Chapter 2678: Auspicious

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As everyone watched with bated breath, the Yellow River Meeting of the Dao Calendar year 3933 finally arrived.

Since the long river floods had been pacified, and the high and low water levels of the Yellow River were no longer as significant, according to the referee of this session, Jiang Zhenjun, the main competition of the Yellow River Meeting would still commence on July 11th, just like the previous session, followed by the usual rules.

Unlike previous sessions, this year’s Yellow River Meeting was also being projected in real-time within the Taixu Illusory Realm.

A temporary special affairs group for the Yellow River Meeting had been established, with the referee of this session, Jiang Wang, as the group leader. Representatives from the six major hegemonic countries served as honorary group leaders, and Huang Sheli was the special supervisor, with full authority to handle the business operations of the Yellow River Meeting.

Those who couldn’t get tickets to the Viewing River Platform on-site could still join the grand event in the Taixu Illusory Realm. Whether you attended in person or not, you could still spend money.

Of course, to put it more officially, the Yellow River Meeting had transformed from a gathering of prodigies solely for the appreciation of the mundane world’s nobility into a true grand event for the people.

“Brother, which race district’s ticket should we buy?” Su Xiaodie of Jiaoheng County, Wei Guo, asked her long-unmet cousin brother.

Her cousin brother in the Taixu Illusory Realm was so handsome it felt strange to her. To say his "appearance could rival a champion" was not an exaggeration.

Su Xiuxing, formerly a Boatman on the Underworld River of the No Door to Hell, who had struggled for half his life only to return still unemployed, subtly glanced at the light screen reflecting himself. He stretched out five fingers, they creaking with sound: “Let me calculate. We are from Wei Guo, located in the center of the mundane world, or rather, beside the center. This Horn, Neck, Root…”

This session of the Yellow River Meeting was undoubtedly the most anticipated in history.

With a legendary referee, prodigies from various regions, and even greater public participation, the entire mundane world was abuzz.

From the Snow Plains in the west to Huai Island in the east, and even the desert death line and the Fallen Immortal Forest, people from all walks of life participated in the grand event.

In fact, even before the preliminary competition began, this grand event had already swept the mundane world. Even the various heavens and myriad realms cast quite a few attentive gazes.

This Yellow River Meeting had unprecedentedly introduced many water race geniuses, also opened quotas to small countries, and simultaneously invited the world's great sects to participate!

The increasingly imminent Shenxiao War also put pressure on the six major hegemonic countries that dominated the mundane world.

While they could usually view the myriad realms like tigers and look down on the various heavens, when it came to a life-and-death struggle, they had to compete on this path. No one could underestimate the desperate power of other realms.

Behind the Myriad Demons Gate, risks and benefits were intertwined.

Previously, the major hegemonic countries sat here leisurely dividing the cake, but now they were uniting all possible forces as much as possible.

The preliminary competition of the Yellow River Meeting was divided into twenty-eight race districts, named after the twenty-eight constellations.

Su Xiuxing, who had returned to his hometown, and his cousin sister Su Xiaodie had specifically come to watch the competition, of course, to see Lu Ye.

Wei Guo, which had been silent for many years, had unexpectedly produced a supreme genius who attended the Chaowen Dao Heavenly Palace! Moreover, he had a handwritten invitation letter from Zhenhe Zhenjun for the Yellow River Meeting, protecting his ascent to the stage.

The entire Wei Guo was boiling with excitement over this!

Su Xiuxing, who had studied in the mundane world's top organizations and once climbed to the middle ranks, originally thought he was returning in glory. But the broken scenes he remembered were gone, and the greatly prosperous martial dao of his hometown made him feel somewhat strange.

Not only was there a supreme genius like Lu Ye, but also a Wei Huai, Wei Lao, who had reformed martial dao. He had modified the martial dao path starting from refining the spine, opening up a new, safer, and more effective method for refining the spine based on the dantian. This had already stirred up a martial tide in Wei Guo.

Now, both northern Wei Guo north of the Long River and southern Wei Guo south of the Long River had greatly prosperous martial dao, with paths that were still somewhat different, often discussed together. Even a Wei Guo that couldn't produce a contemporary true person had hitched a ride...

