Chapter 2690: You Are the Same

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Bao Xuanjing's divine mirror is, on one hand, very similar to Li Longchuan of Qi country's candle micro divine power, in that it can help him see through an opponent's vulnerabilities. It also has a part similar to Li Fengyao's frost heart divine power, able to peel away his immaturity as a twelve-year-old boy in various aspects, making him indifferent like a divine being in battle—in a relative framework, providing absolutely correct battle performance.

"Or can it be analogous to a Heavenly Person of the same realm?"

"At least in the Inner Mansion realm, the gap between a Divine Person and a Heavenly Person shouldn't be large. Although the threshold for a Heavenly Person is the Cave True realm, it is unattainable by those who haven't reached the World True realm."

"I also don't know what kind of combat power Jiang Wang had as a Cave True realm Heavenly Person at the moment he escaped to the East Sea. And even the stronger True Self Jiang Wang, before formally escaping the Heavenly Way, he was already the first in the Cave True realm."

"Do I have a chance to approach?"

Zhuge Zuo flipped over a page of his book, covering the words that had just appeared.

The average age in the Inner Mansion field of this year's Yellow River Meeting is relatively young, because of the presence of child prodigies among child prodigies like Bao Xuanjing and Fan Zheng.

But his age of fifteen as the representative of Chu country's Inner Mansion field is actually just right.

That year, Zuo Guanglie seized the championship of the Yellow River Meeting at the age of fifteen.

The overall quality of the main competitors in this session is stronger than in past sessions, but the difficulty of seizing the championship doesn't seem to have increased. Because the upper limit of the Inner Mansion realm is just there. Among the top eight of the nineteenth session, except for Xie Ai and Beigong Ke who were slightly weaker, and Chu Men who died early, Jiang Wang, Huang Sheri,

Qin Zhizhen, Xiang Bei, and Zhao Rucheng would also be considered top-tier this year.

Only fourteen years have passed, and among those three, all are at the absolute peak.

This year, it seems that no world-shaking figures have emerged yet, but whether they can become talents and reach the top still requires the test of time.

Zhuge Zuo absolutely believes in his own strength, and also values each of his opponents.

Intelligence on all important opponents has already been personally handed over to him by Shan Du Yin. But he still insists on using his own eyes and ears to do another depiction and add some supplements.

Not only combat ability, but also observation of everyone's character and summarization of their behavioral styles. These subtle points will also definitely reflect in battle.

At some moment, his heart stirred. He moved his eyes away from the book and saw Bao Xuanjing, who had won his match, already walking into the day room.

As that person walked, he was chewing on something, making crackling sounds. Facing Zhuge Zuo's line of sight, he raised a hand and smiled brightly: "Little snack, want some?"

Zhuge Zuo fixed his eyes on him. This guy was eating Open Pulse Pills like candy beans!

Although they were only Ding grade Open Pulse Pills, this should still be the most expensive little snack in the world.

"Thank you. I don't like eating snacks." Zhuge Zuo politely declined.

Fan Zheng of Qin country moved his gaze back from the martial arts field, somewhat curious: "You don't have an innate Dao pulse? Why are you still eating this?"

Gong Weizhang, who also has an innate Dao pulse, was still wiping his knife, but his ears were perked up.

"That's why I said it's a little snack. I like the taste. I accidentally ate some when I was young, and it just stuck in my mind." Bao Xuanjing smiled brightly: "Want to try?"

"Forget it." Fan Zheng turned his head back: "I'm afraid you'll give me a laxative."

After already having fought one match, Bo'er Zhijin·Fu Yanci was still sitting with closed eyes, nurturing his spirit. His breathing was long and his blood energy calm.

Bao Xuanjing leaned in to look closer.

He wasn't nurturing his spirit at all, he was asleep.

"Sleeping so soundly, do you want to die?"

Fu Yanci opened his grey eyes!

That fleeting dark color was like a grey wave rolling over the entire day room.

For one-thousandth of a second, the day room became a night room.

That was the moment when Fu Yanci dominated everything.

Gong Weizhang had already gripped his knife handle, Zhuge Zuo had also closed his book, and Fan Zheng's long hair flew up, one finger pressed against his brow.

