Chapter 2703: New Name, Old Surname

Jiang Wang once replicated God Descend Zhang Xun’s sword energy into silk in the Outer Building Realm.

Chen Yanxun went even further, accomplishing this great feat while still in the Inner Mansion Realm. Of course, he used the split arrow shaft as a carrier for the sword energy, further reducing the difficulty of turning sword energy into silk.

But this was still fully deserving of being called genius!

Chu Yao’s Dao body was pierced with thousands of holes, instantly looking like a honeycomb, and he had completely lost the ability to resist.

So, Jiang Wang’s figure flashed, and he was already on the stage, hugging his little disciple.

Chu Yao’s life was, naturally, saved.

He lifted his head, his body covered in blood, his divine soul full of wounds, yet he looked directly at Jiang Wang.

Yan Nanfei’s ability reversed cause and effect, but it did not reverse feelings.

Unlike after the inn, when everything returned to the very beginning and the person receiving the technique fundamentally didn’t know what had happened.

Chu Yao had some perception of everything in his heart; he clearly knew that Chen Yanxun had activated a divine ability and reversed everything.

But returning to the moment of brushing past, he could not keep up with Chen Yanxun’s movements.

The strangeness of Yan Nanfei’s divine ability caused him to be a half-step wrong first. In the instinctive gap during the life-and-death instant, it made him lose another half-step.

The moment of brushing past and risking danger was enough for Chen Yanxun to turn this first opportunity into a vast chasm of victory and defeat.

He thought he hadn’t done well enough. If it were his master, even with the same conditions… he could certainly do better.

The recordings of battles he had seen the most were his master’s. Every battle in the Yellow River Assembly of Dao Calendar 3919, he had watched no less than a hundred times, almost remembering his master's combat choices at every instant.

But no matter how he chose, no matter how he told himself in advance, he still couldn’t achieve that kind of… nearly absolute correctness.

Is it… still not enough effort?

As the audience’s Zhenhe Zhenjun hugged his own little disciple, he only said, “You did better than I imagined, I am proud of you.”

Only then were Chu Yao’s eyes willing to scatter, and only then was his consciousness willing to faint.

The top four strong players in the Inner Mansion category of the Dao Calendar 3933 Yellow River Assembly were already born.

Chen Yanxun from Song Country continued his invincible posture, strongly defeating the eye-catching Chu Yao!

Zhenhe Zhenjun had already taken away his disciple.

The on-site referee, Mu Fuyao, had already announced the victory and defeat.

Standing on the stage, Chen Yanxun still said the words, “Already fallen behind the era…”

The people of Song Country rushed onto the stage, cheering and embracing him as they took him down.

This was already Song Country's best result in the Yellow River Assembly in so many years.

The people of Song Country, who most emphasized ritual teachings and defense, now didn’t care about his illegitimate child identity. What illegitimate child? This was the Chen family’s young master! Chen Sixi Wu’s formal marriage certificate, his name properly added to the genealogy… could be produced immediately.

Shen Xiyuan simultaneously instructed him via sound transmission, “Having defeated Zhenhe Zhenjun’s disciple, you must not appear overly delighted.”

At the same time, he happily said, “Tonight, let’s hold a poetry meeting, with the champion’s name as the theme!”

Chen Yanxun, surrounded by the crowd, stumbled as he walked off the stage. Excited faces swayed back and forth in his eyes, and his ears were filled with noise.

The person surrounded by people couldn’t even hear his own sigh.

Flying sword technique, nothing more! Already fallen behind the era…

No one knew what kind of sorrowful sound this was.

Jiang Mengxiong smashed the flying sword and put on the knuckle dusters; the peerless prodigy Xiang Fengqi went to his end and sought death; Xiang Qian, far inferior to his master, not to mention challenging Jiang Mengxiong, couldn’t even pass Jiang Mengxiong’s disciple’s level and was already wandering outside the heavens… The flying sword path was only left with one half-demented old man, who was still driven out of Wuhui Valley.

The world had not heard of flying swords for a long time!

Even Chu Yao, such a talented and beautiful jade, who today unleashed a killing move with a flying sword and for a time shone on the world stage, just like Jiang Wang’s use of immortal techniques, regarded it as a means, not a path.

