"Too poor!"

The victor’s words came, causing Murong Yan’s face to turn ashen: "This is intolerable!"

Upon saying this, he issued a challenge.

"Would you like to challenge player ID: 9527**** Wu Wudi?"

"According to the opponent’s challenge settings, this challenge amount is five million Yuan!"

"!!!!!!"

Seeing the system prompt, Murong Yan’s eyes sharpened, knowing the opponent’s intention, but recalling the earlier comment "too poor," he accepted angrily and reopened the battle.

Meanwhile, in the stands, the audience received a prompt.

"The match has ended, would you like to leave?"

"Player 8896**** Murong Yan has opened a battle!"

"According to the defender’s requirements, the viewing fee for this match is one hundred thousand Imperial Coins."

"Would you like to watch?"

"..."

Seeing the system prompt, everyone fell silent, and even the Master of All Knowledge was speechless.

He finally understood what the "scandal" was!

Wu Wudi returns to Jianghu?

This is not considered a big scandal, because he never actually left Jianghu. Although he hasn’t stirred up major incidents like the "cheating scandal" over the years, his battle records are plentiful, making it not surprising.

Right now, he has stepped into Tier Five and is challenging some Tier Six experts across tiers, which isn’t big news either, as this is quite common on the Divine Martial Battle Net. The Human Empire never lacks talents, and cross-boundary battles are not unusual, at least initially.

So, what is the core of this hotspot?

It’s just that statement just now.

Too poor!

A person can be killed, but not humiliated!

Generally speaking, during battles on the net, everyone is very courteous unless there’s a grudge; otherwise, after winning, one typically doesn’t mock.

After all, there are always greater authorities!

You can win once, but can you win a hundred, a thousand times?

Leave some room when doing things, so you can meet again in the future. Mocking after winning is something best avoided.

Otherwise, if you do it once, others will retaliate, and unless you are eternally victorious without defeat, the bad karma you sow will inevitably bear bitter fruit.

To say the least, just look at Murong Yan’s expression now, and you know how powerful the "too poor" remark was.

For a genius like him, when has he ever endured such humiliation? Thus, he directly lashed out again.

Although the Master of All Knowledge estimates that even after several more matches, it will be difficult for him to win against Wu Wudi, this matter is unlikely to end with his defeat but will instead keep escalating.

After all, as the saying goes, hit the young, and the old will come out.

Murong Yan hails from the Murong Clan, a distinguished Noble Family within the Qianyuan Daoist Mansion, and the Qianyuan Daoist Mansion is an Orthodox Daoist sect, a prominent Academy within the Dao Realm. The connections and influences pulled together here could muster unknown experts.

If it were a normal defeat, this would be the end of it. Neither the Murong Family nor Qianyuan Daoist Mansion would go to extremes for such a small matter, nor would Murong Yan likely seek external support; he would just quietly work hard and regain his face.

But now...

"Average!"

"Barely satisfactory!"

"Not well-practiced!"

"Below standard!"

"..."

The Master of All Knowledge opened the previously purchased clips and saw the victor’s words at the end and the identity of the defeated, his expression was strange.

Evaluation?

Where is this evaluation — it’s clearly naked humiliation.

The Master of All Knowledge can already foresee that Murong Yan’s future development will definitely be one defeat after another and one humiliation after another.

After these few humiliating failures, can the Murong Clan and Qianyuan Daoist Mansion remain indifferent?

Even if they can, their disciples cannot.

Next, a group of disciples from either the Murong Family or Qianyuan Daoist Mansion will surely come to challenge, to avenge Murong Yan’s insult and to defend the Murong Family and Qianyuan Daoist Mansion’s reputation.

This is the consequence of not leaving room.

You can humiliate others, and others can humiliate you.

Unless you are always invincible and undefeated, the consequence of such actions is a ten-thousand-fold retaliation.

The Master of All Knowledge knows quite a few examples of this. Some battle net players engage in post-battle mockery to stir up buzz, gain fame, and earn gambling money, but they ultimately hit a wall, fail in irony, or suffer a justified revenge tenfold, not to mention being booted off the network.

