680 Mo Wen Gets Chosen

"Congratulations. You have completed the task." The voice of the Tower Spirit sounded in Mo Wen's mind. The next moment, a light flashed and Mo Wen disappeared from the valley. Before he knew it, he had been returned to the altar.

There was already a person standing there. It was a woman in a white robe. It was Nangong Mingzhu.

She gave Mo Wen a sideways glance. "This time, I am first," she said. She lowered her gaze and did not say anything else. She wore her look that kept everyone at bay.

Mo Wen had not expected that Nangong Mingzhu would be competing with him over this. He smiled indifferently but did not say anything.

He did not know how powerful Nangong Mingzhu's abilities were, but killing ten Lord monstrous beasts obviously had not troubled her. He was not surprised that she was the first to come out.

Mo Wen had just arrived back at the altar when another light flashed. Tan Qiyue walked out.

Tan Qiyue clearly had not expected that Mo Wen would complete the task before him. He looked at him with some surprise. Although he had not worked at his fastest speed when killing the monstrous beasts, neither had he intentionally slowed down. Obviously, the speed at which Mo Wen had killed the monstrous beasts was faster than his.

"Heroes are born young. No wonder there is a saying that as in the Chang Jiang River, the waves behind drive on those ahead, so each new generation excels the last one." Tan Qiyue smiled as he nodded at Mo Wen.

"Senior, you praise me too much," Mo Wen said with a smile.

"I have not seen a youth as talented as you for many years. If we have the chance, we should have a nice long chat over drinks."

A light flashed and the fourth person walked out. What surprised Mo Wen was that the fourth person was not the leader of the Ghost Lair, Chu Yuan. Instead, it was Gao Hanshan. Not long after Gao Hanshan arrived back on the altar, Lan Zhongzhi also walked out.

As long as the person arrived back at the altar within fifteen minutes, they had completed the task.

After waiting for another five minutes, Chu Yuan, who was dressed in black robes, came walking out slowly. He did not look at anyone. He went to stand in a corner, immediately closing his eyes for a rest.

Six people now stood on the altar. As expected, only Bu Xingyi had yet to come out.

Mo Wen frowned slightly. If Bu Xingyi dropped the ball again, Mo Wen could not help him even if he wanted to. Obviously, this place did not allow others to head over and assist.

Time passed slowly. The fifteen minutes were about to end, and Bu Xingyi still showed no signs of coming out.

"Trash!" Chu Yuan had been silent the whole time but now could not help but curse under his breath. If Bu Xingyi did not pass this stage, then all their previous efforts would have been in vain.

Gao Hanshan, Lan Zhongzhi, and the others also frowned. Their expressions were all somewhat anxious. This was about the success or failure of all human ancient martial art practitioners. It did not allow for any mishaps.

Only Nangong Mingzhu remained calm. It did not seem as if she cared much about the task at all.

The fifteen minutes came to an end. Bu Xingyi had not appeared.

Mo Wen sighed, shaking his head slightly.

Gao Hanshan, Lan Zhongzhi and the rest also sighed. They knew that they had failed the task.

"Human Warrior Bu Xingyi was unable to kill all the monstrous beasts within the allotted time. Task failed." The voice of the Tower Spirit sounded from the void. Next, a circle of light appeared on the altar. Bu Xingyi walked out with a despondent look. He kept his head down, not having the courage to look anyone in the eye.

He had given it his all, but how could he kill ten Lord monstrous beasts within fifteen minutes without a profound level weapon?

"This is all Mo Wen's fault. I asked him to lend me a profound level weapon, and he stubbornly refused."

Seemingly feeling that the surrounding gazes aimed at him were unfair Bu Xingyi could not help but say this. He had given it his all. What could he do if they all had profound level weapons and he did not?

"As expected of the Ming Temple's Sect Grand Elder. Your own ability is subpar, and you are instead blaming this youth. Later, I want to ask whether all the Ming Temple's Sect Grand Elders are like this," Gao Hanshan said with a cold smile. At this moment, Bu Xingyi was actually still blaming Mo Wen.

Right now, even the gaze that Lan Zhongzhi aimed at Bu Xingyi was somewhat sullen. The behavior of the Ming Temple's Sect Grand Elder was extremely unbecoming. If he failed, he failed. It was only a matter of lack of skill. But right now, he actually still wanted to find excuses and was still blaming others for not lending him treasures. It was disgraceful.

As an ancient martial art practitioner who was also from the Floating Mystery Dimension, Lan Zhongzhi felt ashamed.

Before this, there had always been rumors that this Ming Temple's Third Sect Grand Elder's had poor conduct and a sinister character. He was said to have a tendency to ambush people from behind. Lan Zhongzhi would never have imagined that Bu Xingyi's conduct was actually even poorer than had been rumored. It seemed as though he did not have any strength of character at all.

"You are called Bu Xingyi, right? I'll remember that. If I have the chance in the future, I will certainly send you to your death," Tan Qiyue said as he looked at Bu Xingyi coldly. Clearly, what he had said before this was not a joke.

Bu Xingyi felt a chill down his spine. Being marked by a second realm Martial Arts Grandmaster strong practitioner was an uncomfortable feeling. Tan Qiyue actually really wanted to kill him.

"Old thing, if you dare kill me, the Ming Temple will certainly not let you go," Bu Xingyi said with a guilty look. After knowing that Sect Great Elder Qiao had died at the hands of this person, he was truly afraid.

"The Ming Temple?" Tan Qiyue laughed coldly. He said, "You are not the first person that I will have killed from the Ming Temple. You are also not the second, and you will not be the last."

