On the screen, the commentator’s mental breakdown didn’t affect Mushuang in the slightest.
On the contrary, at this moment, she was firmly focused on the graceful figure wielding a sword on the screen.
“It’s Little Junior Sister! It really is Little Junior Sister!”
“Ha ha, Little Junior Sister is amazing!”
“I’m going to tell the other peaks—from today, they’re only allowed to like Bagpipe Squad! Bagpipe Squad is number one in the world!”
“Bagpipe Squad is number one in the world!”
Maybe it was a case of loving someone and everything around them, but because of Jiang Ke’er’s presence, the Ta Ming Sect Cultivators quickly considered Jiang Ke’er’s Bagpipe Squad as their own.
A crowd of Lingyin Valley senior sisters hurriedly rode their swords toward the other six peaks to deliver the news, but even on the way, they couldn’t bear to put down their Crystals, keeping their eyes glued to the screen.
However, when they arrived at the other peaks, they realized their trip was entirely unnecessary.
“Oh, oh, oh! Bagpipe Squad is incredible! Little Junior Sister is incredible!!!”
The Qingjin Peak disciples had already stripped off their shirts, bodies covered in colorful paint, waving bottles of wine and howling wildly as they raced across the mountain.
“Celebrate! To mark Little Junior Sister earning four highlights in a row, we won’t go home sober tonight!”
At that moment, a voice appeared in the live broadcast.
[Match five, the sixth highlight this round: Soaring Sky Third Squad versus… Bagpipe… Squad…]
So it wasn’t four highlights, but five.
The all-time record had been set by Wasteland War Team One, who made it into the highlights three times in a month.
Bagpipe Squad had already appeared five times.
Commentator Zhao Bai’s mind was buzzing—he numbly played the video, staring at the images, forgetting to comment altogether.
Suddenly, Zhao Hei slammed the table and lost his composure, roaring: [Let’s see you get a Grand Slam! I dare you, make it ten out of ten!]
[Match six, fourth highlight this round… Primordial Fifth Squad versus… Bagpipe Squad…]
Once again, a thunderous cheer erupted on Qingjin Peak, so loud that it was heard from distant peaks, which in turn responded with the same.
It felt like New Year had come early.
Mushuang, blood boiling with excitement, squatted atop the roof of Qingjin Peak with a group of sweaty disciples, continuing to watch the video.
[Match seven… Wasteland War Team Seven versus Bagpipe Squad…]
At this point, every word the commentator Zhao Hei read out felt like torture by a thousand cuts.
Those Seven Emergent Venerables in charge of judging—were they out of their minds? How could they let a trashy demon squad, normally just there to be cannon fodder, appear in the highlights seven times!
What, did they fall under Si Lian’s Charm Technique or something?
The Production Crew was already scrambling to track down the Seven Exalted Ones to confirm the authenticity of this episode, but so far, they couldn’t be reached.
What did it mean to be an Emergent Venerable? It meant being completely secluded, cultivating deep in the wilderness, cut off from the world—no signal at all on their communication Crystals.
Getting in touch with them was no easy feat.
But just before the show began, they’d made such bold, sweeping statements, bragging about the authority of the results.
Now, they were left speechless, wishing they could slap themselves a hundred times over.
Why’d they go and talk so big for no reason?
[Match eight…]
As expected, it was another brilliant maneuver from Bagpipe Squad.
To be fair, their moves were indeed impressive.
But no matter how impressive, you can’t just broadcast them!
This was a show hosted by humans, for human cultivators. What was the meaning of airing so many scenes of demon clans wreaking havoc?
Stabbing your own people in the chest?
That’s just not politically correct, is it!
[Match nine…]
[Match ten…]
“Grand Slam! An unprecedented Grand Slam!” Ta Ming Sect erupted in chaos.
For everyone else, this was probably the year’s biggest scandal.
No doubt about it—this was the darkest year yet for the human race.
First, in the beginner stage, Myriad Blades State’s Sword Cultivators were thrashed by a newly emerged little demon, causing the entire human Sword Cultivator community’s reputation to take a huge hit.
Then, the demon clan somehow managed to invade the Immortal Realm, leading to the fall of a Jiesian, the collapse of the Immortal Gate, and the gaping Chrysanthemum in the sky still hadn’t closed up—now and then, you could still see Immortals hurrying past, faces covered in shame!
The Immortals had lost all dignity.
Now, these monsters were eyeing the Shenzhou Cup Grand Tournament.
To take a Grand Slam in the monthly highlights of the Shenzhou Cup Grand Tournament—fortunately, it was only for a month and not for the whole year. Besides, the Best Cultivator of the Month title still hadn’t been announced.
Zhao Hei forced himself to calm down, taking deep breaths.
After a long while, he finally reached out, his hand trembling as he picked up the card with the name of the Best Cultivator.
[The Best Cultivator of the Month is…]
He revealed the card.
Then, with a slap, he covered his face.
[Bagpipe Squad—Jiang Qingyi.]
With that, he threw the card aside, flung his sleeve in anger, and stormed off.
Zhao Bai hurriedly took over the commentary, struggling to keep things going: [Congratulations to Jiang Qingyi for winning this month’s Best Cultiv—wait!]
[I’m sure everyone, like me, is extremely curious about this month’s miraculous selection process!]
Zhao Bai suddenly perked up, his face lighting up with delight and relief, as if he’d found a lifeline: [We’ve managed to contact the Seven Emergent Venerables! Let’s connect live right now!]
The audience wasn’t just curious—they were practically ready to curse the judges to death!
Still, at least they’d reached the judges now. This way, the judges could change their statements on the spot and explain the mix-up with the awards.
Once the truth came out, not only would the Shenzhou Cup Grand Tournament’s reputation be restored, but that little squad would be punished for meddling with the results!
Thinking of this, Zhao Bai felt much better, and even found himself admiring the mastermind behind all this.
Maybe, this whole chain of events was the handiwork of the seven judges themselves—staging the whole thing, deliberately letting Bagpipe Squad’s highlights be broadcast, pretending it was a mistake.
That way, they’d have the perfect excuse to pin all the blame and sweep Bagpipe Squad out!
Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!
[We’re honored to have received a direct response from Mingyun Senior, one of the Seven Emergent Venerables.]
Zhao Bai raised a hand, and the screen instantly split in two. On one side appeared the image of a white-haired elder, exuding the aura of a transcendent recluse.
Mingyun Exalted One stroked his beard and smiled, his entire bearing that of a sage outside the mortal realm.
[Senior, may I ask—regarding Bagpipe Squad achieving a monthly ten-match Grand Slam, and Jiang Qingyi winning Best Cultivator of the Month—what are your thoughts? Why did you and your fellow seniors make this choice, creating an unprecedented Grand Slam miracle?]
Zhao Bai asked nervously, watching Mingyun Exalted One, afraid he’d get an unexpected answer.
[What? Grand Slam of the month?]
Fortunately, just as Zhao Bai had hoped, Mingyun Exalted One instantly lost his composure, his face changing drastically.
[There’s been a mistake, it’s definitely a mistake!] Mingyun Exalted One said, frustrated.
[Who dared to be so bold as to tamper with the Shenzhou Cup Grand Tournament results?] Zhao Bai feigned disbelief, his voice filled with righteous indignation.
[No, it was me, I mixed them up.]
Mingyun Exalted One shook his head: [I got the monthly and yearly awards confused.]
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