The crowd in the room each had their own reactions. Xie Yuanchu was particularly fierce, standing up with an arrow step, knocking on the mirror wall: "Referee! I report that Fu Yanci has sneak-attacked other players during non-competition time and interfered with the preparation order! I request that he be stripped of his competition qualification!"

Fu Yanci: —

The crowd:

Bao Xuanjing looked over faintly. Brother, you're not a good person either.

The righteous Xie Yuanchu is already twenty-two years old this year, making him the oldest person in the room besides Jian Yun. He always refers to himself as "big brother," easing the atmosphere, advising against fighting, and taking good care of the younger ones.

He didn't expect his move to be so... "mature."

Ju Yuan, at the edge of the martial arts stage, was too lazy to pay attention to this side.

A semi-transparent knowledge bird flew out from the light, its wings spread, and its voice was calm: "It was merely Fu Yanci's personal stress response, which did not cause substantial harm to you. It does not conform to the regulations for depriving a quota at the Yellow River Meeting. This report is rejected. Thank you for supervising the event."

Bao Xuanjing quickly leaned over: "Uncle Jiang, how was my performance today?"

The knowledge bird cooed: "Pay attention to your behavior in the rest room and do not interfere with other competitors."

Then it flapped back into the light, leaving only one sentence: "Keep up the effort."

No matter how cold, taciturn, or clever they are, they are all well-behaved in front of the knowledge bird.

Bao Xuanjing happily turned back, smiling beautifully: "Responding to this report is definitely a Heavenly Person's Dharma Body. Otherwise, how could it chat with me for two more sentences?" Fu Yanci, thinking of the no-private-fight regulations, glanced at Xie Yuanchu in warning, then sat back down.

Xie Yuanchu, on the contrary, was indifferent. He was simply taking a shot in the dark, testing the bottom line of the rules at this session's Yellow River Meeting, and also observing each person's character. It would be best if he could make him angry, as that would be a point he could utilize in battle.

Bao Xuanjing's gaze turned back to the corner of the day room.

Jian Yun of the Water Race is a very beautiful girl. Her palace dress is well-fitting and exquisite, her eyebrows are like green-black, and her eyes are like autumn light.

One can vaguely see the appearance of the goddess who made the Qu clan ancestor infatuated that year.

But in such a spacious room, she remained curled up in a corner from beginning to end, without even the slightest movement. Like a shivering little white rabbit.

"Water Race little sister, don't pretend to be weak, oh." Bao Xuanjing said to her with a cheerful smile: "No one will be fooled by your act.

It's better to rest well now. For tomorrow's competition, lose if you should lose, there's no need to waste your scheming."

To be fair, even if she really wasn't happy with the day room quota and wanted to violate the rules and challenge someone, she should challenge Jian Yun rather than Bao Xuanjing.

No matter from which perspective you look, this Water Race woman is the weakest one in the room.

But challenging the head referee is undoubtedly an impossible task, and there shouldn't be anyone that stupid.

"Many thanks for Young Master Bao's concern. This little woman also knows her strength is insufficient—" Looking at this rather unconvinced child, Jian Yun's voice was soft and pitiful: "I just came to try my luck. If I can't win the match, I won't force it."

Bao Xuanjing also didn't want to violate the grand strategy of "Humans and Water Race are originally one family" and touch upon Jiang Zhenjun's "political outline." Analogous to the official path, political enemies are like sworn enemies. Saying anything more in that direction would only maintain his annoying persona.

Seeing that Jian Yun was sensible, he also hummed, like a proud young man who had been successfully coaxed, chewing on his sugar pills and sitting back down.

"Jiang girl, who do you plan to challenge?"

Qiu Chufu seized this opportunity to diligently chat—although he was already preparing to go on stage.

A man is most charming when he shows his fearless back.

So this moment was a good time.

Having just experienced the matter with Ma Yunzhou, someone as worldly as him, his purpose certainly wasn't just to ask this. He deliberately opened his mouth like this to cause the opponent to be wary, and then show his warmth.

Thus, the opponent will still feel apologetic due to the "wrong blame," making it easy to guide them towards a good impression.

