Chapter 2753: The World Stage's Rising Winds

The medical cultivator from East King Valley didn't know what to do. He stopped there with the person he was carrying, but after all, he knew who had the final say on Guanhe Terrace, so he only cast a glance at the main referee on the spot.

Jiang Wang looked towards Ji Jinglu, his gaze naturally calm.

Ji Jinglu hurriedly explained, "Dangmo Tianjun, I have full reasons to come on stage!"

"What reasons allow the esteemed Deshan King to break into the young prodigy's competition field and ascend this Tianxia Stage?" Jiang Wang asked.

Ji Jinglu's voice was loud like a drum, gradually becoming excited. "It concerns the death of Taiyi Zhenren Chen Suan of this country, it concerns the massacre of two counties in Wei Country, it concerns the fairness of this session's Huanghe Assembly! It concerns... the innocence of the Central Dajing!"

The entire field fell silent.

Bao Xuanjing's eyes shifted from melancholy and reminiscence to surprise and amusement. Then, he unmovingly restrained all emotions, silently retreating three steps, shielding Zhenhe Zhenjun in front of him.

Jiang Wang withdrew his gaze from Ji Jinglu's body, raised a hand, and at a not-so-far distance, Gong Weizhang and Zhuge Zuo stopped their ascent to the stage. They indeed didn't care about the movements on the stage, only listened to the referee's instructions.

Jiang Wang said he hadn't protected the players well, but his attitude and behavior had already won the support and trust of the young people.

Jing Country needed to clear suspicion and investigate the truth. The Huanghe Assembly also needed to give an account to everyone paying attention to the competition.

So, although Jiang Wang was anxious to end this Huanghe Assembly, although only two more matches would conclude this session's eventful assembly, although after the assembly he would have vast freedom and be untouched by wind and rain...

He still tacitly allowed Ji Jinglu to ascend the stage to handle the case.

Indeed, completion is more important than perfection... but cleanliness is more important than glory.

Lu Ye, who was already protected one-on-one by Qin Zhizhen, suddenly rushed to the front of the stage, supporting the edge of the stage with both hands, staring intently at the stage!

He also wanted to know the truth, to know where his grandpa, Wei Huai, was.

Chen Yanxun was awakened from his coma.

He found the scene eerily quiet. The final scene of the Tianxia Stage, which accommodated tens of thousands of people, was actually silent.

A huge sense of crisis exploded from the top of his head; at this moment, his scalp was numb!

But having experienced many battles, he didn't show any abnormality. He only slowly opened his eyes and weakly said, "What is... this?"

"Yes! What about you?" Ji Jinglu beckoned with one hand, then grabbed Chen Yanxun, pinching his neck with the other!

However, as he exerted a little force with his five fingers, he grasped another ice-cold hand.

He looked up and saw Jiang Wang standing in front of him, his five fingers interlocked with his, and Chen Yanxun was blocked behind him.

Clear spirit immortal light supported Chen Clan's young body, protecting it from harm. Zhong Xuan also顺势 cast several healing spells, alleviating the young man's injuries.

"Speak slowly if you have something to say," Jiang Wang said lightly.

No matter how reliable Ji Jinglu was, no matter how suspicious Chen Yanxun was, before the evidence was conclusive, he was a strong contender in the inner mansion field of the Huanghe Assembly.

As the main referee of the competition, Jiang Wang had the responsibility to ensure the safety of the players on Guanhe Terrace. It was impossible to allow Ji Jinglu to arbitrarily beat and scold a player.

Ji Jinglu, accustomed to an idle and casual personality, looked into Jiang Wang's eyes and suddenly wanted to get closer. "Dangmo Tianjun's hand, why is it so cold?"

Jiang Wang said, "Because my sword is very cold."

Ji Jinglu hurriedly loosened his hand, feeling that if he grasped it again, he would kill someone.

In fact, in Tiangong City, everyone said that the one surnamed Jiang had a bad temper, but Ji Jinglu disagreed. Putting aside past interactions, with so many people causing trouble in this session of the Huanghe Assembly, he could still speak calmly now and strive to maintain the normal order of the competition... he was already very patient.

Ji Jinglu asked himself, if it were him, he would have started punching watermelons long ago, one punch per head.

