Chapter 111 Anti-counterfeiting Operation

Chapter 111 Anti-counterfeiting Operation

"Lingyun Xiao wins the first match of the Foundation Establishment Zone Arena!"

The disciples of Wendao Sect immediately cheered. There were two competitions being held at the same time, but their sect had won first place. This was a great start and undoubtedly a good omen.

Disciples from other sects were both envious and helpless, wondering why Wendao Sect always seemed to have all the good things happen to them.

This time, Sect Leader Qingxuzi was much more reserved, no longer showing off, but the expression on his face said it all—the position of the leader of the seven sects of Wendao Sect was as solid as a rock, and none of you should even think about coveting it.

Lou Yuqing looked towards the arena.

The Yunxiao Sect disciple knelt on the ground, sword in hand, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Hearing the verdict, he looked at the young man opposite him with resentment and said, "Next time, I will definitely beat you!"

Ling Yunxiao said casually, "Is that so?"

He turned and flew off the stage without hesitation.

The Yunxiao Sect disciples felt even worse. The other party's attitude clearly showed that they were not taken seriously, and their strength was indeed inferior to the other party's.

Lou Yuqing asked Ling Yunxiao curiously, "Did that person challenge you to a fight?" The battle was over in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea; Ling Yunxiao was stronger than she had imagined.

Ling Yunxiao saw the admiration in her eyes and cleared his throat, saying, "Yes, he wants a next time, but I won't give him that chance. He's improving, and so am I, and I'm improving even faster."

A powerful confidence emanates from him, exuding a youthful vigor and unparalleled charm.

Lou Yuqing glanced at him a couple more times.

Ling Yunxiao remained motionless, letting her scrutinize him.

A strange atmosphere lingered between the two, as if a thread was connecting their hearts; if one heartbeat was felt by the other.

Just as Lou Yuqing couldn't help but look away, a chorus of exclamations came from the spectator area of ​​the Golden Core competition.

The faint blush on her face returned to normal, and the strange feeling from before receded like the tide. She glanced over at the situation, and behind her, Ling Yunxiao's gaze followed her closely.

Unfortunately, the first and second picks in the Golden Elixir Division were both disciples of the Wendao Sect—Kui Houming and Meng Shuangya, whose master and father were fellow disciples.

The spells and supernatural abilities of Golden Core cultivators are far more complex than those of Foundation Establishment cultivators, making it difficult to determine a winner in a short period of time. Only if someone masters a powerful supernatural ability can they possibly achieve a crushing victory.

Elder Kui Tu and Meng Zonghan showed no surprise when they saw that their disciples and daughters had drawn their opponents. They had expected this situation, given the large number of disciples from their sect who had passed the test.

However, they hadn't expected things to develop this way.

Just now, at the height of the confrontation between the two sides.

Meng Shuangya sensed that she could not withstand Kui Houming's magical attack, so she summoned a bowl-shaped magical artifact. With the activation of spiritual power, a thick layer of light shield formed in front of her.

She planned to use the magical artifact to buy time to unleash a powerful spell and counterattack her opponent.

Seeing the two fighting back and forth, the disciples were excited and thought the battle wouldn't end anytime soon. But the next moment, when Meng Shuangya's light shield met Wei Houming's attack, it collapsed on its own with a crack, unable to withstand even a moment, and shattered into countless fragments.

It was too late for Meng Shuangya to react; she vomited blood and fainted on the spot after being attacked.

The exclamation Lou Yuqing heard came from this place.

"Shuangya!"

Disregarding the rules, Meng Zonghan flashed onto the arena, helped up his daughter who had collapsed and was vomiting blood, and fed her a healing pill.

Meng Shuangya's complexion improved, and he then looked around. On the ground next to his daughter, fragments of the bowl-shaped ritual implement were scattered everywhere.

Kui Houming hurriedly asked, "Uncle-Master, how is Junior Sister Shuangya? I didn't mean to hurt her."

Meng Zonghan didn't blame him, and said, "I know, it's probably because of the magic artifact. She suffered some internal injuries, but it's not a big problem. She can recover after meditating for two days."

Kui Houming stared at the fragments of the magical artifact: "It seems there's something wrong with Junior Sister Shuangya's magical artifact. I didn't think I could hurt her at the time, and I was even prepared to fight back, but..."

There was one thing he couldn't understand: Shuangya was Meng Shishu's biological daughter, and she had no shortage of money, so why were the defensive magical artifacts she purchased so fragile?

Meng Zonghan was also puzzled, wondering if he had been mistreating his daughter. How could such a low-quality magical artifact catch her eye?

While the stage fell into a state of silence, the disciples below began to discuss among themselves.

Among the crowd, He Wenjing saw Meng Shuangya injured, his expression changed, and he subconsciously wanted to rush onto the stage. When he saw Meng Zonghan appear, he immediately stopped. His identity had not yet been revealed, and it was not appropriate to attract her father's attention at this moment.

However, seeing that Shuangya still hadn't woken up, his face was full of anxiety. The bowl-shaped magic artifact was something he had given to Shuangya, but it was completely useless.

What Master Du? He's a complete fraud!

And that disciple who sold him the magical artifacts—he was a complete ruthless merchant. If he weren't tied up, he would have torn them to shreds.

Du Fengyao, who was in the spectator area, sneezed, unaware that she was about to face a credibility crisis. She sighed, "Which weapon refiner made this magic weapon? She's going to be in trouble now."