However, in the view of Su Xiuxing, who had traveled south and north for many years, while that Wei Lao was strong, he could also be called an extraordinary combatant at the Shenlin realm, yet he didn't quite seem like a path-opener—

Such a character should at least be at the level of Qin Guangwang.

But the sense of oppression the two gave him was completely different.

Conversely, Lu Ye, young in age, still made him sigh in admiration. Though only at the Outer Building cultivation, he already showed initial brilliance.

He somewhat suspected that Lu Ye was the one who was opening the new chapter of martial dao, with Wei Huai being a pseudonym, simply hiding his brilliance.

Of course, he didn't need to tell his cousin sister Su Xiaodie this.

“Ah Ji, Dou, Niu…” Su Xiuxing was still there calculating the positions of the stars.

Someone beside him came over: “Bro, quick, don’t calculate. The organizers urgently adjusted the regulations before the competition—to prevent Yellow River immigrants, this preliminary competition’s players from each side are randomly assigned, it has nothing to do with region!”

Su Xiuxing looked at this person, who had fighting cock eyes and a garlic nose, uniquely ugly, but enthusiastic. He then asked: “What are Yellow River immigrants?”

“It’s just moving to a region with relatively less competition before the Yellow River Meeting starts to get a better ranking—this isn’t important, watch the competition!”

‘Dou Xiaoer’ waved his hand, then squeezed to the side.

Strictly speaking, he shouldn’t be here. Such a capable youth should have been at the Yellow River Meeting site, participating in the preliminary competition field work.

He was willing to work without pay, even willing to pay money to participate in labor!

But Dou Xiaoer vetoed it with one vote.

He said the Yellow River Meeting special affairs group didn’t accept investment.

He said something like, "How can private matters interfere with public affairs!"

What a flexible stance! This bastard is a Chu person whenever he is, and not a Chu person whenever he is not. You really can’t argue with him.

He lost the competition for team leader to the well-connected Qu Shunhua, and then his bid to be a joint referee was again vetoed by the position-hoarding Dou Xiaoer. He got angry and simply didn’t go to the site, instead coming to the Taixu Illusory Realm to watch the competition projection—it was just as immersive, and he didn’t have to suffer idle anger.

Such a gathering of supreme prodigies certainly had many people who couldn’t understand the wonderful points within. The various brilliant responses of the prodigies in their fights still needed true experts to point them out.

Thus, “competition commentary” was born.

In fact, after the Taixu Fighting Field opened, this became a lively business.

Among them, the Fighting Field that did the best was in Mu Guo, which took the most lucrative piece of the pie.

Under the cabinet member operation of Huang Sheli, the commentary rights for the twenty-eight major race districts of this Yellow River Meeting were open for bidding. The highest bidder won, which led to different Fighting Fields potentially being responsible for commentary in different race districts.

For someone at the level of ‘Dou Xiaoer’, there was fundamentally no need to listen to that commentary nonsense, so he didn’t care how it was said. He just found a few good-looking ones with long legs to feast his eyes on.

He heard that the related commentary rights for the main competition of the Yellow River Meeting’s Tianxia Stage were still not sold out. Mu Guo’s Canglang Fighting Field, Jing Guo’s Tianheng Fighting Field, Chu Guo’s Yanfeng Fighting Field, and Wei Guo’s Zhengwu Fighting Field had already entered the final bidding stage.

Huang Sheli was obviously very confident in this grand gathering, stubbornly holding onto the related rights to sell them after the first round of the preliminary competition had started…

If everyone was like this, how could a good Taixu Cabinet be built?

As a cabinet member, you need to contribute to everyone, you need to be willing to spend money! How could everyone go to earn money?

Having power, having influence, and still earning money—where was the logic in that?

This group was still selling mechanical puppets, still selling character cards!

‘Dou Xiaoer’ thought more and more angrily, discontent with the world, angry to the point of tears streaming from the corners of his mouth, angry to the point of red eyes.

This was still only the first round of the preliminary competition, and those popular commentators hadn't appeared yet. ‘Dou Xiaoer’ looked around, found no one sufficiently satisfactory, then found the name “Jiang Anan”, and handed it to the virtual spirit responsible for the corresponding affairs.

