Asura Emperor Venerable
Chapter 470: Making a Fortune in Silence

Chapter 470: Chapter 470: Making a Fortune in Silence

"It’s true," Zhang Zixuan spoke up, "The news I’ve received from my sect confirms that Asura truly holds the historical first ranking, surpassing Gu Shiyun! Moreover, the Purple Green Secret Realm is likely to have collapsed, and may not open again, which means that his position as the historical first could remain unchallenged forever."

What, what!

Everyone was speechless; even Zhang Zixuan said so, it seemed that it must be true.

Hiss, someone is actually stronger than Gu Shiyun?

You should know that Gu Shiyun’s strength has always been a legend, always something unreachable, and now someone has surpassed him, which is more shocking than the Sun rising from the west.

"I really want to meet this Asura!" Zhang Zixuan showed a look of longing, her eyes even held a hint of admiration, "Such a man must be peerless in grace and limitless in stature."

Shi Hao couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, that person was standing right here, it was just that you didn’t recognize him.

"Heh, I don’t believe it much," someone immediately objected, "The Eternal Stone is an inanimate object, so what if it ranks someone first? When we fight others, will we just flaunt our rankings?"

"Exactly, exactly, as martial artists, what really counts is combat prowess," his words immediately received confirmation from others—who could tolerate their goddess fantasizing about another man before them?

"If this Asura dares to come here, I’ll make sure he ends up on the floor begging for mercy."

"Haha, count me in as well."

"I also do not fear a battle."

Everyone was eager to show themselves in the hope of catching a glance from the goddess.

Zhang Zixuan, however, didn’t shift her gaze in the slightest; how valuable was the title of the historical first?

In the distance was Gu Shiyun, this outstanding figure, and nearer were Xu Huan, Lin Chenkai, Xia Mengyin, and other top talents of the South Wood Continent, all of whom were outdone by "Asura"!

She could not be bothered to argue, her heart was filled with anticipation, wishing to meet this imposing man; Asura, Asura, such a man must shine when he stands before you, right?

Shi Hao sat off to the side, legs crossed, listening to the others discuss him, not knowing why, but feeling an urge to laugh.

"Quiet down everyone," at this moment, an elder walked over, "The time is nearly upon us, let’s start the tea ceremony."

"It’s the Zhao Family head!" Someone recognized the elder.

Zhao Minglei, the current Zhao Family head, an Almighty of the Founding King Court.

In front of the Founding King Court, regardless of how talented or formidable you are in Self-Observation, you have to act respectfully, or else a single slap could take your life.

Instantly, everyone quieted down.

The world of martial arts is realistic; if you can’t beat someone, you just tuck your tail between your legs.

Zhao Minglei smiled slightly, "This year, there were a total of three hundred sixty leaves of Bitter Heart Tea grown; my Zhao Family took thirty-six, the rest will be awarded as prizes for all the young friends to compete for."

Everyone was pleased; it seemed like a bountiful year, as in previous years there were generally only two hundred or sometimes even just a hundred leaves.

"I have given it some thought and decided to divide the Bitter Heart Tea allocation into three events," Zhao Minglei continued, "For the first event, I will place the Bitter Heart Tea leaves one by one on the table, a total of one hundred leaves. You will all stand three zhang away. No matter the means you use, if you get a leaf, it’s yours."

This was innovative, requiring both strength and strategy due to the number of people, and luck as well.

Everyone nodded their agreement.

Martial artists act directly; Zhao Minglei immediately had people clear out and placed a table in the middle. Then, taking that as the center, he drew a circle with all standing outside of it.

"Anyone who crosses the line will immediately be disqualified and expelled from the Zhao Family," Zhao Minglei warned.

"Mm." Everyone nodded.

Only then did Zhao Minglei take out a leaf and place it on the table.

This was the Bitter Heart Tea.

At once, everyone made their moves.

Some people used Dark Force, but there were also those with unique gifts who could project their Soul Force outside their bodies, causing the Bitter Heart Tea to levitate and drift towards them.

However, the externally projected Soul Force was ultimately too weak, nowhere near comparable to Dark Force, and with the chaotic energies present here, the piece of Bitter Heart Tea kept wobbling uncertainly in direction.

Just then, everyone suddenly realized that the piece of Bitter Heart Tea had vanished!

How could that be?

Everyone looked at each other with big eyes and small pupils, all utterly baffled.

Where had the Bitter Heart Tea gone?

Shi Hao just smiled, for he had naturally enveloped the Bitter Heart Tea with his Soul Force and then collected it into his Black Spirit Ring.

Only his Soul Force was strong enough to do so, to entirely repel others’ forces and Soul Forces. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to claim the Bitter Heart Tea with external forces present.

Even Zhao Minglei was extremely astonished because he didn’t know how the Bitter Heart Tea had disappeared either.

Was it collected into a Spatial Spirit Tool?

But with the chaotic forces just now, how did he manage it?

Feeling curious, Zhao Minglei nevertheless placed another piece of Bitter Heart Tea on the table.

Everyone set aside their puzzlement for the moment and, with renewed spirit, began the second round of competition.

There were a hundred pieces in total, no rush.

Shi Hao repeated his trick, whoosh, the second piece of Bitter Heart Tea also immediately disappeared.

Hey, gone again.

This time, many people hadn’t even had the chance to make a move.

With no other choice, Zhao Minglei could only put down a third piece of tea.

But no sooner had he released it, the tea leaf was gone.

His face turned dark; this person was acting too fast.

But what could he do? It was someone else’s skill, after all.

This made everyone anxious; there were only a little over three hundred tea leaves, and divided evenly, each person could only get one. But with someone easily taking three, some might end up with nothing.

Who exactly was doing this? It was about time to stop, wasn’t it?

The fourth piece, the fifth piece, the sixth piece, as one tea leaf after another was placed, they all vanished in an instant.

The crowd lost their confidence, now without even the chance to strike, how could they compete?

Shi Hao made a fortune in silence, since no one knew it was him acting, even if he gathered all one hundred pieces of tea, he didn’t fear the envy of others.

Zhao Minglei’s expression grew more and more ugly. His reason for devising such a method of competition was to have everyone show off their skills and make the contest exciting.

But what about now?

He hadn’t seen a damn thing.

But he set the rules, could he suddenly say he wouldn’t play anymore?

Quickly, the hundred pieces of Bitter Heart Tea were all taken, yet no one knew who had gotten them.

Zhao Minglei was frustrated for quite a while before saying, "Next is the second contest. I’ll pose the questions and you all answer. Then I’ll judge the most accurate answer, and that person will receive a leaf of Bitter Heart Tea."

Everyone nodded; this was a battle of wits. Surely that mysterious person couldn’t continue to act so unchecked.

"First question," Zhao Minglei said. "In the battle at Shengong Mountain years ago, what weapon did King Liu use?"