"You old b*stard. If you can, come and kill me in the Ming Temple. I will concede if you dare find me at the Ming Temple to kill me."

Bu Xingyi was feeling extremely panicked. He was so scared that he started to choose his words poorly. He was not afraid of Tan Qiyue killing him in the future. In the worst case scenario, he would hide in the Ming Temple and not come out. He did not believe that this old thing dared to come searching in the Ming Temple to kill a Sect Grand Elder like him. But he was afraid that Tan Qiyue would kill him now. If Tan Qiyue tried to kill him now, he would have no one to rely on. Bu Xingyi could already sense the dangerous aura in Tan Qiyue's gaze. He wouldn't have the chance to run away now even if he wanted to.

"You are looking to die." Tan Qiyue indeed had the idea of killing Bu Xingyi now. Right then, he took a step forward and was prepared to act.

However, at this moment, the voice of the Tower Spirit sounded again.

"Since Human Warrior Bu Xingyi did not complete the task, you have all failed. However, as it is a group task, there is one chance to make it up."

The Tower Spirit's voice transmitted into everyone's minds. Those who had believed that they had failed the task immediately pricked up their ears. There was actually a chance to make it up?

"The Tower Spirit will randomly select one from among you. This person will represent Human Warrior Bu Xingyi to head forth and attempt to complete the task that he was not able to. However, this time is a makeup attempt. The difficulty will be increased. It will no longer be ten Lord monstrous beasts, but a Beast King monstrous beast."

Upon hearing this, Mo Wen laughed bitterly. They would actually be facing a Beast King.

A Beast King was comparable to a human Martial Arts Grandmaster absolute strong practitioner. It was far more powerful than ten Lord monstrous beasts.

Among the seven of them, Nangong Mingzhu, Chu Yuan and Tan Qiyue could possibly kill a Beast King. If Mo Wen went all out, he also had the ability to kill a Beast King. But for both Gao Hanshan and Lan Zhongzhi, it was hard to say whether they would succeed or not.

The person who participated in the makeup task was going to be randomly selected by the Tower Spirit. If it chose Gao Hanshan and Lan Zhongzhi, the result would most likely still not be any different.

The others also laughed bitterly. They had also realized the problem that lay within.

Each of them knew whether or not they could kill a Beast King. Gao Hanshan and Lan Zhongzhi were the first to open their arms and reveal helpless looks.

Tan Qiyue was also frowning hard. If his cultivation was not limited, he could easily kill a normal Beast King. But in his current situation, it was hard to say whether he would be able to. If the Tower Spirit sent out a Beast King that was too powerful, he would not have the ability to kill it.

On the other hand, Nangong Mingzhu and Chu Yuan were both calm, as they had been since the very start.

A slim chance of victory was better than none. Since they could make up for it, there was at least still a chance.

Bu Xingyi also breathed a sigh of relief. At least now Tan Qiyue would not simply kill him. If anyone managed to complete the task, Tan Qiyue would have no excuse to kill him anymore.

A colored turntable descended from the sky and appeared on the altar. The turntable had a red pointer which was currently spinning at high speeds.

Mo Wen knew that whoever the red pointer pointed at would be the one to represent the team in the makeup task.

The turntable slowed down, its pointer passing each one of them one by one until it finally stopped.

Mo Wen breathed a sigh of relief as the red pointer pointed at him. He knew he should be able to kill a Beast King.

However, when Mo Wen sighed in relief, the others were frowning.

Gao Hanshan looked at Mo Wen, wanting to say something but then stopping himself. Obviously, he was not too confident in Mo Wen.

Lan Zhongzhi and Tan Qiyue also frowned. Similarly, they too did not have too much confidence in Mo Wen. Although Mo Wen was very strong and his performance before this was very astonishing, talent was talent, whereas ability was ability. Based on cultivation, he had just broken through to the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm. Among the seven of them, he could not be said to be outstanding.

Aside from that, Mo Wen was too young. Subconsciously, he did not have too much persuasive power. For a youth to bear such a heavy burden, it was very easy to make others feel anxious.

"Can you do it?" Nangong Mingzhu could not help but ask. "If you believe you can, and the Tower Spirit also agrees, I will be happy for you to go. It will save me the trouble."

Mo Wen rolled his eyes at Nangong Mingzhu. He did not want to fight for his life against a Beast King. Maybe he could win, but it would definitely not be easy.

If the Tower Spirit had chosen Nangong Mingzhu, he would be happy to sit around and do nothing.

Nangong Mingzhu softly snorted. She raised her chin proudly but did not say anything else. It went without saying that what the Tower Spirit said was final. How could it possibly change candidates because of her?

"Mo Wen, can you do it? Everyone knows that you and I have bad blood between us. You'd better not purposely hold back and lose to the Beast King, dragging all of us down," Bu Xingyi said mockingly.

He did not believe that Mo Wen could defeat a Beast King. Even in his heyday, Bu Xingyi would have had a hard time defeating a Beast King, let alone killing one.

However, knowing that Mo Wen would certainly lose, Bu Xingyi also wanted to blame him for his impending defeat and to provoke Mo Wen. Once Mo Wen failed, Bu Xingyi would then be able to say that Mo Wen had failed on purpose and abused his own position to settle a personal grudge. That would make the others turn against Mo Wen.

Maybe the people here would know what had happened, but the human ancient martial art practitioners in the outside world would not necessarily know so clearly. When the time came, and they believed that Mo Wen had purposely abused his own position to settle a personal grudge, resulting in them failing the task, wouldn't they want Mo Wen to die?