The unscrupulous merchant Su Zhile was sweating profusely. He recognized that the bowl-shaped magic tool used by Meng Shuangya was the one he had sold to the young cultivator. Master Du's works were always guaranteed, so how could such a major accident have occurred?

He gripped the two magical artifacts in his storage bag and couldn't help but wonder if Master Du had sold him substandard products. The middleman's low price seemed to have some basis.

Su Zhile became increasingly uneasy as he thought about it, feeling that he had overlooked some details.

"Father?"

Just then, Meng Shuangya slowly woke up, her face rosy, her eyes bright, and she looked to be in very good spirits.

Once Meng Zonghan was certain that his daughter had basically recovered, his expression relaxed slightly. He quickly asked about the matter he was concerned about: "Shuangya, what's the story with your magical artifact?"

Meng Shuangya was stunned for a moment. The magic artifact was a gift from Wen Jing, and he had no reason to harm her. However, if she said it out loud, her father might have a bad impression of Wen Jing.

Suddenly, a clear female voice rang out.

The ritual implement was a gift from Meng Shuangya's partner.

The sound seemed to ring in everyone's ears, exceptionally clear, and no one in the square was missed.

Everyone: ? ? ?

No, where is that sound coming from?

The powerful figures in the void were completely bewildered, and the disciples in the square were even more clueless.

Soon, they discovered something even more terrifying: when they tried to speak, they couldn't open their mouths at all, as if some force was suppressing them.

The higher one's cultivation level, the stronger the suppression one experiences.

Those in the know, including Sect Leader Qingxuzi, were not surprised. However, the sect's higher-ups were somewhat troubled. Originally, only a small number of people knew about it, so the matter could still be controlled.

Now that everyone's voices have been heard, the scope of their influence seems to be expanding.

Meng Zonghan frowned: "Shuangya's partner?"

He suddenly remembered her behavior after she returned—often absent-minded and laughing—wasn't that just like a young girl's behavior? Shuangya had said she would find a son-in-law to live with her in the future, could it be...?

Lou Yuqing looked at the panel in front of her.

A few moments ago, the system suddenly upgraded.

Host: Lou Yuqing

Gossip Value: 500,000 points

The melon field's area is within a radius of ten li (approximately 5 kilometers).

List of participants: Qingxuzi (10,000 points)...Medical Sage (8,000 points)...Madam Hongyan (5,000 points)...Shi Hua (3,000 points)...

Module functions: audio and video, system tasks.

Everything else remains the same, but the area of ​​the melon field has been expanded from one li to ten li.

Lou Yuqing was in a great mood and squandered her melon-eating points, casually buying Meng Shuangya's melon. Upon seeing it, she immediately widened her eyes in surprise.

This magical artifact is using someone else's name; not only is it not genuine, it has also changed hands twice. The mastermind behind this is truly well hidden.

He Wenjing's expression of gritting his teeth paused. The disciple who sold him the magic weapon was also kept in the dark.

Su Zhile's head suddenly went blank as he finally realized what he had overlooked. If the magic artifact the middleman sold him was fake from beginning to end, then everything would be obvious.

He was scammed!

He thought he had struck gold, but in fact he had fallen into a trap because of his greed for cheap deals. Now he wants to settle accounts with the middleman, but he doesn't even know the middleman's background or identity.

Du Fengyao shook her head. Those who sell counterfeit goods are all unethical. She wondered which unlucky person had their name stolen.

The next moment.

Lou Yuqing's inner thoughts resonated.

[Poor Master Du Fengyao, how am I supposed to tell her that someone is using the pretext of her creating extra magical artifacts to sell them to her fans at so-called discounted prices, and that this has happened more than ten times, with the total transaction amount exceeding tens of thousands of spirit stones?]

Du Fengyao's smile froze: "..."

So she was the unlucky one.

Damn it, which bastard did this!

Among the disciples who were deceived was a man named Su Zhile. He had even invited my senior sister and me to bid on magical artifacts. Luckily, we didn't go. He probably doesn't know that he bought fakes.

Su Zhile: "..."

Now I know.

All he wants now is to kill the middleman!

[In order to buy Master Du's magical artifacts, Su Zhile went bankrupt, and then used one of them to recoup her losses. Coincidentally, the buyer was Meng Shuangya's partner. He Wenjing, unaware of the truth, gave the artifact to her, which led to the tragedy.]

He Wenjing: "..."

That despicable, unscrupulous merchant—he won't let him get away with it.

After hearing the whole story, everyone concluded that someone was selling inferior magical artifacts under Du Fengyao's name. Su Zhile bought one, He Wenjing bought another, and Meng Shuangya was injured while using the artifact.

Who this person is is crucial; once this person is identified, the matter can be brought to a close.

A disciple who recognized Su Zhile asked, "Junior Brother Su, who is that?"

Su Zhile remained silent; asking him was pointless, as he hadn't even seen the middleman's face clearly.

Ling Yunxiao looked at the girl beside him. Her face was radiant from eating melon, making her look exceptionally charming.

As he watched intently, his disciples observed their surroundings, trying to find the source of his inner thoughts.

Lou Yuqing noticed this scene and raised her eyebrows in confusion.

Why has everyone stopped fighting?

Logically, after the two competitions were over, it should have been time for the next match, but everyone remained indifferent.

Si Nidie held her breath. Was her junior sister about to discover her?

[I understand. Lord Meng is angry because his daughter is injured, and he's standing motionless on the arena, so no one dares to move.]

Si Nidie: "..."

It seems she was overthinking it.