Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 284 - 72: Don’t get involved! [Please vote monthly!] _1".

Chapter 284: Chapter 72: Don’t get involved! [Please vote monthly!] _1".

The Ghost Face Hall Master heaped lavish praises on the three new subordinates. Their enthusiasm also inspired their sect brothers, motivating more to participate in the event.

Upon his return to Shu Mountain, Chu Liang immediately relayed this news to the elders. Other things could be postponed, but such a significant matter couldn’t be delayed.

The Shu Mountain upper echelon took the matter very seriously and immediately began a series of discussions. As for Chu Liang, they instructed him to keep a low profile and not leak any information.

Of course, it wasn’t difficult for him.

The three of them were experienced undercovers and naturally possessed professional competence.

Having reported the news, Chu Liang stopped worrying about it. The Shu Mountain upper echelon would undoubtedly be prepared, and if the Underworld King Sect dared infiltrate Shu Mountain, they were courting death.

The following day brought a new round of the competition.

Because the final match of the main Shu Mountain Peak Conference would take place tomorrow, all three entertainment tournaments were scheduled for today. The schedule was incredibly tight.

Early in the morning, Chu Liang took his seat in the grand finale of the Mahjong Tournament.

Four people sat at the table: the innocently-faced Liu Xiaoyu, the smiling Chu Liang, a stern-faced young man - surprisingly, it was Yuan Zhuo, the Protector of Law Hall, whom Chu Liang had previously met, and a middle-aged man in a wheelchair.

The middle-aged man had a lean, scholarly face with a clear complexion and bright eyes, indicative of a wise man. He was Dan Taijing, the Peak Master of Yushan Peak, and was well-known as a strategic mastermind among the Peak Masters.

It was said that if it weren’t for his crippling injury in his early years, stunting his cultivation journey, he would have a boundless future. In terms of strategy, he was even more suited to be the head of the Peak Masters than Wang Xuanling.

Every final session of the Mahjong Tournament was not simply about skilled players— it was more about those with monstrous wisdom.

Facing these two individuals, Chu Liang didn’t dare to claim he had an advantage.

Of course, he wasn’t expecting to win either.

Dan Taijing smiled slightly and half-joked, "It’s rare to have two young men from Silver Sword Peak here. Ensure you aren’t conspiring when placing your tiles."

Chu Liang responded with a smile, "How could that be?"

Liu Xiaoyu seemed confused: "Placing tiles?"

...

The Mahjong Tournament concluded peacefully.

The event ended earlier than expected with little suspense. The game of "arranging little blocks and then knocking them down" was overly simplistic for a little demonic spirit of average intelligence, like Liu Xiaoyu.

Before noon, Chu Liang had arrived at the venue of the Flying Sword Speed Race. The track for the final was much more complex than the one used in the preliminary round.

The competitors chosen from each group were all top experts. Their strengths naturally surpassed those in the earlier stages.

Along with Chu Liang, the Silver Sword Peak team arrived to cheer him on. In addition to them, many spectators from within and outside of Shu Mountain came to watch, significantly more than those who attended the Mahjong Tournament.

This wouldn’t have been the case in previous years. On Shu Mountain, the audience for the Mahjong Tournament during each peak conference had never been this small. It wasn’t even the most popular event, but the spectator count was significantly higher. This year’s Mahjong Tournament lacked entertainment value. If they hadn’t been one player short, Chu Liang himself wouldn’t have wanted to participate.

The Flying Sword Speed Race, on the other hand, was distinctive. The exhilarating cloud-top speed runs definitely pumped the adrenaline.

Due to his participation in the Mahjong Tournament, Chu Liang arrived a bit late. Many participants had already gathered, some familiar faces and some new, but all appeared fiercely competitive.

Wen Yulong approached and asked, "How did it go? Did you practice when you went back last time?"

He seemed even more nervous than Chu Liang.

"I tried a few times, but it’s challenging," Chu Liang understood he was referring to the technique of drifting the flying sword. "Since time was short, I didn’t practice after that."

After losing to Chen Zheng by a narrow margin last time, Chu Liang had indeed attempted to study the techniques for maneuvering the flying sword. However, it was exceedingly difficult, and he didn’t have much time to devote to it. As such, he still wasn’t confident about his mastery of it.

There was no choice. He had too many events to participate in and had to prioritize his preparations for the main match.

Wen Yulong sighed, "You have never participated in the Flying Sword Speed Race, and reaching the finals already counts as very impressive. One shouldn’t demand too much from themselves."

