The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1062: Hunting Rankings

Chapter 1062: Chapter 1062: Hunting Rankings

Long Fei and his group emerged from the altar, and Liuu Jiangnan excitedly rushed over to wave at them.

These days, he had been nearly worried to death, fearing something had happened to Long Fei and the others.

Over two hundred trial participants had set out for the Southern Barbarian State, but less than a hundred had returned.

When the Domain Gate closed, a group of waiting mentors and family members wailed, filling the atmosphere with sorrow.

Before leaving, the Imperial Family had given each person a Life-Substitute Charm.

Rumors said that powerful Life-Substitute Charms could regenerate the flesh and soul with just a drop of blood or a wisp of spirit.

But these freely distributed Life-Substitute Charms, mass-produced at that, naturally didn’t have such strong effects.

The talisman was linked to an Array, and once in danger, it would automatically activate, transmitting the soul back through the talisman.

Some people stepped forward to let relatives claim their returned spirits.

Many spirits, however, had not come back at all.

In battle, it was very possible for their souls to be completely annihilated.

Long Fei could already feel a thick murderous intent enveloping the area, the Sect’s protectors, Elders, and seniors had already been informed by their disciples about the happenings at the Southern Royal Mansion.

A bunch of old men were furious, itching to tear Long Fei apart right then and there.

Their disciples had barely survived the Demon Race.

Who could have expected that they would be killed by Long Fei just as they were about to return?

Moreover, these disciples’ souls had not returned, all confined by Long Fei into his Storage Ring.

One could only imagine the frustration and resentment they felt.

The adjudicators began to tally the results, as the odds at various betting houses were involved, the tabulation was done very fairly, making fraud impossible.

With intertwined backings from influential powers, no one dared to mess with this matter.

Though many hoped for their relatives and clan members to enter the top ten.

Long Fei and Wang Jie were positioned at the very end, and the results for the disciples in the front came out quickly.

To everyone’s surprise, Jin Yuanba from the Golden Family ranked at the very top, having slain over five hundred demonized enemies.

Converted into slave traders, it would take five thousand to surpass him.

In second place was Divine Son Jiang Chuan, just behind him.

He had over four hundred demonized enemies in his possession, only a bit fewer than Jin Yuanba.

Such a result was enough to draw respect.

Someone cried out, "This isn’t fair, the Golden Family are the natives of the Southern Barbarian State. Of course, they would have the highest hunting count in their territory."

Another countered, "Stop talking nonsense, the Golden Family now belongs to the Great Xia Country; they’re not natives."

Jin Yuanba held his head high, ignoring the public slander.

His performance was hard-earned, confident that it was without exaggeration.

Someone excitedly exclaimed, "Awesome, I knew Jin Yuanba would win, I bet a hundred thousand Spirit Stones on him!"

"Me too, after all, with home turf advantage, who could beat the Jin Family."

"This time we’re definitely winning."

Another teased Liuu Jiangnan, "Brother, looks like your Spirit Stones are down the drain, huh?"

Someone curiously asked, "Exactly how much did you bet?"

Liuu Jiangnan replied, "Not much, just a million Spirit Stones."

"Holy crap!"

"Seriously?"

"Rich guy, bro!"

"Did you just give away your grandmother’s inheritance?"

A crowd was left speechless, not expecting Liuu Jiangnan to gamble so heavily.

Liuu Jiangnan didn’t say that he had only bet a million, the Yin Yang Sect had thrown in five million.

"I had originally wanted to buy ten million," he sighed, "but the Yin Yang Sect’s stock simply didn’t have that much."

The Spiritual Ore Mine on Mystic Turtle Island had started to be excavated, but the output was still far from reaching that amount.

The rankings were constantly changing, but the first and second places remained unshaken.

Jiang Chuan eyed Jin Yuanba with a bit of frustration—the only difference between them was the advantage of terrain.

Before the competition, although there had been information on where the Demonizers were hiding on each mountain,

Jin Yuanba’s information was undoubtedly the most accurate.

Kunlun Divine Son Jiang Wudi, to everyone’s surprise, closely followed Jiang Chuan and was ranked third.

Before the competition, his fame wasn’t even as great as that of another Kunlun competitor, Liuu Yichen, who now unexpectedly overtook the Four Great Sects of South Yangtze.

The geniuses of the Four Great Sects of South Yangtze closely followed behind in the rankings, with Mount Shu’s talent Zichuan in fourth place with over four hundred fifty Demonizers.

Mount Mao’s talent Lin Daoyi was ranked fifth.

Mount Wudang’s talent Lin Daoqi was in sixth place.

Dragon-Tiger Mountain’s Zhang Ziheng was in seventh.

Qingcheng Mountains’ Saint Heir Xu Shen ranked eighth.

Kunlun’s talent Liuu Yichen took the ninth spot.

His ranking matched the pre-competition predictions. To squeeze into the ninth place among many talents was no easy feat.

Liuu Jiangnan stared at his cousin with mixed feelings.

Since childhood, the two had been compared, and their clan often used Liuu Yichen to criticize Liuu Jiangnan.

They would say, "Look how impressive your cousin is; and you, wasting your days in debauchery."

Now that Liuu Jiangnan had come to understand these things, he even felt embarrassed.

He thought that indeed he was no match for his cousin and that he must strive to catch up and never again indulge in degeneracy.

The tenth place was taken by a prodigy from Chang’an Academy, the son of current Prime Minister Yi Zhongmou, Yi Qingyun.

Chang’an Academy was known for its extensive knowledge, but it still had a significant gap with other Sects in terms of Cultivation.

There were whispers among the crowd that Chang’an Academy seemed to have become a backyard for the nobility.

The elite disciples inside were almost all children of officials and nobles.

Suddenly, people realized that Mount Mao’s Mu Hui was nowhere to be seen.

Before the competition, with two Mount Mao Saint Heirs competing, everyone had high expectations for Mu Hui.

Now, this disciple had failed to appear.

One by one, the disciples reported their scores, which were more than half less than those of the top ten disciples.

Long Fei chuckled, "That’s it, we’ll probably occupy five spots—five of the top ten are going to be eliminated."

Lin Shanshan frowned and said, "We have just over a thousand Demonizers in total; even divided among you it won’t be enough, right?"

Wang Xiaoya offered generously, "It’s okay, I won’t participate anymore. I only came here because my mother asked me to; since when does it make sense for a girl to win a princess competition?"

Yu Ping and Jiu Ge stamped their feet anxiously and both pinched Wang Xiaoya a bit.

Murong Chong said, "If anyone should step down, it should be me. Our Divine Sword Sect has our own fortunes; we don’t need this anyway."

Chu Feng comforted them with a smile, "What’s the rush? Although we don’t have many Demonizers, we’ve got real members of the Demon Race! These creatures are very valuable."

"Real members of the Demon Race?"

Listening from behind, Wang Jie was astonished, thinking that perhaps this group had hunted down members of the Demon Race.

Long Fei turned to him and asked, "Brother Wang, would you like to join us? I’ll give you a spot."

He had enough items for everyone to use.

Wang Jie shook his head and chuckled, "Brother Long, I appreciate the gesture, but my father has prepared enough for me; it’s sufficient to squeeze into the top ten."

Long Fei nodded, almost forgetting that this kid was also a local.

When they went to hunt down the traffickers, the traffickers had already been wiped out, likely a preemptive move by the Wang Family.

It seemed like the Royal Family was giving the Southern King a little favor.