Chapter 2683: Unpredictable Heavenly Secrets

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Fan Wushu sat with his arms crossed, projecting a proud posture.

For the past two days, he had already given Duan Qifeng special training, even formulating a set of moves specifically for the competition arena, to ensure he could perform at a super-level in the competition environment.

This was a losers' bracket match, there was no more reason to lose.

His thoughts weren't on the competition arena; he was actively replying to a Taixu private message, and of course, also chatting idly. What proper matters were there to chat about with Zhongli Yan?

"Didn't see that guy surnamed Dou today... these people, skipping work is very reasonable, right? Those who work honestly are just a few... you're right, these bugs fundamentally lack a sense of responsibility, it's only right that virtuous people like us should sit in those positions. You first kill Dou Zhao, and I'll replace Jiang Wang afterwards... sigh! How could I miss seeing him, if he really didn't come? He shines brightly like a night luminous pearl all day, how could I not see him? But Huang Sheri came again..."

Fan Wushu was stunned by his own words.

How did Huang Sheri patrol over to this side again?

Then, with a sudden glance, Zuo Guangshu, Qu Shunhua, Zhao Rucheng, Xu Xiangqian... a large group of people walked over, each finding a seat.

A vein throbbed violently on Fan Wushu's forehead, and an ominous feeling arose in his heart.

"Young Duke!" He greeted, "This is..."

The Southern Domain didn't look down on Great Chu in the least, so his attitude was very respectful.

Zuo Guangshu was still relatively cold in front of outsiders, his response polite but distant: "Watching the match."

Fan Wushu understood immediately. He lay back, unfolded his folding fan, and covered his face.

Zuo Guangshu himself was also a participating player, and the people of Chu Country had all secured their spots in the main competition early on. Whose match could he still come to watch?

Heaven must be blind... Is my Li Country and Jiang Wang so fated?

Frankly speaking, his expectations for this session of the Yellow River Meeting were not originally high. Huang Weizhen and De Guang in the Southern Domain, Feng Ze in Li Country, that wouldn't be for this session either.

After a country blessed with fortune gives birth to a genius, they would only mature for the next session of the Yellow River Meeting.

His expectation for Duan Qifeng was just to make it into the main competition. This child was very diligent, extremely ambitious, and had a strong sense of honor, but his talent was indeed not outstanding enough; he could only shine in the small pond of Li Country.

Fan Wushu had experienced true heavenly talents. In Guanhe Terrace, in the Shanhai Realm, he had seen the gap time and time again, his cognition constantly being broken and reconstructed.

More profound was in Li Country. He personally saw "Ge Fei," a monster who single-handedly broke through the fantasy world of Shanhai, a true strong one, collapse before Dou Zhuan Xing Yi.

The gap between people was sometimes without reason.

He had exerted his full effort just to get to where he was now, so he wouldn't put too much pressure on his disciple either. Just grabbing a spot in the main competition was enough...

He didn't expect it. First, he hit Jiang Wang's disciple, and then Jiang Wang's sister. A total of two matches, and both were of the highest difficulty.

What kind of luck did this child have?

Is he Bai Yuxia of Li Country?

"Duan Qifeng, you're the strongest!"

Fan Wushu, who had already lain down, suddenly retracted his fan and sprang up, his face full of passion, waving his arms and shouting: "Qifeng, Qifeng, sure to succeed!"

He then casually improvised a poem: "Originally Yi Ning sat as a mountain guest, horizontally absolute the first peak of the Southern Domain!"

Beside him, Xu Xiangqian, who had originally decided to keep a low profile, was scrambling to dig out a banner. When it came to voice or talent, Xu Xiangqian would never lose to anyone in his life.

At this moment, Fan Wushu again inserted his fan into his back waist, cupped his hands in front of him like a loudspeaker, the veins in his neck all bulging, and shouted with all his might: "No matter whether you win or lose, you have to remember— your parents will always love you! And your Master too!!!"

On the stage, Duan Qifeng's eyes were filled with tears, he felt his whole body filled with strength, his will was burning, his soul was boiling, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I will absolutely... absolutely not let you down, Master!"

"Woo wah— ah ah ah..."

The match ended extremely brutally.

Having learned her lesson, Jiang Anan put in her full effort this time, simply moving mountains and folding willows, leading thunder to bomb flying mosquitoes.

Various cloud beasts still roared in the air, spells' waterfalls still collided with each other, and purple currents still rampaged on the stage...

Even with sword lights flying in the sky, the serious-faced Jiang Anan, her body half-bowed like a female tiger, pressed the sword in its sheath, already having assumed the starting stance of the 《Yanfu Sword Canon》.

Duan Qifeng had already buried his head and cried in Fan Wushu's embrace—

At the critical moment, Fan Wushu, who had been shouting "effort," "don't panic," "hold on," "fight her," and "victory is within reach" from under the stage, raised the white flag for the first time, surrendered for his disciple, and rushed up to hug Duan Qifeng and run away.

Jiang Anan had just pushed her set of killing moves to the final step, and the front was already empty.