He would inherit Jiang Wang’s mantle in the future, and his choices were too many, all of them broad and smooth roads. He was destined not to walk on the flying sword’s single-plank bridge.

From ancient times until now, who understood this heart?

Heaven and earth a lonely shadow, a lost goose alone lingers.

Gong Weizhang sat in the audience, quietly watching the entire match.

Er Zhu He was too noisy, Bao Xuanjing was too greasy, Zhuge Zhuo even had to record your breathing times, Xu Zhiyi occasionally looked over with a face of profound mystery, Fu Yanci was quite good, having entered a preparatory state, chilling and like a corpse… but too similar.

He really couldn’t stay in the room, so he applied to come to the audience to wait.

Originally, there was a time for each side's leader to provide pre-match guidance, and the referee also didn't stop him.

So now Murong Longhe was sitting beside him.

But in reality, there was nothing good to guide.

Having reached the quarter-finals stage, what mattered was everyone's on-the-spot performance.

All so-called high-level battle designs were completely meaningless to him. On the field, things changed in an instant; no matter how clever fixed patterns were shackles.

So, one tall and one short, one large and one small, one in blood armor and one in black armor… like two ice sculptures side by side.

Infected by this atmosphere, the surrounding circle of Jing Country people were as if their chins had been removed. In places where they subconsciously wanted to cheer while watching the match, they all tightly gripped their thighs and made no sound.

“How is it?” The known-for-coldness Murong Longhe said only this sentence throughout.

He was actually a bit envious of Gan Chang’an’s side, which was united with the chosen.

Unlike him, who only knew how to put the chosen first.

If Huang Budong had come this time and sat there sleeping from beginning to end… he could still have some peace of mind.

Now he still felt that as a leader, perhaps he needed to do something more.

“Xiao Gong ah, did you just reply to me?” Murong Longhe turned his head and asked with his eyes.

The young man was closing his eyes to rest, motionless, only virtually lifting one hand, a wisp of knife energy continuously shuttling between his five fingers.

Perhaps… he had replied. And replied with his eyes?

Murong Longhe watched for a while, then looked back at the stage.

After the four-strong opening match between the lone cultivator Chu Yao and Song Country’s Chen Yanxun ended, it was Chu Country’s Zhuge Zhuo against the grassland’s Fu Yanci.

This time, Zhuge didn’t fight for a particularly long time.

Because Fu Yanci didn’t allow it.

Zhuge Zhuo was observing everyone, and everyone was also observing him.

To prevent Zhuge Zhuo from gradually establishing a winning momentum in a long grind, Fu Yanci fully erupted at the opening!

His stirred death energy was so heavy that it instantly made the stage like the underworld. He caused the Youyue to shine high in the sky, summoning thousands of white bones to break out of the soil, and with the forest of the dead, he divided the field into a forbidden zone for the living.

If Yuan Tianshen mastered the power of "God Fall" after mastering "Gods Twilight."

Cang Ming held the power born for slaying gods, representing destruction and ruin.

What Fu Yanci explored was the divine aspect within concerning death…

He was extremely likely to grow into the holder of the god of death in the Qing Qiong Heavenly Country in the future.

Facing the open dead eyes, manifesting divinity, and the fierce prestige of the stern Fu Yanci, Zhuge Zhuo avoided battle throughout. One moment he hid in the long night, another moment he escaped in the starlight. He stirred up miasma and thick clouds, again causing changes in heavenly phenomena, suddenly bringing wind, rain, and thunder.

Fu Yanci was like a god descending, while Zhuge Zhuo was like floating dust and foam. The former was extremely magnificent, as if turning the martial arts stage into his divine seat. The latter was extremely tiny, hiding in every unnoticed corner.

On the vast world stage, the two performed a wonderful hunt.

After crushing the "Heavenly Phenomena Illusion Source" and forcefully extinguishing the "Great Beam Starlight," Fu Yanci used a Qing Qiong Thunder Spear divine punishment to force out Zhuge Zhuo, who was hiding among the dry bones and had almost become a ghost body.

