MMB Chapter 86: The Golden Core Master is Conferred Godhood by Crushing His Core!
Chapter 86: The Golden Core Master is Conferred Godhood by Crushing His Core!
The dust and smoke were blown away by the mountain wind, and the rubble around the arena was still rolling downhill.
Lu Jingchen stood unharmed in the center of the field, not even a wrinkle on the hem of his clothes.
It has absolutely nothing to do with that earth-shattering battle we just witnessed.
Su Muyue's eyes were red and she could no longer hold back.
She rushed forward without hesitation and threw herself into Lu Jingchen's arms.
Her body trembled slightly, like a frightened little rabbit.
Su Muyue choked up, her voice filled with barely suppressed worry, her throat hoarse:
"That scared me to death! That self-destruction of the Golden Core almost made my soul fly away!"
Lu Jingchen raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, his voice so tender it could melt your heart.
He was a completely different person from the ruthless man who had just crushed the golden core.
Lu Jingchen said:
"Don't worry, that's all the power it has, it can't hurt me."
"It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning at all."
Su Muyue then came to her senses and suddenly realized that there were tens of thousands of people watching her.
She reacted as if she'd been electrocuted, instantly releasing Lu Jingchen and taking half a step back.
Her cheeks flushed bright red instantly, all the way to her ears, like ripe cherries.
Her head was bowed low, almost buried in her chest, and she dared not look at the people around her.
Su Muyue's voice was barely audible, and she was extremely shy:
"I'm sorry, I got too excited just now..."
"I lost control, how embarrassing!"
She suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with shock and curiosity; her CPU was practically overheating.
Su Muyue said:
"By the way! What exactly is your cultivation level?"
"Isn't this outrageous? A mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, you just crushed him like that?"
Lu Jingchen smiled calmly, reached out and ruffled her hair, his tone light and airy.
Lu Jingchen said:
"My cultivation level was already far superior to his."
"And his skills are far superior to mine."
"He's no match for me, he's just asking for trouble."
At this moment, Chu Hongyuan, his face full of worry, rushed to Lu Jingchen's side.
They looked him up and down, as if afraid he was missing a single hair.
After confirming that he was unharmed, he patted his chest hard, looking terrified.
Chu Hongyuan said:
"My goodness! Master Lu, it's so good to hear you're alright!"
"That self-destruction of the Golden Core just now really scared me to death!"
"My heart was pounding in my chest, I was so afraid something might happen to you."
He turned to look at the chaotic arena, cleared his throat, and continued speaking.
Chu Hongyuan said:
"This competition will probably have to continue."
"However, we'll have to wait for the organizers to renegotiate the rules, since there are no referees left."
The camera cuts to a corner of the stadium.
Wei Kun looked bitter, as if he had lost his parents.
He slumped in the chair, like a lump of mud, completely drained of his soul.
The Ghost Hand Seven he invited was instantly killed, and his backer, True Man Xuanyang, was blown into fireworks.
This time, my all-in bet on five cities went completely down the drain; I almost lost everything.
Not far away, Qian Wanshan's face was ashen, as dark as the bottom of a pot.
He swept a sinister glance over his subordinates, who had lost everything.
She glared fiercely at Wei Kun's direction again, her teeth grinding together.
Qian Wanshan gritted his teeth and muttered to the people around him:
"This time, our Chun Chun has been really screwed over by that bastard Wei Kun!"
"Who would have thought that the kid the Bai family hired would be this strong?"
"Even Master Xuanyang was crushed by him; we've really suffered a huge loss this time!"
His subordinates also looked miserable and didn't dare to say a word.
After all, all three cities that were gambled away this time are gone.
The Zou family lost half of their wealth accumulated over decades this time; they are truly innocent victims.
Just then, several representatives from the organizers,
As if she had seen her own father, she ran all the way to Lu Jingchen.
The one in the lead was bowing at almost a 90-degree angle, his attitude extremely humble.
They didn't even dare to raise their heads, for fear of offending this ruthless person who had just crushed the Golden Core expert.