She was still a little startled, thinking back to the story of Chen Yanxun, she instinctively unleashed the killing momentum of the 《Yanfu Sword Canon》, but fortunately, she realized the victory and defeat had already been decided in the next moment, and forcefully pressed the sword qi that was almost roaring out back into the sheath.

Just this one hand of control caused Fan Wushu's pupils to shrink slightly under the stage.

As expected, she is the sister of that one.

Her response in actual combat indeed had shortcomings, but her Dao techniques, sword techniques, and foundation were very solid, clearly the result of bitter effort.

Especially this complete sword intent, shaking ordinary people, swift like a startled swan. It felt like that one had long placed a Yanfu Sword Prison on her body, using it as a furnace to nurture this fierce intent.

Fierce then fierce, there was no real killing intent.

Relying on this to seize the championship was naturally impossible... but it was already a mountain that Duan Qifeng could not overcome.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Fan Wushu hugged the boy, helplessly comforting him: "You really can't be blamed this time, she overestimated your strength too much..."

Duan Qifeng was a little stunned.

It didn't quite sound like comfort?

He wasn't sure, and cried again.

"This commentary is all dog shit."

In the Taixu Illusion Realm, 'Dou Xiaoer' spat out melon seed shells disdainfully, of course not spitting towards the forehead of the person in front, turning a corner and falling into the trash can.

He originally wanted to curse about the match being dog shit.

When he watched Jiang Anan's match earlier, that Chen Yanxun was still quite good, having a few points of his level back then. Although Jiang Anan was passively taking hits the whole process, she had some tenacity, and made some decent reactions on the spot.

Today's match was just complete chickens pecking at each other.

Jiang Anan was both stronger and weaker. Her strength lay in her finally playing to her inherited advantage, and also having a confrontational attitude, a fighting awakening.

Her weakness lay in... she only had a fighting awakening.

She didn't have even half a point of a life-and-death fighting mentality. The more she displayed her inheritance, the more timid she seemed.

On this world stage, without the determination to kill her opponent, how could she match the presence of Jiang Wang personally supervising all the matches, and so many True Monarchs patrolling the field?

He suspected that neither of these two kids had ever killed anyone.

Dao techniques confronting each other looked exciting, but in reality, they were all just routine exchanges. Occasionally, there were a few wonderful changes, but they were still unwilling to strike at vital points...

Afraid of breaking the law?

'Dou Xiaoer' became more and more annoyed the more he watched. But Jiang Anan was Jiang Wang's own sister, and he was also somewhat acquainted with Jiang Xiaoer, so it wasn't good to scold her.

Duan Qifeng was Fan Wushu's disciple, and he had even personally advised him—he really wanted to erase this black history—in short, it wasn't too good to scold him either.

He could only scold the commentary.

Zhongshan We-sun, this grandson, in order to attract more audience into the field, forcibly created suspense. One moment he would say how powerful Jiang Anan's move was, the next moment he would say how much inheritance Duan Qifeng's move had. He managed to turn a plain ordinary losers' group quota match into a commentary like that of the championship day.

The match changed in an instant, and he continuously prolonged the picture.

Relying on the Taixu Illusion Realm, in limited time, he kept talking nonsense. Slowly commentating on the exquisite points of this Dao technique and that Dao technique, transmitting the commentary to the on-site audience along with the pace of the fight changes... of course, he also padded a lot.

How are all these people so good at making money?!

Thinking about how he had lost the right to commentate on the main competition of this Yellow River Meeting in the competition for the Yanfeng Fight Field, this wisp of resentment towards the commentary became even stronger...

What a hearty commentary!

Zhongshan We-sun, the commentator, sweated slightly on his forehead, strategically drank water on the stage, just about to talk about the mountain spring water, a special product of Yingyang Fu, in his hand—a full pot of mountain spring water that could supplement the trace amount of extraordinary Yuan qi needed by the body, plus an exquisite water pot, only costing one block of Dao Yuan stone. Truly value for money.

Just as he was drinking water, amidst a pile of messy sounds, he accurately captured these scolding voices.

Among the most fierce scolders was an extremely ugly guy.

What kind of person was Zhongshan We-sun?

A gentle and refined scholar. Of course, he wouldn't mind.

How could a commentator go hit an audience member?

He just silently sent a letter to Jia Fugui. Telling him to come over quickly and teach an ugly ghost a lesson.

A dispute between audience members... that was no problem.

The dignified Hongmong Three Sword Guests, from the beginning, only had the right to scold others. Although they had not been active in the world for a long time, and also had reduced members... that couldn't be something to be scolded at!

Chen Suan was a disciple of the East Tianshi, a Penglai True Person, and his eyes were on world affairs. He wasn't in a hurry to give up the position of Chief Secretary. He had just gotten out of prison, and needed to slowly adapt to society. He made a small attempt, had a few exchanges with the Three Points Fragrance Building, and chased Ye Laner out of the Central Domain, and then stopped.

Usually, if he had nothing to do, he would go to the Hanlin Academy to find those "Chess Daizhao" to play chess, defeating those national masters until they lost their helmets and abandoned their armor, claiming himself as "Daizhao Chess Daizhao."