"Zhenhe Zhenjun..." Chen Yanxun's voice, forcibly calmed, timidly rang out from behind Jiang Wang. "What wrong did I commit?" He asked himself, his performance in this match's curtain call was perfect: a person already eliminated, a person almost beaten to death, a person who had fainted and was unable to control himself—wasn't he a safe person?

Even if there were more suspicions, they should have been cleared at the moment of being eliminated.

But he never expected... his eyes closed and then opened again, and he was still in the field, still grabbed back to the stage by Ji Jinglu!

He had exhausted all his efforts just to get off the stage! This damn Jing Country fellow.

His heart was truly chaotic. The tension at this moment was a genuine performance, no need to feign it.

"I still don't know what happened. I am waiting for an answer just like you. Chen Yanxun, if you didn't commit wrong, no one can harm you—you can take this as my promise." Jiang Wang half-turned his body, his tone calm. "Next, Deshan King will chat with you."

Ji Jinglu then took a step forward, approaching Chen Yanxun, bringing an overwhelming pressure.

But because he remembered Jiang Wang's reminder not to actually use his hands, this pressure was somewhat of a bluff.

Chen Yanxun actually subconsciously wanted to reply, "Then if I really committed wrong, will you personally come to harm me?"

Of course, he immediately cut off this damn messy thought. Indeed, he was too uneasy; even his mind couldn't suppress it, letting stray thoughts run wild like weeds.

As for Ji Jinglu in front...

He really didn't care.

If only Ji Fengzhou would come!

Suddenly, a voice, high and distant, as if hanging from above the nine heavens, said, "Chen Yanxun... is that you?"

Chen Yanxun was stunned for a moment, then realized who was speaking.

He scrambled up, barely supporting his injured body, and performed a standard envoy's ritual upon meeting a monarch. "Your servant is Chen Yanxun, a person from Song Country, from Shangqiu Chen Clan, this year fifteen years old."

His bun had been completely knocked off by Bao Xuanjing. At this moment, his broken hair was uneven and messy, draping down, his bangs hiding his star-like eyes, instead giving him several points of an innocent young man's air. "No need to be nervous. On Guanhe Terrace, Dangmo Tianjun has promised your safety." The Central Emperor's voice was majestic and distant. "You only need to answer truthfully."

Chen Yanxun pursed his lips. "Facing the various Majesties and Dangmo Tianjun, Yanxun dares not conceal anything."

Ji Jinglu's fierce, evil aura momentum, after the second decline and third exhaustion, simply couldn't maintain a straight face. His words were only like forged iron. "Chen Yanxun, say it again—who, are, you?"

Boom! The sound was like thunder!

This was indeed a question that hit a vital point. The Jing Country people suspected his identity!

Being stared at by the Central Empire, and already having such a clear direction, exposure was sooner or later—but had he already been completely exposed now? How long would the process take? Was there still time to think of ways to escape... even continue that step?

"Who I am, you have already proclaimed it loudly." The young Chen Yanxun looked up at Jing Country's Deshan King, neither humble nor arrogant. "I don't understand the meaning of your question."

"This king also doesn't understand—" Ji Jinglu's eyes became profound. "Chen Yanxun, how did you lose?"

He even suspected he was Yan Chunhui back!

The rumors before the competition should have been released by the Jing Country people. They were used to probe, to try to startle the snake by hitting the grass, making suspicious people busy and chaotic, exposing themselves.

Where did the Jing Country people get the clues? Why were they Jing Country people?

Yes... Chen Suan!

Chen Suan was killed. If there were no unexpected words, it should have been done by Pingdeng Country.

Damn Pingdeng Country!

Ascending the Huanghe Assembly, scheming for the light of the human path, was the last step of his path to enlightenment.

He had already walked all the early roads, only seeking that bit of fate gathered from the human path. To borrow the green cloud to rise high into the sky, cleanse the ancient and modern hatred, fill the regrets of the era, step on this human path flood, and leap to the supreme.

Unfortunately, changes were always faster than plans. Originally, when Jiang Wang came to be this Huanghe referee, he was cautious and careful, restrained everywhere—this fellow's sword stele was still standing in Wuhui Valley, making him, this several-thousand-year-old man, homeless.