“Watch this one.”

He then took out a handful of Taixu Ring money: “Also bring some melon seeds, peanuts, dried fruits and so on.”

How to put it...

Just as the method to break the Dou Zhan Golden Body was to challenge Dou Mian.

Perhaps Jiang Wang’s weakness could also be seen in his sister.

As soon as he entered the corresponding Taixu Fighting Field, he felt the atmosphere was indeed different.

Huang Sheli was overly cunning. Despite the infinite space of the Taixu Illusory Realm, in order to earn more money, he said something like, "Due to limited Taixu resources, each fight only opens nine hundred ninety-nine spectator seats..."

Those Fighting Fields that had purchased commentary rights still had to pay money if they wanted to expand the seats for popular events.

Because Zhenhe Zhenjun was overly strict, quite a few famous players were "stranded" in the preliminary competition.

The originally Heaven God Transcendence strong one only had one main competition quota.

Li Guo, the strongest country beneath the hegemonic countries, only had one main competition quota.

Even the merits of the contemporary Tian Shang, Jiang Wang, couldn’t secure a single main competition quota.

Ask the world, which side wanted a main competition quota?

Which one had the nerve to come and ask?

Knowing that Zhenhe Zhenjun’s own sister, the female hero Jiang Anan, would also appear in the preliminary competition field and start fighting from the first round… all the forces coveting the main competition quota fell silent.

Because of the random assignment rules, the various Fighting Fields actually didn’t know which popular events would take place in the race districts whose commentary rights they had bid on. Losing money was not the case, of course, but which one could earn more depended on luck.

Names like Jiang Anan were obviously ones that garnered immediate attention upon appearance.

Jing Guo’s Iron Blood Fighting Field, which had bid for the commentary qualification for the Wei Su race district, also immediately adopted the highest attitude—

The newest short story in prime issue!

Zhongshan We-sun, the young master of Eagle Yang Prefecture, was putting on his outer clothes while walking to the commentary seat, still biting on half a fragrant pear.

He crunched it down in two bites, then sat down and laughed: “Just earning a little extra, everyone don’t laugh.”

It was obvious he had been urgently called for commentary. He still remembered that though he was in the Taixu Illusory Realm, he was not in his Zhao Tiezhu identity. He dusted off his sleeves, then showed several points of the elegance of a young master from a prominent family.

He took over a few sheets of paper: “Let’s take a look at this match.”

“First to appear is Jiang Anan! I don’t need to introduce this one much. She’s the big favorite for the Inner Treasury chief. If you bet on her to win the championship in the casino and she wins all the way to the end, you still won’t win much money.”

“Here, I don’t recommend everyone gamble. Nine out of ten gambles lose, and big gambles harm the body! You see, even the Taixu Illusory Realm doesn’t do this business. If you must gamble, I suggest everyone go to regular places, at least they’ll actually let you win. For example, the Changkong Casino within Jing Guo’s sphere, it’s very good… Alright, let’s bring our attention back to the field!”

“Here, I want to reveal some exclusive news—in the past year or so, the reason Jiang Anan hasn’t appeared in Xingyue Plain and Yun Guo is because she has been traveling the rivers and lakes in disguise, imitating her brother’s journey of ten thousand li that year. The Tiandu Book Bureau is negotiating exclusive travel notes, everyone can look forward to it.”

“Read ten thousand volumes of books, walk ten thousand li of road, a Zhao Xue Jing Hong polished by worldly affairs, is surely a world-covering splendor! So, what wonderful performance will she bring us today? Please everyone wait and see!”

Zhongshan We-sun, in the gaps between several advertisements, passionately introduced the hot player, then pulled out another stack of paper and made a very exaggerated and affected expression: “Next, this player is also extremely extraordinary.”

“The other player, ah, that one, he is called… Chen Yan Xun.”

It was clear he didn't recognize him either, he just praised him profusely: “Ah, from Song Guo’s famous Chen family, ah, also an extremely fierce player, ah. Everyone knows Shangqiu City, right? Big city! His cultivation is very good, and he looks very good too. It looks like this is a dragon fight tiger battle!”

A chorus of boos erupted from the audience.

