suddenly stood up, recognizing the disciple on the ring. No longer in the mood to care about the tournament, he flew down to lift the disciple up. The expressions of the crowd changed as well, as they headed down onto the ring one after another.

"What happened? Why are you injured so badly?" Office Shell Sect's Sect Master Gu frowned, and asked in a sullen voice.

"Sect Master, return... return to the sect." He held onto the Sect Master Gu's sleeves, and said as he spat out blood. "Heretic practitioners... broke the barrier formation. The sect disciples are..."