Chapter 303

Chapter 303: Pitiful Child

“Group A, Ming wins.”

“Group B, Wu wins.”

“Group A, Ming wins.”

On a hundred arenas in the military camp, the voices of Wu Kingdom’s officials kept echoing.

By the end, whenever Ming or Wu appeared, the officials responsible for judging didn’t even bother to watch, often writing down their names in advance.

Because these judges knew without a doubt that it would definitely be Zhuangyuan Lang and Her Highness the Princess winning.

Zhuangyuan Lang and the Princess each fought ten matches, not a single person could last ten rounds against them.

This twin star of Wu Kingdom was like dimensional suppression against people of the same level.

Even if the opponent was one level higher than Zhuangyuan Lang and the Princess, it made no difference, as if everyone else’s cultivation was just paper-thin.

Some of these officials weren’t hosting this kind of martial arts selection for the first time, but they had never seen such terrifying individuals before.

The competition lasted for three days.

Everyone was either fighting or getting ready to fight. From dawn till sunset, except for the night, there was absolutely no time to rest.

If you encounter a strong opponent who drains you too much, causing you to lose a match, even though the person you lost to might not be as strong as you, then it’s just bad luck.

Luck is also part of strength.

When you go into the Rootless Mystic Realm, can you tell your enemy that you lost because of bad luck when you’re about to die?

At that point, you’ll probably have to tell King Yama, and he might not even care.

After three days, both Ming and Wu successfully obtained the qualification for the Rootless Mystic Realm selection, with no backdoor dealings involved—everything was achieved through pure strength, and no one dared to question the abilities of Ming and Wu.

And on the fourth day after the Rootless Mystic Realm selection ended, the Rootless Mystic Realm opened, the timing extremely tight.

As for the female monk who ranked first on the Red Beauty List, she still has fifteen days of travel to reach Wudu.

The time flow inside the Rootless Mystic Realm differs from the outside world.

One day outside equals ten days inside the Rootless Mystic Realm.

According to the divination of Tianji City, this session of the Rootless Mystic Realm will last at most fifty days, which is five days in the outside world.

After Ming exits the Rootless Mystic Realm, he still needs to wait for Shixin for a while.

On the day the Rootless Mystic Realm opened, Ming woke up early in the morning.

“Mother.”

Ming arrived at his mother’s courtyard when it was barely dawn, and his mother was already waiting there.

Ming bowed respectfully to his mother. Chen Suyan turned around, looked at her son, and picked up a package from the table: “These are some pastries I made for you, and a peace talisman obtained from the Buddhist temple. There are two peace talismans; if the Princess doesn’t mind, you can give her one.”

Ming took the package: “Understood, Mother. Don’t worry too much. I’ll be back in no more than five days. It’s just a matter of a few days.”

“Mother understands.” Chen Suyan’s eyes flickered, wanting to say something more, but in the end, she only smiled and gently caressed her son’s cheek, “Be careful on your journey.”

“These few days, please take care of yourself, Mother. As soon as I return, I’ll come see you immediately.”

Ming deeply bowed again, shouldered the package, and turned to leave. Watching her son’s gradually retreating figure, Chen Suyan realized that her son was moving further away from her.

This was a good thing, and Chen Suyan hoped her son could walk the path he wanted.

But as a mother, she could only watch, unable to help in any way.

Just as Ming left, Sheng Sheng was still sound asleep in bed.

Sheng Sheng naturally couldn’t follow Ming.

She even thought Ming would set off tomorrow.

The reason Ming lied to Sheng Sheng was that he didn’t want her to feel sad.

Otherwise, every time he left her behind, Sheng Sheng always cried her heart out.

“Hehe, my boy Ming, I thought I got up early, but turns out it’s just perfect,” said Ming’s stepfather Xu Zheng as he arrived at the courtyard gate, clearly having waited for Ming.

“Father.”

Although Ming didn’t really want to acknowledge this stepfather of his, and this stepfather might not even be his real father, the proper respect still needed to be shown.

“My boy Ming, this time you’re heading to the Rootless Mystic Realm, and Father has nothing good to give you. Take this bracelet; it was a gift from your great-grandfather to me when I was born, and it has been blessed by a master,” Xu Zheng chuckled as he took off the bracelet and handed it to Ming.

Seeing the bracelet, Ming didn’t refuse: “Thank you, Father.”

“No need to thank, no need to thank,” Xu Zheng continued to laugh foolishly, “Work hard and bring back some treasures. Your father heard that there’s a fruit in the Rootless Mystic Realm called Golden Horn Fruit. If possible, fetch one for me to taste.”

Ming sighed inwardly.

He knew his father wouldn’t get up early unless there was something in it for him.

He had also heard of the Golden Horn Fruit.

Golden Horn Fruit is one of the specialties of the Rootless Mystic Realm, enhancing certain male functions.

His stepfather frequently visited Qinglou, looking pale-faced and slightly unsteady on his feet, so he did indeed need such an item.

“If I find it, I’ll bring one back for you,” Ming casually replied. The Golden Horn Fruit wasn’t scarce in the Rootless Mystic Realm; it was like common wild fruit in regular mountains.

Most cultivators who enter don’t pay attention to such low-grade fruits, finding them space-wasting. They’d rather collect Spirit Fruits, which sell for better prices among cultivators, so the Golden Horn Fruit rarely circulates in the market.

“Alright, alright,” Xu Zheng nodded.

Ming: “Then I shall leave now.”

“Ming, be careful. Run if you can’t fight. Life is the most important,” Xu Zheng said some meaningless words, his tone sounding not genuinely concerned about Ming, but merely making polite conversation.

Ming didn’t say anything more, just bowed and walked out of the courtyard.

Watching Ming leave, Xu Zheng put away his previously carefree expression, furrowing his brows slightly.

“Alas,” Xu Zheng couldn’t help but sigh, “What a pitiful child.”

[Holy crap, the temperature dropped these past couple days, almost knocking me out. I already had a cold, stayed up late last night, and now the cold is worse. My head hurts so bad. Too much work lately, I really can’t afford to get sick.]