Chapter 114 - 111: Chu He’s Purpose

At this moment, Chu He cupped his hands toward Mo Qianqian. "Brother Asura, forgive me!"

With that, Chu He’s eyes widened. A Spirit Body instantly materialized before Mo Qianqian, swinging its palm upward.

Mo Qianqian rapidly retreated. His own Spirit Body appeared to the side, throwing a punch at Chu He’s Spirit Body.

However, a smile crept onto Chu He’s lips. His Spirit Body made no attempt to block Mo Qianqian’s attack. Instead, it swiftly lunged for Mo Qianqian’s mask.

SWISH!

Moving with incredible speed, Chu He’s Spirit Body grabbed onto the mask in an instant and pulled outward. At the exact same time, Mo Qianqian’s Spirit Body landed a solid punch on its opponent.

BANG!

Chu He’s Spirit Body instantly shattered, transforming into a massive shockwave that blasted toward Mo Qianqian. Simultaneously, Mo Qianqian’s Black Iron Mask was violently torn off. As he was knocked back by the shockwave, the mask flew from his face.

COUGH!

Blood sprayed from the corner of Chu He’s mouth, but his expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected this all along.

"You..." Mo Qianqian was shocked.

He finally realized Chu He’s true intention. The man had never planned to actually fight him. His only goal was to tear off the mask! He had willingly sacrificed his Spirit Body, letting it be destroyed just to rip off the disguise.

Mo Qianqian marveled inwardly, having no idea what Chu He’s ultimate goal was. Fortunately, he had listened to the Sect Leader of the Vast Sect and worn that special Human Skin Mask underneath beforehand. Otherwise, his true identity would have been exposed, and he would have been caught like a fish in a barrel.

"What?" As Mo Qianqian steadied himself and the crowd finally got a clear look at his face, everyone was utterly stunned.

Asura was not a middle-aged man. Instead, he was a young man who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The boy’s face was masculine, handsome, and flawless, as if meticulously chiseled by the world’s most perfect sculptor. His peerless visage exuded a captivating masculine charm, drawing everyone’s gaze and leaving them entranced in admiration.

"Fifteen or sixteen? Asura is only fifteen or sixteen?"

"My god, we suspected he was some old geezer in disguise. It turns out he’s just a teenager?"

"A fifteen-year-old Second-Grade Spirit Master who swept the floor with all the others? How is that even possible?"

"Why is he so handsome?"

"Heavens, even I, a man, can’t help but be mesmerized by his face, let alone the women. With such a peerless visage, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call him the most handsome man in the world."

"Could that be why he wears a mask? Because he’s too good-looking?"

The crowd was left entirely speechless. To dominate all other Second-Grade Spirit Masters at such a young age—what kind of heaven-defying talent was this? There was absolutely no need for a vote; the title of Master Kui undoubtedly belonged to Asura. Anyone who dared to vote for someone else would become the laughingstock of the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

Asura’s striking appearance was equally astonishing. Every woman present had lost themselves in a daze. They seemed to have forgotten everything that had just transpired, completely captivated by his face. His features possessed an inexplicable allure.

"Elder Asura..." Shi Muyao mumbled. At this moment, she looked entirely smitten. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, and her cheeks flushed crimson.

"I think I’ve fallen in love with this man," the Third Princess purred. She shifted her seductive figure, resting her chin on her palm as she locked her eyes on Mo Qianqian.

Nangong Ling felt her heart violently tremble for no apparent reason, while Wanya maintained an elegant posture, gazing at Mo Qianqian with deep infatuation.

"It’s not Mo Qianqian?" Ling Qingxue parted her lips in disbelief.

She had been highly suspicious. Chu He had acted this way entirely because she had approached him. If the man behind the mask truly was Mo Qianqian, exposing his face would have meant his death. To her surprise, she had been entirely wrong. The person standing before them was not Mo Qianqian at all. A wave of guilt washed over her for the false accusation, but mingled with that shame was the undeniable pull of his irresistibly handsome face. In that moment, Ling Qingxue found her heart fluttering inexplicably.

Xian Ling’Er’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly snapped out of it. She reminded herself, "The person I like is Brother Chu He. It could never be anyone else."

Among the women, the most clear-headed was actually the supposedly simple-minded Fifth Princess. Her bright eyes sparkled as she tilted her head, continuously scrutinizing Mo Qianqian as if she had seen through his disguise.

In addition, an inconspicuous old lady stared at that flawless face and thought, "It’s a success. The perfect mask is a success..."