The vast majority of the audience only realized at this time that Zhuge Zhuo had actually hidden his true body in the forest-like white bones early on. The series of wonderful chases and escapes afterward were all performance time he had left for Fu Yanci.

And Fu Yanci, halfway through the chase, keenly detected the problem, openly chased and secretly investigated, breaking through the cognitive barrier of "under the lamp's darkness," finding the location of Zhuge Zhuo's true body, and after paving the way for a decisive battle environment, forcing a battle in one move!

Whether it was Fu Yanci’s keenness or Zhuge Zhuo’s hiding skill, both were astonishing.

The subsequent changes were even more jaw-dropping.

The always serious, little witch priest-like Zhuge Zhuo, like all hard-studying, improperly eating children, had a somewhat thin and small figure.

But he actually, at the moment of life-and-death crisis when Fu Yanci’s spear picked him out and forced a battle, threw off his sacrificial robe and transformed into a sturdy barbarian with ghost patterns on his face and a physique no less than Er Zhu He's.

He activated his "Ghost Mountain Bloodline," transforming into the legendary "Ghost Mountain Barbarian"!

Wielding a heavy sword, he clearly received the true transmission of Zhong Li Yan from Xian Valley, actually having the posture of a fierce barbarian warrior, and engaging in head-on collisions with the divine Fu Yanci for dozens of rounds without falling behind!

Of course, after dozens of rounds, he ran again.

Fu Yanci couldn’t catch him for a time, then patiently built his underworld territory again, planning to steadily fight a war of attrition… but he killed out again.

This time, all over the sky, starlight twisted moonlight, controlling ghosts to fight the dead. He simply seemed to have changed into a different person, extremely barbaric, sticking to Fu Yanci to bombard and wear him down.

Finally, Fu Yanci was defeated due to excessive consumption in the early stage of paving the field.

Zhuge Zhuo became the second top-four player in the Inner Mansion category of this Yellow River Assembly.

“How is it?” Murong Longhe asked again.

This was another "just right" victory, which raised his expectations for Zhuge Zhuo in his heart.

Of course, this time when he asked, he was staring into Gong Weizhang’s eyes.

Gong Weizhang looked at him strangely.

Murong Longhe seemed to understand this look — you are asking such boring things. You don't seem like such a boring person.

“I am the leader.” Murong Longhe lightly coughed once, inexplicably explaining, “I still care very much about the psychological condition of the participating players.”

Gong Weizhang said faintly, “Things like psychological condition… you should care about my opponent.”

“Indeed — also!” Before the match, it was not good to hit the child. Murong Longhe thus remained silent.

Immediately following was the battle between Bao Xuanjing and Er Zhu He.

According to reports, they had already quarreled in anger before the match, so the fight was bound to be a collision of meteors, wonderful and splendid.

But when the match truly started, Murong Longhe's only feeling was "noisy."

The Snow Plains Barbarian Bear was full of energy, fighting while scolding, and he didn’t know whose guidance he had received. He, who was originally verbally clumsy, for a time had saliva like pearls, specifically poking at people's shortcomings. What was suspicious about your dad’s cause of death, your uncle is difficult to call a martyr, your grandpa is still under investigation, what "I do not see a family of loyalists, only see resentment rushing to the sky, a yellow-mouthed ghost"...

Although there was also sound kill technique in it, it was really hard to say whether the sound kill power killed more, or the content of the scolding killed more.

Finally, he was embarrassed to say the words himself and only repeatedly scolded, "Little flatterer, if you have the guts, don't run."

Throughout the field, angry voices were endless, fists were like horizontal mountains and seas, and scolding voices shook the sky.

To the extent that the observing Qi Country leader Bowang Hou raised a protest to the referee, saying that a match is a match, such scolding was impolite and humiliating to culture.

The Snow Plains Emperor said this was also a type of attack. On the battlefield, no one stops people from scolding; could it be that you can reason with demon races and ask them not to scold you? If you can't withstand it, you can forfeit.

The head referee, with a face of toothache, consulted with the members of the Taixu Pavilion on the field and finally did not make any interference. Because the standard for victory and defeat in the Yellow River Assembly was originally only one, and there were no restrictions on the methods used on the field other than external forces.