But speaking of it again, being idle is being idle, so he might as well come for a trip—he originally competed to lead the team for this Yellow River Meeting, thinking that since he hadn't participated in a match, he should at least go feel the atmosphere on site.

But the person who competed with him only said one sentence: "Chen True Person was just locked up by Zhenhe True Monarch..."

He immediately lost his qualification.

By the way, the person who competed for this job at that time... was called Ji Jinglu.

He also didn't know why the dignified Deishan King had to join in this fun. He said something about having an old friendship with Jiang Zhenhe, and conveniently wanted to reminisce on Guanhe Terrace.

With True Persons from all the various countries leading their teams, Jing Country sending a True Monarch was truly unnecessary, instead it seemed as if Jing Country feared someone—Chen Suan then seized on this point and attacked fiercely, pulling this Wangye down from his high platform as well.

Finally, Chunyu Gui smiled and stepped forward. Saying something like, "Chen Suan is very good, Deishan Wang is even more of a facade, but if neither is too suitable... I can also go."

Discussing cultivation, discussing identity, discussing his relationship with Jiang Zhenhe, he was impeccable.

Alright then. Chunyu Gui. (You motherf*cker.)

"Jia Fugui" was Chen Suan's accidental venting of himself after walking on thin ice and exhausting his heavenly schemes. Because he had been a cautious person who planned every step since he was young, he had been told to be a model of Penglai since he was a child, and had strictly demanded himself since he was a child... he would often fantasize about some unrestrained moments.

When he wasn't in contact with the Taixu Illusion Realm, he would chop out such a wild intent to play. In the deepest part of his heart that no one could see, a wanton wildfire burned, burning away those spreading weeds.

Just contacting the Taixu Illusion Realm, he originally only thought of designing a completely different fighting style from his daily life. After deeply understanding the Taixu Illusion Realm, and understanding Xu Yuan... "Jia Fugui" should have been born of fate.

He didn't want to be a big villain, he just wanted to let himself go, he wanted to curse, he wanted to be vulgar, he wanted to be brainless.

Later he thought, why were his relationships with Shangguan and Zhao Tiezhu good? It was just because "Jia Fugui" was often brainless, while "Chen Suan" was always calculating—

The relationship between people cannot withstand fine scrutiny.

He had grown so big without any true heart friends, from Penglai Island to Tianjing City, from Yushi Tai to the East Tianshi Fu, there were only various opponents, both openly and secretly.

It wasn't that all people were not worth getting to know deeply, it was that he also weighed the pros and cons too much.

Jia Fugui swaggered into the competition arena, looking left and right arrogantly, and sent a private message to Zhao Tiezhu: "Which grandson?"

Zhongshan We-sun's face didn't change color, he was still commentating on how wonderful the previous match was, and secretly wrote a letter fiercely: "Directly east, the seventh one in the third row, the ugliest one!"

Jia Fugui walked forward menacingly, took a look.

"What are you staring at?"

'Dou Xiaoer', still holding melon seeds in one hand, glared back barbarously.

Jia Fugui also didn't speak, turned around and just walked away.

"Forget it." He sent a private message to Zhao Tiezhu.

Zhao Tiezhu replied: "Do you know him?"

"I don't know him, but I can guess very well—with this name, it must be Zhongli Yan." Jia Fugui walked directly towards the outside: "This guy is thick-skinned and tough, there's no way to deal with him without using real skill. Even with real skill, there might not be a way to deal with him."

Zhongshan We-sun was a little stunned: "Is the Zhongli family of Xian Gu so poor now that they can't even afford an entrance ticket?"

"You mind your own business!" Jia Fugui walked directly towards the outside.

The huge competition arena was completely replicated from the form of Guanhe Terrace. The bronze gate with burning flame patterns served as the exit of the competition arena.

Before leaving the competition arena, Jia Fugui was a little stunned.

Because he saw a familiar figure in the spectator seats.

Not familiar by face, but familiar by that kind of Qi machine—

When it came to attainments in Wangqi technique, Chen Suan, who originated from Penglai Island, was the best among the three lineages, the first in Tianjing.

They all said this was a small technique, but he saw the great Dao in it.

The simplest point was that very few people could truly hide themselves in front of him. No matter what kind of face-changing method, it was meaningless to him. He remembered the Qi machine; as long as the Qi machine didn't change, the person opposite was the same in front of him.

So he was once transferred to pursue Equal Country, and discovered the identity of the protector "Zheng Wu."

The person sitting in the corner of the spectator seats was wearing a set of ancient clumsy bronze armor, and his head was still covered by a face-covering bronze helmet, the whole person tightly wrapped. Among the hundred states of beings in the spectator seats, there were people with belly bands on their heads, so this dress-up was not rare.

But he was Chen Siwu!

This was extremely strange.

Because Chen Siwu of Song Country had always been "acting without changing his name, sitting without changing his surname, living without resigning his face, dying without changing his color," he was recognized as the person who least acted in a clandestine manner.

Now he would actually dress up like this and sit on the side hiding himself.

An upright gentleman, for whom would he resign his face?

Jia Fugui walked out of the flame-swaying bronze gate without changing his expression.