Chapter 504 Rewards By Nangong Family
Chapter 504 Rewards By Nangong Family
As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, the arena fell silent, save for the heavy breaths of the combatants. Elder Liang lay sprawled on the ground, defeated, while Patriarch Jicheng, though gravely injured, stood tall, his victory apparent to all who watched. 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝑟𝘦𝘢𝒹.𝘤𝑜𝓂
Wang Jian, observing from the stands, couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the outcome. He knew that his intervention had turned the tide of the battle, securing victory for Patriarch Jicheng and thwarting Elder Liang’s rebellion.
Sending a subtle spiritual message to Patriarch Jicheng, Wang Jian couldn’t resist a playful tone. “Looks like you owe me one for saving your skin back there,” he joked, knowing full well the truth of his words.
Patriarch Jicheng, acknowledging Wang Jian’s contribution, nodded in silent agreement. He understood the debt he owed to the talented young cultivator and made a mental note to repay it in due time.
With the battle won and the rebellion quelled, Patriarch Jicheng retreated to the safety of the Nangong Family’s palace to tend to his wounds and regroup.
Meanwhile, Elder Liang and his followers were swiftly apprehended, their powers sealed to prevent further mischief. The threat they posed had been neutralized, thanks in no small part to Wang Jian’s quick thinking and expertise in array formations.
Returning to the stands, Wang Jian was greeted by the curious gazes of his companions—Zhi Xi, Shui Xueying, and Lin Xingya—who awaited an explanation for his actions.
“What did you do out there?” Zhi Xi asked, her curiosity piqued.
Wang Jian grinned mischievously, relishing the opportunity to share his exploits. “Oh, you know, just a little array manipulation,” he replied nonchalantly, downplaying his role in the proceedings.
Shui Xueying raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You manipulated the array? But how?”
Wang Jian chuckled, enjoying the attention. “Let’s just say I have a knack for these things,” he said cryptically, unwilling to reveal too much about his abilities.
Lin Xingya, sensing his reluctance to divulge further, simply shook her head in amusement. “Well, whatever you did, it certainly turned the tables in Patriarch Jicheng’s favor. I hope he compensates you well enough for that,” she remarked, offering her gratitude to her skilled companion.
With the threat of rebellion quashed and victory secured, the group settled in to enjoy the rest of the tournament, grateful for the bonds of friendship and camaraderie that had seen them through yet another challenge.
Amidst the aftermath of the recent turmoil, Patriarch Jicheng made the difficult decision to bring the tournament to an early close. Aware of the disappointment this would bring to the participants, he resolved to compensate them generously for their troubles.
Gathering the remaining competitors, now reduced to twenty-eight, Patriarch Jicheng addressed them with a solemn expression. “I know many of you were looking forward to the conclusion of the tournament,” he began, his voice carrying the weight of his decision. “But in light of recent events, it’s clear that the safety of our participants must take precedence.”
The participants murmured among themselves, some expressing their frustration at the unexpected turn of events. But they listened attentively as Patriarch Jicheng outlined the compensation they would receive.
With a flourish, Patriarch Jicheng presented each participant with a scale from the Ancient Crimson Dragon, a rare and coveted item known for its defensive properties. “These scales will serve to bolster your defenses, protecting you against future threats,” he explained, his gaze sweeping over the assembled group.
Next, he distributed a bounty of Heavenly Thunder Blast Talismans, Heavenly Flame Blast Talismans, and other elemental talismans to each participant. “Consider these talismans as tools to aid you in your future endeavors,” he remarked, his tone encouraging.
As murmurs of appreciation rippled through the crowd, Patriarch Jicheng continued to dole out rewards, including Soul Enhancing Pellets and Enlightening Tea Leaves. “May these rare treasures serve to strengthen both body and mind,” he declared, his voice resonating with sincerity.
Finally, he unveiled the last gift: custom-forged weapons tailored to each participant’s unique style and abilities. “These weapons are imbued with ancient power and craftsmanship,” he announced, his eyes alight with pride. “With them by your side, you will be well-equipped to face any challenge that lies ahead.”
The participants erupted into cheers and applause, their gratitude evident as they inspected their newfound treasures.
After the distribution ceremony concluded, Patriarch Jicheng summoned Wang Jian to accompany him to the Nangong Family treasury. Wang Jian, intrigued by the invitation, followed Patriarch Jicheng with curiosity bubbling within him.
As they entered the treasury, Patriarch Jicheng expressed his gratitude to Wang Jian for his crucial role in the victory against Elder Liang. “Without your intervention, the outcome could have been very different,” he admitted, his tone earnest. “I owe you a debt of gratitude, and I wish to repay it by offering you any treasure from our family’s vaults.”
