Jiang Wang paid no mind to how Chen Zhibo would manage the situation.

Seeing that Chen Zhibo had no further intention of speaking with him, he settled back down beside Ji Shaoqing.

This time, however, he openly and forthrightly began to meditate, focusing on nurturing his own vitality. It seemed he was truly committed to enduring Ji Shaoqing to death, and genuinely preparing to face any cultivator of the same realm.

The young cultivators of Fishing Sea Tower dispersed. They knew shame and would “return brave later.”

Still lingering nearby were cultivators from various sects, as well as those affiliated with Decision Ming Island and Yang Valley. Although the Town Sea Alliance had been established, encompassing almost all sects on the nearby islands, the original power dynamics remained largely unchanged. Decision Ming Island and Yang Valley were still formidable, with Fishing Sea Tower’s expansion primarily absorbing the originally neutral sects.

While Fishing Sea Tower’s cultivators were unwilling to watch their genius slowly succumb, the cultivators of Decision Ming Island and Yang Valley were keen observers.

This was especially true for those from Decision Ming Island; they simply gloried in it.

Witnessing the clamoring voices of the crowd silenced by Jiang Wang’s single utterance, seeing the cultivators filling the pits and valleys rendered speechless, and observing the young cultivators of Fishing Sea Tower, who had grown arrogant since the Town Sea Alliance’s establishment, utterly deflated by Jiang Wang, their morale completely crushed, having to rely on Chen Zhibo’s forced tears for salvage…

Jiang Wuyou, gripping her Fang Tian Ghost God Halberd, felt an overwhelming urge to laugh heartily.

What was a genius?

What was a genius of Great Qi!

The meaning of a Great Qi genius was that if one was a genius within the borders of Qi, then in any corner of the world, they would also be a top-tier genius!

Looking again at Jiang Wang, who had already entered a state of cultivation, she felt even more gratified.

This enormous investment in Jiang Wang had been fraught with continuous challenges, a constant feeling of being on the verge of losing everything. Many around her had not understood or supported her. Even Mr. Mo, though he supported her, did so on the grounds of “having already invested so much, this little bit more won’t make a difference.”

The spy within Fishing Sea Tower’s clerical ranks, enlisting Qi Xiao’s help for advocacy, risking great danger to offer guidance, not to mention her own multiple direct interventions…

At that time, no one felt that Jiang Wang was worth such a heavy gamble!

But now?

Others might not know, but she did. Jiang Wang had undoubtedly plucked three divine powers.

Because Bu Zhou Wind was a divine power that didn’t need to be concealed, a direct killing divine power like that was also impossible to hide. And Jiang Wang had just told her that when that person opened his two Mansions, he already possessed two divine power seeds.

So, besides Samadhi True Fire and Bu Zhou Wind, he should still have one hidden divine power that had not been unleashed.

This meant that even after just displaying great divine might and defeating Ji Shaoqing, who possessed the Heaven Gate divine power… he still hadn’t used his full strength!

He had continuously opened three Mansions and continuously plucked three divine power seeds. Within the entire Fishing Sea Tower, among cultivators of the Inner Mansion realm, none dared to fight him. To this extent, that person still possessed hidden fighting strength!

If such a Jiang Wang wasn’t worth a heavy gamble, then on whom could one place their chips?

She casually put away her Fang Tian Ghost God Halberd and looked at Gu Huaixin, saying, “True Person Gu, do you wish to continue accompanying this Princess and notarize this battle?”

It was difficult for her to harbor no anger towards Gu Huaixin’s earlier obstruction. Ji Shaoqing had clearly intended to flee; had he not seen Chen Zhibo, who was also notarizing, not intervene or assist?

Yet, this Gu Huaixin, in his urgency to protect his disciple, had, in the capacity of a True Person, made a move to obstruct and remind Ji Shaoqing that he could not run.

Thus, her words naturally carried resentment – *Aren’t you acting as a fair Deputy Host, maintaining the order of the duel? Then simply stay with me and watch with wide-open eyes as your direct disciple dies!*

Inner Mansion cultivators were, of course, a world apart from Cave True cultivators.

However, the Princess of Great Qi’s Hua Ying Palace had the qualification to speak with a True Person. And from a position of reason, as a notarizer of this duel, she had the right to speak with anyone attempting to interfere.

Most importantly… Great Qi’s God of War, Jiang Mengxiong’s Covering Army Finger Tiger, was currently in the high heavens. Who could do anything to her!