The organizer's representative clasped his hands in a respectful gesture.
"Master Lu! You are so magnanimous, please accept our bow first!"
"Based on the strength you've demonstrated so far, you are definitely the strongest person here."
"Our organizers have collectively suggested that you serve as the host and judge for this competition. What do you think?"
Lu Jingchen's expression didn't change much; he felt it was no big deal.
He simply nodded slightly, which was his way of agreeing.
Lu Jingchen said:
"Okay, do whatever you want, I have no objection."
All the martial artists from the aristocratic families present exchanged bewildered glances.
After a two-second pause, they all nodded frantically in agreement.
Not a single person dared to voice their opposition.
Nonsense, who dares to object? Anyone who objects will likely suffer the same fate as Master Xuan Yang.
Its golden core was crushed and exploded into fireworks to entertain everyone.
What follows is a rapid montage cut, with the remaining match footage flashing by at lightning speed.
The various clans' martial arts tournaments were in full swing.
But not a single family dared to stand up and challenge the Bai family again.
After all, nobody wants to go up there and get themselves killed; it's pure suicide.
Lu Jingchen stood with his hands behind his back under the shade of a tree in the distance from the arena.
He calmly observed the battle, as if nothing had happened.
Occasionally, when the organizers were unsure about a ruling, they would eagerly come over to ask for his opinion.
He casually said something, and no one in the audience dared to refute it. Chun Chun became the person in charge of the entire competition.
Time flew by, and it was evening.
Night fell completely over Wuling Mountain, and the campfire flickered in the campsite.
The warm yellow firelight made the surrounding tents feel cozy and inviting.
The aroma of roasted whole lamb wafted far and wide, and the surrounding area was filled with people from various prominent families.
But no one dared to approach Lu Jingchen; they all kept their distance and paid their respects.
Chu Hongyuan sat by the campfire, a wicked, ambiguous smile on his face.
He glanced at Lu Jingchen, then at Su Muyue sitting beside him, her face flushed red in the firelight.
They exchanged a glance with Jiang Zhenbang, and both of them gave each other knowing smiles.
Chu Hongyuan stood up, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Lu Jingchen, and grinned lewdly.
Chu Hongyuan said:
"Grandmaster Lu, Miss Su, it's getting late."
"We'll head back to our tents to rest now. You two can do as you please, don't worry about us."
Jiang Zhenbang stood to the side, grinning foolishly.
They nodded frantically in agreement, their eyes conveying the message, "We understand, we won't bother you."
Jiang Zhenbang said:
"Right, right! We'll head out first! You guys keep chatting!"
"It gets chilly in the mountains at night, so please keep warm and don't catch a cold!"
Su Muyue's face flushed red to her ears.
She frantically clutched the hem of her clothes, not daring to lift her head.
He responded in a voice barely audible, like a mosquito humming.
Su Muyue said:
"Okay, then you can go back first."
"We...we're going back to rest too."
Chu Hongyuan and Jiang Zhenbang were suppressing their laughter.
They turned around and quickly slipped into their respective tents.
They even made sure to keep the tent flap completely closed, so as not to be a third wheel.
The campfire was still crackling, and sparks were rising into the air.
The surroundings instantly fell silent, leaving only the two of them.
Lu Jingchen looked at Su Muyue's profile, which was flushed red by the firelight.
Her eyes were filled with tenderness, and she spoke softly.
Lu Jingchen said:
"Mu Yue, since that's the case, it's getting late."
"Let's go and rest first."
Su Muyue nodded slightly, her little head drooping even lower.
He didn't dare to look Lu Jingchen in the eye at all.
The tips of his ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.
The two walked side by side toward the tent not far away.
Their silhouettes, stretched long and close together in the flickering firelight, appeared very long.
Reaching the tent entrance, Lu Jingchen lifted the curtain.
Su Muyue lowered her head and went inside first.
Lu Jingchen followed closely behind and went inside as well.
The tent flap slowly fell down.
It blocked the view of the campfire and the night outside.
All the ambiguity and tenderness were locked away in this small tent.