In the Taixu Fighting Field, they weren’t afraid of the commentator coming down to hit them. The audience could hide their faces and completely disregarded the young prefecture master of Eagle Yang Prefecture...

And indeed, it was too much nonsense.

Don’t say this was a dragon fighting a toad, at most it was a dragon fighting a dog.

An unknown player from Song Guo challenging Zhenhe Zhenjun’s own sister, wouldn’t he just go home in one move?

‘Dou Xiaoer’ glanced at Zhongshan We-sun in the commentary seat, then disinterestedly withdrew his gaze.

He had heard that Canglang Fighting Field’s most popular host, Bian Qiong, who was very prosperous at Minhe Temple, and this Zhongshan We-sun had been eyeing each other for a long time.

Eagle Yang Prefecture had invested in Iron Blood Fighting Field before the year and formally became involved in the Fighting Field business. Zhongshan We-sun personally ran out to participate in commentary today… it seemed he was indeed putting thought into the beauty.

In the context of the large-scale cooperation between Jing and Mu, these two could be considered a talented man and a beautiful woman. If they became a couple, it would also make for a good story.

But… too weak!

Master Zhongli didn’t care whether he was wasting his family fortune or not, whether he was civilized or not, he simply looked down on his strength.

However, this Chen Yan Xun… who was he?

Was there a Chen Siwu in Song Guo, who was already Shenlin fourteen years ago, and still not Dongzhen now?

‘Dou Xiaoer’ finally matched the name in his brain, and for a moment felt even more bored. He reluctantly cheered up, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and slowly started cracking them.

Moreover, looking at this Jiang Anan… how much of her brother’s ability could she display by crushing a weakling?

Waves like snow, piling up ten thousand qing of surging tides, flowed eastward.

On the Viewing River Platform, banners were like a forest!

Jiang Anan’s match was clearly the hottest event in the preliminary competition, without needing to add “one of”.

Even the martial dao prodigy Lu Ye, who was seventeen years old this year.

Even Er Zhu He, the fourteen-year-old prodigy from Li Guo who gave up his recommendation quota and chose to fight from the beginning…

None of them had the same level of topic presence as Yun Guo’s little princess, the Xingyue Pearl.

Her own brother might very well be the referee of this session’s Yellow River Meeting!

Looking at the people sitting one by one in the spectator seats at the Viewing River Platform—

The contemporary God of Wealth, Pavilion Master of Lingxiao, Ye Qingyu.

Zhao Ru Cheng, the husband of the Great Mu Wang (leader of Mu Guo), and Du Ye Hu, the sworn brother of Zhenhe Zhenjun.

Hou Chong Xuan Sheng, the Great Qi Bo Wang (leader of Qi Guo), his wife Yi Shisi, and his heir Chong Xuan Yu.

Princess Xiong Jing Yu of Great Chu’s Yu Yun, Qu Shun Hua, the leader of Chu Guo, and Little Duke Ye Zuo Guang Shu of Great Chu.

The double prodigy of Catch Horse Mountain, Xu Xiang Qian, who wasn't sure if he belonged to Longmen Academy or Qingya Academy.

Huang Jin Mo, who broke through her shackles and achieved Dongzhen, and was the strongest contender for Dongzhen, and her husband, Zhu Wei Wo, the contemporary true person who "ignited the dawn with a single pole"...

Late-entering spectators, at first glance at the spectator seats, would think the final had already started!

Brocade flags fluttered on the field sidelines, and horizontal banners flew even more prominently.

Jiang Anan, who had entered the field early, was so embarrassed her cheeks were flushed red. She wanted to pretend she didn’t know these people, but the horizontal banners hanging on the sidelines proudly displayed her name, Jiang Anan!

“An An! An An! Unmatched in the world!”

Xiang Qian’s shout was too loud…

Jiang Anan wished she could dig a hole on the spot and bury herself.

Then, in this atmosphere, the Xingyue Pearl’s opponent walked over from the other side.

From Shangqiu, Song Guo, fifteen years old this year, with her hair tied in a mariko bun, Chen Yan Xun slowly walked into the field, her mood seemingly very complex.

Her actual mood… was more complex than it looked!