Speaking provocatively was merely that, provocation!

Gu Huaixin glanced at Jiang Wuyou and finally decided not to remain silent any longer.

Jiang Wuyou and Jiang Wang, after all, had different identities. A slight against Jiang Wuyou could be directly attributed to the Qi royal family.

Had he not seen that even Chongguang True Person, the first elder of Fishing Sea Tower, had to offer Jiang Wuyou a seat during the Sea Sacrifice Grand Ceremony?

“This is a matter for you young people. The responsibility of notarizing the duel rests with Zhibo and you. As notarizers, you should act accordingly. On the stage of a life-and-death battle, they each rely on their own means. The one with superior skill lives, the one with inferior skill dies, there is nothing more to be said.”

He spoke slowly, “I am merely an old man with one foot in the grave, a bystander in this farce.”

All contemporary True Persons had a lifespan limit of one thousand two hundred and ninety-six years. Since the restart of the Dao Calendar, only three thousand nine hundred and nineteen years had passed, demonstrating the length of their lifespans.

Gu Huaixin claiming to have one foot in the grave was, of course, merely a figure of speech. But it also inevitably carried a hint of resentment and a touch of desolation – he ultimately could not remain completely unmoved by Ji Shaoqing’s plight.

Jiang Wuyou nodded, “True Person Gu understands the greater righteousness deeply, that is even better.”

She cared not what Gu Huaixin thought in his heart, only what he said. A dignified contemporary True Person could hardly swallow his own words in front of so many people. Moreover, under the gaze of Jiang Mengxiong, she had completely blocked off any possibility of Gu Huaixin interfering with the duel.

And Chong Xuan Sheng, observing from Tian Ya Terrace, was in a different state altogether.

Today was Jiang Wang’s main event, and he had maintained silence throughout.

He actually quite wanted to tell Chen Zhibo, *If you had been born fifteen years earlier, you might not have seen how Tian An Ping was either.* But firstly, there was no need to continue provoking Chen Zhibo. Secondly, mentioning Tian An Ping in front of Jiang Wuyou was inevitably short-sighted. Thirdly, Chen Zhibo, this person, genuinely had no overly hateful qualities, including his current speech, which was solely for his sect’s benefit. There was truly no need to create enmity.

Letting others verbally have the upper hand was fine; as long as Jiang Wang didn’t suffer any substantial loss, it was acceptable.

Regarding Gu Huaixin, he had a belly full of words with which he could attack. But the other party was, after all, a True Person…

He could only keep his eyes narrowed.

Those who didn’t understand him might even think he was sleeping while standing.

Time is relentless.

From the seventeenth of April, year three thousand nine hundred and nineteen of the Dao Calendar, until the twenty-second of April, year three thousand nine hundred and nineteen of the Dao Calendar.

A full five days.

Jiang Wang sat on Tian Ya Terrace for a full five days.

Ji Shaoqing struggled painfully on Tian Ya Terrace for five days.

Including Jiang Wuyou, Chong Xuan Sheng… as well as Gu Huaixin, Chen Zhibo, and other spectators, they all guarded outside Tian Ya Terrace, keeping watch for five days.

Among them also included the confrontation in the high heavens between the Ancient Sword Chen Du and the Covering Army Finger Tiger…

During these five days, aside from Tian Ya Terrace, other places on Huai Island seemed to have returned to normal. People continued with their lives. But no matter who it was, they would always, from time to time, involuntarily glance towards Tian Ya Terrace.

Everyone was waiting for the final outcome, whether they expressed it or not.

For all people, these were long five days!

Jiang Wang had declared beforehand that he would endure Ji Shaoqing until his vitality was exhausted and his lamp dry, enduring him to death alive. He was prepared to endure for nine days and nine nights on Tian Ya Terrace.

But Ji Shaoqing seemed unable to last until the ninth day.

By the fifth day, his life was already nearing its end.

From the position of a genius, he had been struck down into the dust. In this place that should have garnered universal attention and endless glory, he was being trampled underfoot by his opponent.

All his postures before death were being witnessed by others.

Ji Shaoqing’s pain was imaginable to all.

He wailed, struggled, shed tears…

Until later.

Silent, mournful, awaiting death.

He had almost become a corpse; by the fifth day, he had completely ceased all movement.

Thus, people knew that the final moment had arrived.