The day of the Resurrection Match.
At the break of dawn, the members of the Bagpipe Squad polished their weapons, straightened their clothes, and combed their hair, setting off for the arena fully prepared.
This was a day of worldwide attention.
The Shenzhou Cup was about to witness the most unusual Resurrection Match in its history.
Millions of inhabitants of Shenzhou were waiting, anticipating the moment that arrogant team would be slapped in the face until they looked like pigs.
It was a grand event more worth celebrating than the New Year!
The arena stands were packed, with at least hundreds of thousands of Cultivators from all over the world waiting eagerly to witness this historic moment.
Someone started it, and soon rhythmic shouts spread throughout the arena that stretched for miles.
“Bagpipe Squad — “
“Die!”
“Bagpipe Squad — “
“Die!”
It was the same format as the usual cheers, but this time, it was pure malice.
When Jiang Ke’er stepped out of the staging area, spotlights fell directly onto her and the rest of the team, drawing thousands of eyes to them.
Like a swarm of locusts, reporters held up microphones and began chirping questions with greedy eyes, looking as if they wanted to devour them.
“Which team do you hope to die at the hands of?”
“Have you thought of a dignified way to die yet?”
“Are you really not going to withdraw?”
“Why is your Team Coach, Si Lian, missing today? Did she run away?”
At the mention of Si Lian’s name, Jiang Ke’er paused, her icy gaze fixed on the speaker.
The reporter felt a shiver of fear under her stare, but since this was their home turf, they quickly continued the interrogation: “Am I right? Si Lian couldn’t handle the pressure, so she fled, right?”
“Enough!” a sharp cry came from outside the crowd.
The voice clearly suppressed the chirping questions, and a faint pressure instantly forced the words back down the reporters’ throats.
“You all know very well where Si Lian is!” A woman strode forward, using a Peach Wood Cane to roughly push through the crowd of reporters, forcing a path through.
Then, she stopped in front of Jiang Ke’er, shielding her firmly.
Jiang Ke’er stared blankly at the woman’s back. Her mouth hung open, and her nose suddenly felt a bit sore.
The woman spoke proudly, her tone no longer gentle and kind but tinged with a sharp killing intent.
Her eyebrows furrowed: “If anyone dares to bully my little disciple again, you’d better pray you spend the rest of your lives free of illness and disaster! Get lost! Out of the way!”
“You…”
The surrounding reporters stared at her with disbelief and terror.
They couldn’t understand why this person would appear here, and instead of helping the Human Clan, was clearly siding with the Bagpipe Squad.
‘Shifu…’ Jiang Ke’er bit her lower lip, suddenly feeling the urge to rush forward, hug her, and cry her eyes out.
Tears swirled in her eyes.
“My silly disciple, you’ve suffered a lot these past six months,” Yiqin said, taking a deep breath to suppress her urge to catch up.
She suddenly gripped Jiang Ke’er’s hand and pulled her through the crowd. “But now is not the time to relax. When you win the match and return, we’ll have a good long talk!”
Jiang Ke’er was speechless.
‘Does Shifu… believe I can win?’
For some reason, it felt as if a ray of light had pierced through the dark clouds and shone upon the earth. It was so comfortable… her whole body felt filled with power!
“Yiqin! Do you realize what your actions represent?” a reporter asked, eyes glaring hysterically at her.
“The Taiming Sect claims to be neutral. Your behavior is pushing the Taiming Sect into a pit of fire!”
“Oh?”
Yiqin turned around, a disdainful smile suddenly appearing on her face.
That contemptuous and mocking smile was 80% similar to Jiang Ke’er’s!
“Then I shall explain it clearly to everyone right now,” Yiqin said calmly.
“We do need an explanation!” The reporter gritted their teeth and handed over the microphone as recording crystals were aimed at Yiqin.
“Qing Yi is the Nineteenth Seat of Lingyin Valley of the Taiming Sect, the personal disciple of the Valley Master, and my disciple,” Yiqin declared proudly.
“Even though her skills have already surpassed what I can teach her, once she is my disciple, she is my disciple for life! Every Peak Master of the Taiming Sect will protect their disciples until death!”
The reporters were horrified. Some were so stunned they even dropped their microphones and recording crystals to the ground.
Yiqin’s decisive words meant she was unhesitatingly standing against the correct public opinion of the Human Clan to support the Demon, Qing Yi.
“Does… do your words represent the entire Taiming Sect?” a reporter from the Human Clan asked with a trembling voice.
Yiqin smiled.
Just as everyone thought she would use this chance to distance the Taiming Sect and avoid further losses, she replied.
“Why wouldn’t they?” Yiqin smiled casually.
Her words were powerful and left no room for retreat, carrying the same determination and arrogance as Jiang Ke’er.
They truly were master and disciple.
“Have you asked enough? If so, move aside,” Yiqin said coldly.
Someone else spoke up unwillingly, “If I may be so bold, the Taiming Sect is not the host of this competition. You have no right to enter the arena.”
“Oh.”
Yiqin raised her hand and shook the badge on her clothes.
[The Divine Land Medical Cultivator Alliance — Grand Alliance Leader — General Supervisor of Medical Rescue for the Shenzhou Cup — Supreme Commander of the Shenzhou Cup Medical Group — Honored One Yiqin]
“Then them…”
Everyone looked at the large group of people behind Yiqin.
“Oh,” they all said in unison, holding up their badges.
Mushuang shook her badge and winked excitedly at Jiang Ke’er.
‘Senior Sister Mushuang is here too… and many other familiar faces. Wait, that guy with the Mushroom growing on his head… when did he become a Medical Cultivator? Do test subjects even count?!’
“And those people? They can’t all be with you!” a security guard shouted, pointing at a massive crowd of Cultivators further away.
“They are the audience,” Yiqin said, raising an eyebrow.
“Everyone, return to your seats. Don’t worry about things here; no one will bully our Little Junior Sister!”
The large group of Cultivators in the distance were all disciples of the Taiming Sect!
At this moment, when the whole world was spitting on and cursing them, the entire Taiming Sect had turned out to support them!
“Everyone’s scores for the Annual Examination this year were ridiculously good. The Sect Leader had no choice but to keep his promise and use his private savings to pay for the whole sect to come watch your match,” Mushuang whispered into Jiang Ke’er’s ear.
“Wait, why don’t I see the Sect Leader?” Jiang Ke’er asked, surprised.
“The tickets were too expensive. The Sect Leader is working over twenty part-time jobs to pay back the debt. He’s been working his Liver so hard his head has gone bald. How could he have the time to come?”
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