If Mo Qianqian had known, he would have been utterly astounded. This old lady was the very person who had given him the mask. She was currently wearing a Human Skin Mask herself, blending seamlessly into the crowd.

"How is this possible?" Luo Wushuang and the black-haired elder at the Third Level of Tongyou Realm were also dumbfounded.

This was especially true for the black-haired elder. Had he really believed that Asura had no future? Had he actually snubbed Asura to join the Bai Xiu Conglomerate instead?

On the arena stage, Chu He stood rooted to the spot in shock.

Even Mo Qianqian himself sensed something amiss. When the mask was taken off and everyone’s eyes locked onto him, he felt as though his entire aura had shifted. He wondered, "Does this mask have the ability to alter my presence when people look at me? Or is this all just my imagination?"

"How is this possible? How could he be so young?" Off the stage, Ye Xiao, who was currently treating his injuries, froze in disbelief. Being utterly defeated by Asura across three rounds was one thing—he had at least taken comfort in the assumption that his opponent was older. But the truth was that this prodigy was over ten years younger than him!

SWISH!

Quickly snapping back to reality, Mo Qianqian manipulated his Spirit Body to retrieve the Black Iron Mask, bringing it back to him in a flash. He then placed the mask back over his face.

"Chu He..." Mo Qianqian began. Out of habit, he almost used his disguised middle-aged voice, but remembering that his age had just been exposed, he switched to a different, youthful tone. "You’ve lost!"

"I have indeed lost!" A smile bloomed on Chu He’s face. Without a hint of disappointment or anger, he turned and walked off the stage, looking entirely satisfied.

"Asura, would you be willing to take me as your master?" Chu Yiming suddenly called out from the VIP seats.

The crowd’s gazes instantly swiveled toward Chu Yiming, especially those of the Grand Elders from the various major families.

"You old geezer, the competition isn’t even over yet! What is the meaning of this?" Qiu Fengliang cursed indignantly.

"Ahem..." Chu Yiming immediately snapped out of his eagerness. "I was too abrupt. Let the competition continue. Does anyone else wish to challenge Asura?"

A fifteen-year-old reaching the Second-Grade Spirit Master Realm—this made him the most monstrous Spirit Master genius in the history of the Great Xia Dynasty. Who wouldn’t want to take him under their wing?

At this point, silence reigned over the audience. No one stepped onto the stage, and no one spoke a word. It was blatantly obvious that no one dared to challenge him. The title of Master Kui for this Spirit Master Banquet was a foregone conclusion.

"Since no one is stepping up, the third round of the competition officially ends here." Chu Yiming could barely contain his impatience. "Now, we will begin the selection for Master Kui."

The moment Chu Yiming’s voice fell, Qiu Fengliang chimed in, "Is there even a need to vote? It’s undoubtedly Asura!"

"Asura!"

"Asura!"

"Asura!"

The Eldest Prince and the elders of the three major families voiced their agreement one after another. If anyone had chosen someone else at this point, the entire crowd would have spat on them in contempt.

"Elder Asura won the title of Master Kui!" Shi Muyao cheered in excitement.

"Asura is the Master Kui of this year’s Spirit Master Banquet!" Chu Yiming announced straightforwardly, before continuing, "As for the candidates for Ya Kui..."

"Chu He!" Qiu Fengliang was the first to speak.

"Xian Ling’Er!" the Eldest Prince declared.

"Ye Xiao!" the middle-aged man from Tai Xuan Academy chimed in.

Hearing the middle-aged man from Tai Xuan Academy, Mo Qianqian furrowed his brow slightly. He thought, "Could Tai Xuan Academy be Ye Xiao’s backer?"

In this third round, both Ye Xiao and Chu He had been severely injured, rendering them unable to fight further. However, based on the first two rounds, Chu He was clearly far superior to Ye Xiao. And then there was Xian Ling’Er, who was even younger and had completely dominated the First-Grade Spirit Master Realm. Her performance was a notch above the rest, making it impossible for Ye Xiao to even compare.

The fact that someone had still voted for Ye Xiao strongly suggested personal bias. Of course, the major powers had the right to vote however they pleased, and a single vote wouldn’t necessarily sway the final outcome.

"Chu He!" the Grand Elder of the Lie Family stated.

"Xian Ling’Er!" the Grand Elder of the Ling Family said.

"Chu He!" the Grand Elder of the Yuwen Family added.

Finally, everyone’s eyes landed on Chu Yiming.