Even if they wanted to change the match rules, it would be something for the future; they couldn't change it temporarily.

Specifically for the match itself, it was Er Zhu He continuously impacting the opponent and seeking a decisive battle… Bao Xuanjing continuously shifting positions and using various methods to weaken the opponent.

What "Five Ghosts Entwine Body Bind," what "Move Mountain Lock," what "Reverse Pulse Cut Star Technique," what "Heart Nightmare Blood Wheel Seal"... were orderly thrown at Er Zhu He.

Among them, especially the "Heart Nightmare Blood Wheel Seal," was a secret great technique of the Blood River Sect, directly shaking Er Zhu He’s will and cracking a heart nightmare in his inner heart.

Although it was suppressed and killed by Er Zhu He’s will to fight heaven and earth, it also greatly weakened Er Zhu He.

Bao Xuanjing, under the God Mirror state, was indifferently high above, making no mistakes, and did not give Er Zhu He any opportunity from beginning to end.

Even though he was already strong enough to pound broken mountains and rivers and had the courage of ten thousand men. Finally, he could only struggle with his steps and drown in wind and snow on the boundless, vast God Mirror, like an ice plain.

Finally, Bao Xuanjing won the victory without stirring up waves, flipping over the already exhausted Er Zhu He. He took out two "Clean Sound Snails" from his ears, casually threw them, and they transformed into two "Word Filthy Mountains," suppressing this child.

This undoubtedly won the match and also won the manners.

Those cloud-light, wind-light actions at that moment won the whole field's standing ovation.

Murong Longhe rarely said a few more sentences: "Li Country already knows they cannot win, so they want to start from Bao Xuanjing’s age and attack his character. Er Zhu He, this kind of fearless, bloody youth, would actually agree to this method; it shows his emphasis on national honor… The morale of Li Country, from top to bottom, is usable; they are a strong enemy we must guard against."

“As for Bao Xuanjing, everyone says this child is frivolous and showy, but I see his Dao heart is like iron. You must be extra careful against him; you cannot have even half a point of contempt.”

Murong Longhe was still speaking here when Gong Weizhang already stood up and walked towards the stage.

“It’s my turn.” This was his only sentence.

The bloodline of the first generation Dao Gate Heavenly Master was already waiting on the stage.

Xu Zhiyi wore the Star Yao Xuan Heaven Crown, the Nine Tribulations Entwine Cloud Robe, the Vault Yin Yang Fish Pendant, and stepped in the Six Yao Green Lotus Boots… she was already wearing a set of indescribably noble Heavenly Master attire!

Of course, due to the Yellow River Assembly’s traditional rules regarding the prohibition of objects, the power of her attire was all sealed.

At the age of a girl in love, yet she had a kind of high-above indifference that did not belong to this age group; that was the historical atmosphere of the ancient Heavenly Master family, everywhere.

Making the girl’s black hair like frost.

With a high-above tone, she lightly said, “Please come up to the stage — General Gong, if you win me today, you can openly and justly walk into the Palace family’s gate, no longer needing to hide here and there.”

Gong Weizhang carelessly looked at her once, his gaze shallow, but also like a knife sweep.

He, who was always too lazy to waste words, this time opened his mouth: “You look very young, but the taste on your body is too old.”

“Several great eras before the Xu surname, it is already moldy today.”

He stood on the stage: “How do you underestimate me? I am not Princess Fold Moon’s son, and I do not need to enter the Palace family’s gate.”

Xu San, who was responsible for commentary in the Taixu Illusion Realm, suddenly became excited! To comment on a match and still have new plot to listen to?

Bian Qiong also maintained a smile: “The two players are exchanging pleasantries before the match, a young boy and girl, with grass growing and orioles flying, truly a beautiful youthful era ah.”

On the stage, Gong Weizhang pressed the knife with one hand: “My ‘Gong,’ and Gong Xiyan’s ‘Gong,’ are not the same Gong.”

“If Gong Xiyan invests in me, I will return it a hundredfold. I will establish my own family name.”

“Do you know what a new era is?”

“You have the fortune to be born in this, yet you sink in the old ways.”

“The answer I give you—”

He walked forward: “Just start by killing these old surnames who cling to their names!”