There were ten finalists in total, who stood in front of the cliff, ready for the race.

The race track was even longer than before. Apart from the simple bends, there was a complex loop around Divine Sword Peak. On top of that, there would also be showers of sword Qi at random intervals during the race track near Biluo Peak.

With its increased length and complexity, the track posed a greater challenge and only then could it determine the true winner.

"The Flying Sword Speed Race finals, take off!"

With the Deacon Elder’s command, the flag was waved, and ten sword lights instantly stretched across the sky!

"Oh——"

A wave of enthusiastic cheers echoed through the valley, shaking the skies.

Chu Liang tied his hands and feet with the Azure Dragon Rope, and accelerated his Dustless Sword to extreme speed. In a flash, he led the way, leaving others in the dust!

In terms of cultivation, he was at the forefront amongst all competitors.

Out of the ten competitors, four were in the Golden Core Realm, and two in the Middle Stage of the Golden Core Realm. Combined with his Top Grade Golden Core, it was undeniable that Chu Liang’s cultivation level was the highest.

However, having the highest cultivation did not guarantee the fastest speed. He had learned this lesson the hard way before, so he dared not be complacent. Seizing the opportunity, he fully accelerated on the straight section of the course where he had an advantage, hoping to secure a considerable lead.

The entire sprinting segment of the course went by fast. Despite not widening the gap significantly, Chu was already approaching the first curve. He took a deep breath, pressed down on the tip of his sword and swung the blade sharply —

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh —

The Dustless Sword drew a crescent-like arc, bypassing the mountain peak. It appeared frictionless. However, the curve was too wide, and within a split second, four or five Sword Auras had overtaken him on the inner track!

In just an instant!

He was close, but not close enough.

Remaining serene, Chu Liang returned to the straight path and re-absorbed the Dual Golden Core energy to make up for the gap created in the curve. At this point, he had lost his lead, and five Sword Auras were racing side by side, trailing a colorful light curtain.

It seemed like a rainbow bridge to the other shore!

"Chu Liang, charge!" Lin Bei shouted from the sideline.

Wen Yulong said, "Senior Brother Chu’s curve technique is a bit weak. It seems difficult for him to secure the first place now, but it appears he is likely to make it into the top five."

Lin Bei continued, "Chu Liang’s ability to maintain a competitive edge in each event is already an impressive feat."

Wen Yulong nodded, "That’s indeed true."

Chu Liang’s gentle and handsome appearance always deceived people into thinking that he was not aggressive or eye-catching. However, when they looked at his record closely, he could be incredibly intimidating.

Even if he could not top every event, that was still...

In the sky, another curve resounded!

"Wait..." Wen Yulong suddenly halted, "Is there a change?"

...

Whoosh, whoosh —

As another curve approached, Chu Liang did not fall behind this time but hovered close to the inner track, maintaining pace with the other Sword Auras.

If he could keep up in the curves, then they will fall behind Chu Liang on the straight track.

His Dual Golden Cores were spinning wildly and generating a vast amount of True Qi, filling his Qi Sea. This allowed each of Chu Liang’s accelerations to be full of explosive power!

Boom —

As he crossed the clouds on the straight track, a thunderous sound could even be heard!

In a blink of an eye, Chu passed the fourth curve without losing ground. When back on the straight track, he opened up the distance again.

In just a short while, Chu regained a significant lead!

In the Flying Sword racing event, competitors usually did not pay attention to the status of their rivals. Their attention was mainly on their own flying swords, as the competition required absolute focus.

However, Chu Liang left an unmistakable lead. Every competitor witnessed his receding figure!

It was him again...

For several days, Chu Liang’s presence on Shu Mountain had been too overwhelming, having shown active participation in every phase of the Shu Mountain Peak Conference.

These race-specialized disciples at Shu Mountain, who focused only on Flying Sword racing, found it somewhat unbearable.

Those who practice Flying Sword racing on Shu Mountain have their own circles. They take pride in being part of it. Even the most exceptional disciples or those who have advanced stages of cultivation find it difficult to compete with them because they specialize in this field and invest a lot of hard work.

Whether it’s Fourth or Fifth Realm, please don’t interfere!

And yet there was Chu Liang, who had never been part of these circles, suddenly stepping on their heads, instantly arousing everyone’s resentment.

They rallied and pursued him!

But they couldn’t catch him up.

Everyone else rationalized that even if he was leading for the moment, it didn’t matter.

That’s because further ahead were the eighteen turns!