The wind grew stronger.
It billowed the Silver Sea Embroidered Gold Daoist Robe around the Sword Maiden, outlining her delicate frame and her pale, small face.
Her slender, bamboo shoot-like hands silently conveyed everything, her eyes shone with determination, and her lips curled with a sense of satisfaction.
At this moment, heaven and earth fell silent.
Everyone watched the scene unfold with disbelief, their eyes filled with utter shock!
Su Bei stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he watched everything. He stepped forward to gently caress the Sword Maiden's head and said softly,
"She said."
"Those on the stage are all remarkable people."
Moonlight scattered, casting its glow upon those hundred faces.
They were smiling, tears tracing the contours of their faces.
Su Bei looked at the disciples of the Sacred Land, faced the Sky Mirror, and heaved a sigh, then smiled faintly, as if he didn't care at all about the previous comments from Wuhua Palace.
The corners of his mouth were gentle, but his gaze was extraordinarily resolute. He declared,
"The hundred people on this stage are not the elite disciples of my Sword Sect."
"But, they are the disciples protected by my Sword Sect's elite disciples!"
"All who enter our sect, regardless of their background, are disciples of the Sword Sect."
"The Sword Sect treats everyone equally."
An eerie silence followed, profound and oppressive.
Then, ROAR— Applause erupted like thunder!
The applause at this moment was louder, more vibrant, and more fervent than before!
SWISH—
Nearly everyone below the stage stood up, looking toward the hundred women on the stage.
Su Bei's speech was interrupted by the thunderous applause.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! The endless applause, suppressed for so long, seemed to find release in that moment!
Resounding through the entire Sacred Sanctuary!
The disciples on the high stage were actually just common disciples of the Sword Sect, and even those referred to by everyone as trash!!
The disciples of the Peach Blossom Sect, watching this scene unfold, felt a lump in their throats and incredulously teared up as they gazed at the figure in white robes embroidered with begonias against the sky.
The disciples of the Black Mountain Sect silently shed tears, clapping!
The disciples of Clear Wind Mountain clapped!
Those thousands of disciples from minor sects who had disputed with the Disciples of Wuhua Palace clapped vigorously! With their applause, they expressed emotions they could no longer contain.
Why the sudden tears? Why the crying? Why can't the tears be stopped?
A disciple from the Peach Blossom Sect gently touched the corner of his eye with a finger, finding it damp and unable to hold back tears. He looked up to the man above the sky, who just stood there, giving off an inexplicably touching aura.
Indeed, just as he had said, he had never pitied the weak, yet he had also never looked down on them.
Yumen Du gazed intently at Su Bei on the stage. The perpetual sternness on his face gave way to a rare smile as he watched the host of female disciples, those whom people called trash, good-for-nothings, and ordinary.
On that stage, they shone brighter than many geniuses!
Ji Nanjue stared blankly at the scene before her, her phoenix eyes moistening slightly as she watched the Sword Sect high above. It was as if she had returned to that cold night when the woman had taken her hand and led her away.
Was it that man? The one named Su Bei?
Ji Nanjue murmured to herself,
"He really is interesting..."
The crowd was in an uproar, utterly shocked. The whole Sacred Sanctuary seemed to be shaken by this thunderous applause, and the intense clapping drowned out the entire sanctuary.
In the entire world, how many are truly geniuses? The vast majority are mediocre. Some might not even qualify as ordinary. Even in this Sacred Sanctuary, filled with hundreds of thousands of Cultivators, how many lack the qualifications to ascend the high stage? How many geniuses can the Twenty-One Provinces boast? But does being a non-genius, lacking dazzling talents, mean being doomed to achieve nothing? Does it mean being destined to endure mockery? What right does Wuhua Palace have to declare us incapable?
The applause gradually subsided, and everyone's gazes naturally turned towards Wuhua Palace.
Not so long ago, this Sect even publicly ridiculed the Sword Sect and Elder Su.
Yet the Sword Sect truly did as Elder Su had promised. All who enter are disciples of the Sword Sect, and the Sword Sect treats everyone equally...
"Wuhua Palace was just mocking the Sword Sect's double standards..."
"Would such a Great Sect really commit such an act?"
"Apologize to the Sword Sect!"
No one knew who or from where, but suddenly such a voice cried out from some corner. In the very next instant, in a flash, a roar erupted! Ordinary cultivators, those without talent, disciples from small sects forever oppressed by the Great Sects—all of them shouted loudly!
When the Peach Blossom Sect was mockingly ridiculed by Wuhua Palace, who stood up for them? Elder Su!
When thousands were nearly punished by the Sacred Land, who pleaded for them? Elder Su!
The disciples of the Peach Blossom Sect stood up and shouted,
"Apologize!"
The thousands of disciples who had conflicts with Wuhua Palace stood up, shouting,
"Apologize!"
Tens of thousands of ordinary Cultivators stood up. The disciples of the Star Moon Sect voluntarily stood up. Disciples from other sects that also had grievances with Wuhua Palace stood up. All of them shouted,
"Apologize!"
Their voices echoed throughout the entire Sacred Sanctuary, uniform and unceasing.
The cries were deafening!
Lin Duo's face was filled with disbelief as he looked at Su Bei on the stage, his expression darkened, eyes widened, and teeth clenched tightly.