His Royal Highness

The situation had taken an unexpected turn, leaving everyone, including the judges, in a state of disbelief.

"You mean to say that Gongzi actually created that 'umbrella'?" the elder asked, his eyes wide with incredulity.

Jing Wushuang coughed lightly, regaining his composure, and smiled gently. "Indeed, this martial cultivator was crafted by me, while the rest were made by masters from various factions. So, Miss Helian, Helian Weiwei, is the winner."

The crowd erupted into confusion. How could Wushuang Gongzi's creation, which was meant to harvest mountains, be a mere "umbrella"? It seemed like a joke!

The martial artists who had come to witness the martial cultivation event grew restless. They couldn't fathom how the Martial Cultivation Association could make such a foolish decision.

The elder looked at the agitated warriors in the audience, panic spreading across his face. He had never encountered such a situation before. He had invited Wushuang Gongzi to support the association, but now it seemed like he was causing chaos instead.

In the midst of the audience's questioning, Jing Wushuang remained silent. Instead, he took the umbrella from Helian Weiwei's hand and turned it sideways.

And just like that, the umbrella vanished into thin air!

Before anyone could process what had happened, a snap sounded, and the umbrella reappeared, emitting a faint glow as it transformed into a sharp long knife!

The crowd watched in stunned silence as Jing Wushuang, without uttering a word, instructed Liang Bo, standing behind him, "Attack me with your fifth-level martial qi."

"But Gongzi, your condition..." Liang Bo frowned, concern evident on his face. Gongzi's body was already weak, and after two days of travel, he feared that Gongzi might not be able to withstand the impact.

"No problem," Jing Wushuang reassured, his expression unwavering.

Helian Weiwei, who had heard rumors about Jing Wushuang, sensed the hesitation and understood what he was trying to prove to everyone. She had an inkling of his intentions and was envious of his talents.

Her eyes flickered, and she walked over to Jing Wushuang, hooking her lips into a smile. "Give me the umbrella. Let Liang Bo attack me."

She had a rough idea of what he was attempting.

Jing Wushuang's eyes lit up.

He reached out and handed the umbrella to her.

In an elegant seat, a man observed the scene with deep, cold eyes. He licked his lips, a touch of anger flickering in his gaze. It seemed like it was time to deal with his prey properly. He didn't appreciate someone tampering with what belonged to him.

Meanwhile, the red-haired man, feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp, continued to scratch the ground. But when he saw Helian Weiwei extend her hand and the black umbrella emit an unexpected silver light, his curiosity was piqued. Something extraordinary seemed to be emerging from the Spirit Realm Forest.

"How interesting," the red-haired man muttered to himself.

Back on the stage, Helian Weiwei stood, her hand grasping the handle of the umbrella. She smiled and said, "Liang Bo, come at me." Her grip on the umbrella tightened.

This time, Liang Bo didn't hesitate. He gathered his qi in his palm and attacked Helian Weiwei.

A loud bang echoed through the venue. Helian Weiwei held the umbrella firmly, her figure remaining unmoved. The immense force of the attack was gradually absorbed and then rebounded back forcefully, thanks to the invisible barrier created by the umbrella!

The audience gasped in astonishment, their voices replaced by cries of surprise.

"Unbelievable!" "If I had such a martial cultivator, I would be invincible!" "The matchless son truly lives up to his name, so powerful!"

Praises filled the air, but nobody realized that even Jing Wushuang felt a trace of astonishment deep within his heart.

When he created the "Thousand Machine Umbrella," it was only intended for defense and couldn't rebound attacks. But now...

Jing Wushuang lowered his gaze, his eyes fixated on the girl with the gentle smile. It suddenly dawned on him. She was the one who had altered the martial nature of the "Thousand Machine Umbrella."

She had added offensive capabilities to its defensive foundation.

And the "Thousand Machine Umbrella" willingly accepted the changes.

This meant that the "Thousand Umbrellas" had started to recognize its owner...

Jing Wushuang's grip on the umbrella loosened, and his eyes darkened. Could it be that Helian Weiwei, the notorious waste in the capital, possessed abilities beyond anyone's imagination? To grasp the performance of the "Thousand Machine Umbrella" so quickly, she not only needed familiarity with martial cultivation but also an unfathomable amount of martial qi.

According to legends, these traits were not supposed to be within Helian Weiwei's capabilities.

Helian Weiwei smiled, putting away the umbrella with her hand on the side. As if in response, the umbrella emitted a faint glow.

"Well done," Helian Weiwei said with a smile. "It's time to return you to your master."

Jing Wushuang gazed at her and resumed his usual gentle demeanor. "You are its current owner. In this martial arts competition, you are the winner."

Silence fell upon the venue.

No one uttered another word because the evidence was right there.

Helian Weiwei had indeed chosen the most extraordinary martial cultivator in the entire venue!

Meanwhile, Helian Jiao'er's face turned extremely ugly. She clenched her hands tightly under her long sleeves, forcing a smile as she waited for the conference to end. Helian Weiwei's victory felt like a slap to her face.

How could that despicable woman be so lucky?

The young masters from influential families, who had lost a considerable amount of silver, looked at Murong Changfeng seated beside them. They asked, "Shizi, when did this woman become skilled in martial arts? Do you have any knowledge about it?"

"It was only a temporary illusion," Murong Changfeng replied, his gaze steady as he clenched his fists. Deep down, he knew nothing about it. If he did... well, maybe...

No, not maybe!

As he had said, it was merely an illusion!

Murong Changfeng surveyed the crowd, his jaw tensing.

The wealthy sons were in no mood to consider whether Helian Weiwei's sudden skill was genuine. They only knew that they had suffered a significant loss this time.

In an elegant private room, a red-haired man observed his master, who suddenly set down his teacup. The man raised an eyebrow, a hint of confusion in his voice. "Master, are we not staying until the end?"

The man didn't respond but instead curled his lips into a wicked smile, emanating an aura of darkness. "It's time to close the trap."

"What trap?" The red-haired man hadn't recovered from the previous events.

The man straightened his sleeves slowly and enunciated each word. "We are capturing our prey."

With that, he stood up, donning a white flowing cloak, his sleeves slightly raised. His aura turned icy, making it impossible for anyone to approach within a hundred meters.

With such an ethereal charm, there was no doubt that he was none other than the third prince of the dynasty, Baili Jiajue...