Wang Jian’s lips curved into a smile as he scanned the vast array of treasures. Despite the allure of wealth and power, he shook his head. “Thank you, Patriarch Jicheng, but material possessions hold little value to me,” he replied, his gaze steady. “Instead, I seek a favor from you—a promise of assistance when I require it most.”
Patriarch Jicheng arched an eyebrow, intrigued yet puzzled by Wang Jian’s request. “Assistance?” he echoed, his voice tinged with curiosity. “What sort of assistance do you seek, Wang Jian?”
Wang Jian’s smile widened as he produced a mysterious contract, his eyes gleaming with determination. “This contract will bind you to aid me when the time comes,” he explained, his tone firm. “Consider it a gesture of trust and goodwill between us.”
Patriarch Jicheng regarded the contract with a mixture of suspicion and caution. “You are bold to demand such a pledge from me,” he remarked, his tone cool. “Do you truly believe you can compel me to agree to your terms?”
Undeterred by Patriarch Jicheng’s skepticism, Wang Jian maintained his composure. “I seek only to ensure our mutual benefit,” he countered, his voice steady. “But if you refuse, I understand. However, know that I am not one to be trifled with.”
Patriarch Jicheng’s eyes narrowed slightly as he contemplated Wang Jian’s words. He could sense an underlying strength and resolve within the young cultivator, a force to be reckoned with. “Your confidence borders on arrogance, Wang Jian,” he observed, his tone measured. “But be warned—if you overstep your bounds, you may find yourself facing dire consequences.”
Wang Jian met Patriarch Jicheng’s gaze with unwavering determination. “If you want, you can take action against me. But know that any chance of negotiation would be lost then,” he declared, his voice ringing with conviction. “Also remember, Patriarch Jicheng that I am not without allies. Should you choose to challenge me, you may find yourself facing more than you bargained for.”
Patriarch Jicheng’s expression shifted, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features as he weighed his options. He could sense the intensity of Wang Jian’s resolve, a force that surpassed anything he had encountered before. “Very well,” he conceded, his voice tinged with caution. “I agree to your terms, Wang Jian.”
Wang Jian nodded in acknowledgment, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.
With the contract sealed, Wang Jian and Patriarch Jicheng exchanged a meaningful glance, a silent understanding passing between them.
After sealing the pact with Patriarch Jicheng, Wang Jian rejoined Shui Xueying, Lin Xingya, and Zhi Xi. Together, they decided to unwind at a cozy café and discuss their future plans.
As they settled into their seats, Wang Jian broached the topic of Lin Fei’s betrayal, his voice tinged with resolve. “We must find Lin Fei and put an end to his treachery,” he declared, his gaze firm. “He has aligned himself with the demonic cultivators, and he poses a grave threat to us all.”
Lin Xingya’s expression faltered at the mention of her brother’s name, a pang of sadness gripping her heart. She knew that Wang Jian spoke the truth, but the thought of confronting her brother in whose family she had been adopted filled her with sorrow.
Sensing her distress, Wang Jian reached out and gently squeezed her hand, offering silent reassurance. “I understand this is difficult for you, Xingya,” he murmured, his tone gentle. “But we cannot afford to show mercy to those who have chosen the path of darkness.”
Lin Xingya nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She knew that Wang Jian spoke sense, and she silently accepted his decision.
Meanwhile, Shui Xueying interjected with a proposal of her own, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Why don’t you come with me to the Shui Ancient Family’s domain?” she suggested, her voice laced with invitation. “We could spend some quality time together, away from the chaos of the world.”
Wang Jian smiled warmly at her offer but shook his head regretfully. “I appreciate the invitation, Xueying, but I have other plans,” he explained, his tone apologetic. “I intend to accompany Zhi Xi to the Heavenly Jade Pavilion.”
The unexpected announcement caught Lin Xingya and Shui Xueying off guard, their eyebrows shooting up in surprise. They exchanged a knowing glance, silently acknowledging Wang Jian’s depraved intentions.
Zhi Xi, however, beamed with excitement at the prospect of Wang Jian’s company. “I can’t wait to show you around the Heavenly Lotus Pavilion and introduce you to my master,” she enthused, her eyes alight with anticipation. “I’m certain she will be impressed by your talents.”
Wang Jian returned her enthusiasm with a nod of agreement, his gaze filled with anticipation. “I look forward to it, Zhi Xi,” he replied, his tone genuine. “I’m eager to learn from your master and explore the wonders of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion.”
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