"If you want revenge, I am willing to be your vanguard." Qiu Chufu's tone was indifferent: "Although I cannot defeat that Chen Yanxun, I will definitely force out his bottom card for you."

Those young boys who have just emerged from the mountains always like to emphasize their deep emotions, seemingly believing that struggle without facial expression is insufficient to express admiration. Actually, what women like is the time when mountains collapse silently.

No need to say how much you've paid, she knows everything you've paid. Those who don't respond are either pretending not to know or still wanting more.

In the Hao Ran Book Academy, Qiu Chufu is definitely not the best-looking one, but among the senior and junior sisters he's looked at, none have escaped.

Who isn't a hundred-win master?

It's a pity to cast a flirtatious glance at a blind person.

Jiang Anan was just busy in the Ru Meng Ling, fighting against the Hundred Poisons of East Wang Valley. Now she can grab poisonous snakes with her bare hands without changing her expression.

She was stunned for a while before realizing what he was saying.

"You go fight your match." Jiang Anan waved her hand: "My match with Chen Yanxun was a normal fight in the arena. There's no grudge. The fact is I couldn't beat him. Coming again would be the same."

She wasn't saying she would never fight Chen Yanxun again from now on.

With that kind of brother, that kind of master, and that group of strong people protecting her, there is no one unbeatable in her eyes.

Although there are high mountains ahead, her brother is in the sky above.

Looking up like this, there is no despair within her.

She is just facing the gap and entrusting the answer to time.

The previous Jiang Anan could only reach this step. How the future Jiang Anan will work hard depends on the future.

As for the strength gap between her and Chen Yanxun now, it is absolutely not something that can be overcome in one or two days, or with how much supplementary intelligence.

That kind of gap is even so big that even preparing thoroughly and fighting once, she wouldn't learn anything.

There is really no need to waste this challenge opportunity.

"Jiang girl is truly an open-minded person, possessing heroic spirit! It is I who, in my concern, am biased and think shallowly."

Qiu Chufu smiled, his eyes looking in the direction of the moon room, offering a field of diligence: "I noticed that Jiang girl seems to hate snakes very much. That boy from East Wang Valley, every time he summons a snake, you frown—"

"A beauty's knit brows are like a peony shattering in spring, making people's hearts ache."

He smiled confidently, his crown ribbon fluttering: "I will go help you drive him away."

One has to say this is a very graceful man, but unfortunately, his flattery missed the mark.

Jiang Anan looked at him, not being overly distant, just saying seriously: "Brother Qiu, every match I ascend this stage for is for myself. Presumably, you are too."

Compared to the previous two times her target was taken, her mood at this moment was actually very calm.

Because just when she planned to challenge Xie Yuanchu of Jing country to create a useful chip for Brother Sheng, at the moment Brother Sheng shook his head at her, she suddenly thought clearly.

It wasn't that she felt useless, but that she realized the people she cherished never needed her to do anything.

Brother Sheng has Brother Sheng's wisdom, and her brother has her brother's strength.

All of them overcame life, and then had the leisure to protect her today.

If she wanted to give equal love, she should also become a person who has overcome her own life and still has spare strength.

So, enjoy the competition.

What she wants to do is just to fully experience her own life. This includes watching fireworks on the night she left her hometown. It includes taking a step forward or backward on Guanhai Terrace under the gaze of the world.

She no longer cares who selects her preset opponent. She can also select the opponent she should challenge herself.

The three people selected by the think tank just represent a relatively high probability of winning. The remaining ones are not all unbeatable. A forty percent, thirty percent, or even twenty percent win rate. Isn't that still a win rate?

Losing is also acceptable, as long as there is progress. Winning is even better, as it can reveal more possibilities.

Without a doubt, Jiang Anan was a woman who surprised Qiu Chufu, but a master of flirting like him would not be defeated by this. He only smiled naturally: "Jiang girl, Chufu has received instruction. A good friend benefits my conduct, the ancients truly did not deceive me!"

"Then I will go."

He drifted down, welcoming his challenge match.

Some people say he only fights women, some people say he just has good popularity.

But those who say that are just people he hasn't bothered to associate with, or simply disdains to associate with.

Having reached this point, he already has a destined wonderful life.