They should even be thankful that the Divine Martial Battle Net is a virtual world built by "Divine Martial Celestial Secret," and that there’s an ironclad agreement between the nine great super brains and the Empire, where no one can check battle net player information without the Emperor’s decree.

This greatly protects the privacy of battle net players and the freedom and safety of the Divine Martial Battle Net, allowing it to prosper while avoiding the potential for grudges to spill over into reality from the network.

Otherwise, those who rely on "black-red" fame might very well be dealt with in reality.

Now, while the offline avenue is blocked, the online one is free, leading many black-red players ultimately to righteous vengeance and quitting.

With such lessons, the battle net naturally has a good atmosphere, rarely engaging in post-battle mockery.

But now this Wu Wudi has done it, and not just to any ordinary person, but to figures like Murong Yan, known on the rankings, with standing families, Academies, and sects behind them.

Isn’t he afraid of retaliation?

Or does he just want people to retaliate?

The Master of All Knowledge calculates both possibilities.

He roughly guesses this person’s thoughts.

Stir up things, create hotspots, attract traffic.

Black-red is still red!

Although such overt mockery comes with many hidden dangers and bad effects, if you can stand unchallenged, remain victorious, these dangers won’t erupt, and the bad effects won’t come.

On the contrary, there are many advantages, primarily the challenge gambling money — with the hatred from mockery, those like Murong Yan who are defeated will certainly be unwilling to admit defeat and will challenge again, giving him a few waves of warmth.

Just this can gain substantial profits, as those known on the rankings aren’t short of money. As long as you can shear their wool or cut their leeks with skill, you can easily rake in abundance.

Besides, there’s the hotspot effect, and traffic gains. When this black-red behavior reaches a certain level, it will inevitably form a hotspot, attracting traffic, making every battle of his draw large crowds.

By then, just the watching fees can make him earn immensely.

But the premise of all this is that he can stand unchallenged.

Once defeated, all this will vanish like smoke, possibly bringing numerous backlashes.

So, can he stand unchallenged?

The Master of All Knowledge doesn’t know.

But it doesn’t affect him from eating traffic.

Honestly, he loves this Wu Wudi.

Not only can he fight, but he’s also so skilled at stirring things up, ensuring that in the upcoming period, his live broadcast isn’t lacking in hotspot material and show effects.

Thinking of this, the Master of All Knowledge immediately purchased rebroadcast rights for several clips from the battle net and started crafting live broadcast scripts.

Respond in kind, with Wu Wudi giving him material, the Master of All Knowledge couldn’t possibly show no gratitude, so he helped him by amplifying his impact, actively hyping up this topic.

So...

"Junior Brother Xuankong, please make a move!"

Inside the Dharma Martial Mansion’s Zen Institute.

A gray-robed novice monk was sweeping fallen leaves. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Behind him stood several people, all filled with indignation.

"Junior Brother Xuankong!"

"We beg you!"

"That person is too arrogant!"

"Please make a move to teach him a lesson."

"Let him know there’s always someone better, there are always higher peaks."

Several people spoke indignantly, urging insistently.

The gray-robed novice monk shook his head, stopped sweeping, and looked at them, "Senior Brothers, we who are Zen practitioners should not be disturbed by this hollow reputation and engage in such petty contests."

"This isn’t a petty contest!"

Hearing this, the group became more agitated: "That person is extremely arrogant, completely disregarding our Dharma Martial Mansion, even speaking wild words, slandering our Buddhist Technique, destroying our sect’s reputation. Junior Brother Xuankong, your intervention isn’t a petty contest; it’s to protect our Buddhist Dao, our Zen Sect, to guard the Orthodox Dao. How can this be a petty contest?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Senior Brother Xuanjie is right!"

"This person is utterly mad and must be disciplined with the Buddhist Technique!"

The group spoke in agreement, urging insistently.

The novice monk shook his head, ignoring them, continuing to sweep the fallen leaves.

Just then, someone entered the institute and delivered a message to him, "Junior Brother Xuankong, Master asks you to see him."

"..."