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Shangjing City.

Inside a martial arts hall located in the city center.

Besides the training hall in the basement, there is also a conference room on the top floor of the adjoining building.

Entering through the gilt carved wooden door.

A cold mist mixed with the fresh scent of bamboo leaves hits you.

The entire floor has been converted into a miniature mountain range, with gray-green artificial hills rising from the entrance, and artificial waterfalls cascading through rock crevices...

It is extremely extravagant.

Eight silver-haired elders sit at the highest platform of the rocky terrace.

Behind them hangs a three-meter-high plaque made of golden silkwood, the vermilion traces of "Martial Extremes Eight Desolates" still carrying the fierce ink smell of pine smoke.

The young disciples kneel on green stone mats below.

Women in dark green brocade cheongsams move among them, occasionally kneeling beside disciples, covering their mouths and lightly laughing with flushed cheeks.

When the last disciple takes their seat.

The elder seated in the main position lightly taps a brass bowl with a tea needle.

The crisp vibration sound brings silence to the entire room.

"Everyone, before the banquet starts, let's discuss who to send this time."

As soon as the words finished.

A disciple holding onto a cheongsam attendant immediately raises their hand.

"I'll go."

After speaking... the room falls silent.

The elder hears this, looks at him, says nothing, nor denies it.

But this silence is the biggest blow to him.

The disciple can only deflately lower his hand, accepting comfort from the cheongsam attendant beside him.

Because no matter the people present again...

They are the absolute core disciples of their martial arts halls.

Employed at major institutions of the Federation.

A casual leak between fingers would be enough for them to enjoy wealth and luxury.

"The latest intelligence now is that Fang Qingyu single-handedly eliminates the Micro Level Divine Descent Body, so anyone below Micro Level combat power shouldn't consider it."

A disciple sitting in a relatively upper position looks lightly at the person who just raised their hand and says.

Being able to sit here.

Does not mean they have the strength to challenge Fang Qingyu.

It merely represents that their martial arts hall is here.

Indicating willingness to contribute.

Then, among the eight elders, one looks towards the leading elder.

"If challenging him on the grounds of Divine Armament, won't the Federation intervene!?"

At that time Fang Qingyu left Shangjing in an invincible posture.

Crushing the face of various martial arts halls.

And giving Old Hong a reason to remove all immortals from the martial arts halls.

The matter originally ended here.

At most, if there is a chance later, the venue could be called back.

After all, it's due to a lack of skill.

But...

Later they discovered.

Fang Qingyu took away, not only the face of each martial arts hall.

But also a Divine Armament.

Now, no one can stay calm.

Face is a small matter, but Divine Armament is a major one!!

There are so few in the entire Federation.

And now one is given to someone who merely shines slightly among martial arts apprentices!?

This is indeed quite unfair.

One must know that the featured talents of each martial arts hall, at Fang Qingyu's age, had long surpassed the extraordinary and become martial artists.

If distributing Divine Armament...

It should be these talents who deserve it.

Thus all martial arts halls combined forces, holding today's banquet.

"At that time he could take Divine Armament, meaning disciples of apprentice level lacked skill."

"Now if he can't hold onto Divine Armament, it's because he lacks skill."

The leading elder listens, calmly says a sentence.

Directly defining the matter as a competition, a prize.

"And... who to send?"

The question returns to the starting point.

As the challenger, it's impossible to say the opponent cannot use Divine Armament or similar restrictions.

So once considering this factor.

Everyone has to be more cautious.

That is Divine Armament, under meeting conditions, it can even wield divine power!!

"Ying Yufan, Leng Hui... and Wei Banmeng should go."

The elder taps the bowl when he hears this.

The crisp vibrational sound echoes in the room.

The first two names are fine.

When the last name appears, some disciples' eyes suddenly gleam with a trace of schadenfreude.

"It's fine..."

"But you know, our martial arts hall is currently recruiting heavily, and the internal resources are somewhat strained."

However, after the elder finishes, Ying Yufan, sitting at the leftmost top, suddenly frowns and speaks softly.

Since it's a bet on Divine Armament.

Then they must, at the very least, prepare something equivalent to Divine Armament.

Otherwise, it provides Fang Qingyu a reason to refuse.

Hearing this, the elder looks up at the other disciples below.

Implied meaning is clear.

This is when those martial arts halls unable to compete must contribute.

Wanting a chance to fight for Divine Armament.

How can anyone not pay anything!?

Thus after the first disciple takes the lead, others also nervously start to speak.

"Very good."

"We martial artists need a united will to create our future!"

The elder watches calmly.

Only finally reveals a slight smile, raises the Moonlight Cup in hand.

Against the steel dome of the city as a backdrop highlighting the beautiful wine in the cup.

Seeing this, everyone raises their cups.

Eyes showing joy.

The people the elder decided on, they are reassured.

The cooperation is also pleasant.

Next, just patiently wait for the Divine Armament to return to Shangjing.

Only then will the next round of contention proceed.

...

"Come, let me introduce you, these two are our new members, Qiao Yongkang, Lv Chen."

Inside a private room in a restaurant near the Divine Management Bureau.

Fang Qingyu stands up introducing Qin Hui to the three.

"Familiar faces, old friends, haha."

Seeing this, Qin Hui happily stands up, shaking hands with Old Qiao.