This session's Yellow River Meeting, the Inner Mansion field is actually the most watched competition. Firstly, the champion of the last Inner Mansion field is the most dazzling True Monarch present. And the consecutive emergence of three absolute peaks just makes the gold content of the Inner Mansion field higher. Secondly, for most of the audience, the Inner Mansion field is relatively more understandable.

The higher the level of the battle, the harder it is to be captured, observed, and described. The requirements for commentary are also higher.

For example, in some Outer Building field competitions, it's a bombardment of Dao paths, a collision of star buildings. After fighting for half a day, only two stars flash in the sky. How many in the audience can clearly see what happened?

If you want to see stars, it's better to go outside and look.

The commentary is also bland and tasteless. One side talks about benevolence, righteousness, ritual, and wisdom, the other side talks about loyalty, faith, benevolence, and courage. Good heavens, a debate is also called a fight.

Not lively at all.

Relatively speaking, the attention of the Unlimited field, although lower than the Inner Mansion field, is still higher than the Outer Building field. No, it's because the level is high. The phrase "I am appreciating an Unlimited field competition" sounds more prestigious.

Although it's possible to understand even less,

The mutual invasion and exclusion of spirit domains, the entanglement and killing of spirit knowledge, are even less something the naked eye can capture.

Commentary often has to perform external battle simulations to allow the audience to see a little return on their ticket price. This requires very high skill.

"I want to challenge the Water Race Song Qingyue!"

There was a noticeable silence in the Unlimited field competition room for an instant.

The speaker was Yue Wenchuan from Chang Valley.

He is a disciple of General Yue Jie of Chang Valley, and is currently serving under General Fu Yanqing of the Jing Shan banner.

He was once tempered under Zhen Rong banner general Shang Fengchen and participated in the Zi Po Long Domain war. Counting it up, he even fought shoulder to shoulder with True Monarch Zhen He—although it was just in the same war, on the same front line.

A challenger from the star room initiating a challenge to someone in the moon room is completely in accordance with the regulations. There is nothing that would offend True Monarch Zhen He.

Many people think the Water Race players are not too strong, but before Yue Wenchuan opened his mouth, no one had done so.

The reason is nothing more than "what if"?

Everyone knows that the current grand plan of "Humans and Water Race are originally one family" is strongly promoted by True Monarch Zhen He. In order to let the Water Race stand on Guanhai Terrace, True Monarch Zhen He has run east and west, putting in who knows how much effort.

Every Water Race member who can stand on the stage represents one more step towards a more solid and intimate relationship between the two races.

In this situation, if they are drawn by lot, there is nothing to say. Actively seeking to pinch them is a bit like pushing the Water Race outward.

Furthermore, the quota for the Unlimited field under thirty years old has greatly expanded this year, and the average strength of the participating players has dropped too much. Anyway, it is "Unlimited," how can those in the Outer Building under thirty years old not come and see?

"Weak god approach" is everywhere, and spirit domain collisions have only appeared once in the competition field so far.

Compared to Song Qingyue, who fought fiercely and walked into the moon room with full victories, there are actually many soft persimmons. So it is really not necessary to seek out a strong opponent.

Unless they are like Yue Wenchuan, who even actively dropped to the loser's bracket to win the challenge quota, in order to drive the Water Race out of Guanhai Terrace.

There is no other reason. As a soldier who has fought against the Sea Race year-round, it is difficult to have a good impression of the Water Race. This is especially true after Chang He Long Jun twisted off the Middle Ancient Heavenly Road and saved the destiny of the Sea Race.

He greatly respects True Monarch Zhen He, but he has his own clear will. The fresh blood of the heroes scattered on the sea border is a hot and bitter memory he will never forget.

Even if this offends True Monarch Zhen He, even if True Monarch Zhen He can crush him with one slap—

He still wants to walk out and fight purely for the Human Race.

Song Qingyue, in the moon room, was on the contrary calm and composed regarding this.

He simply tidied his clothes, then leisurely stood up.

A minority of people in the moon room nodded and smiled at him. Most people ignored his existence.

He also showed full courtesy, bowing his hands in a circle: "Song will perform a match for everyone."

Then he pushed the door open and left, his clothes fluttering.