The one surnamed Jiang was still bold and broad. With the name of referee, acting as the host in reality, he greatly reformed, stirring up a Huanghe tide with both the water race and the righteousness school, attracting the attention of the entire present world.

Especially Huang Sheli's move of profit sharing, broadcasting the competition widely on the sky screen, allowing billions of human race in the present world to share the Huanghe Assembly... he became even more uneasy.

There is indeed a reason for the darkness under the lamp, but when this lamp is bright everywhere with no blind spots, he seemed to have a feeling of going to the execution ground!

This unease reached its peak when that person named "Xiong Wen" ascended the stage.

He understood this was an invitation from Pingdeng Country!

Or rather, coercion.

Coercing him to help do something.

That year, his transaction with Ye Lingxiao, although secret, could not necessarily hide from the eyes of Pingdeng Country's leader.

According to his knowledge, there was someone inside Pingdeng Country who understood the operation of the heavenly path, saw through heavenly intent, and was not inferior to Yuan Kong Shitao.

The other side personally recruited "Qian Chou", had a quite profound understanding of Ye Lingxiao, and naturally could guess the price of that sword. Perhaps they didn't know his identity on the stage, but they certainly guessed he was already on the stage.

Plus, this Xiong Wen's identity was so well-done, his "past" was complete without leaks; there was a high probability that Luo Sha Mingyue Jing also participated in it.

The answer was already very clear—Pingdeng Country and Luo Sha Mingyue Jing allied, wanting to borrow this session of the Huanghe Assembly hosted by young people to cause trouble. Although Jiang Wang was strong, he couldn't compare to Ba Country's foundation; this was indeed the best timing.

The former was for subverting the existing order, the latter was merely for transcendence.

Linking this again to the big fight between Luo Sha Mingyue Jing and the Jing Country people in Sheng Country—wasn't everything just connected?

The problem was still with "Xiong Wen"! Pingdeng Country didn't know his specific identity, but they guessed he would ascend the stage. They had already arranged Xiong Wen in advance, perhaps not only Xiong Wen, or perhaps also Zheng Fei, Li Shou, Fang Heling, and so on, just that "Xiong Wen" was finally the most suitable to ascend the stage.

This name would naturally arouse alertness!

Pingdeng Country was self-clever, using this name to remind himself. Then, killing Xiong Wen, framing Qi Country, stirring up this pool of water, and simultaneously clearing traces—

But these actions absolutely couldn't stop the Jing Country people from checking out problems with Xiong Wen. As long as they checked out Xiong Wen's doubts, they could possibly guess this person's role in ascending the stage, thereby deducing... Yan Chunhui was on the stage!

No, Pingdeng Country wasn't being self-clever; they only needed to clear the clues linking to them, fundamentally not caring whether they exposed themselves.

Either cooperate with them, actively helping them take a step forward. Or expose themselves like this, causing chaos on Guanhe Terrace, passively helping them take a step forward.

Let's put all the problems back—the Jing Country people guessed Yan Chunhui was on the stage, also suspected he was Yan Chunhui, but were they one hundred percent certain about this matter?

His performance, did it actually have loopholes?

Yes. The answer was in the problem itself.

The biggest doubt perhaps appeared in that just-concluded match. His performance was not as expected—Ji Jinglu asked him why he would lose, suspected he was Yan Chunhui, and thus determined he threw the game! It was difficult to participate in the Huanghe Assembly, to have walked to this day for the championship, yet to throw the game at the championship door—this was definitely an expression of guilt.

This was truly a wrong!

Chen Yanxun showed an expression of angry laughter. "Deshan King, do you want to hear your question again? I indeed didn't want to lose, but what can I do if I couldn't win? Can you help me win?"

He did indeed throw the game.

But he was indeed not afraid of investigation.

To perform realistically on stage was actually very simple—

Just forget that he was once at the peak, and it's fine! He didn't act; it was at the moment of deciding victory or defeat, he completely forgot the vision of the peak, forgot the means of the one named "Yan Chunhui"... at that moment, he really couldn't win.

He said his hair stood on end, as if he had been truly wronged, unable to bear this grievance. "Even if Jing Country is domineering again, it still can't disallow people who can't win?"

"I don't see Sa Shihan winning Zuo Guangshu, Xu Zhiyi winning Gong Weizhang!"

"And one Xie Yuanchu, who was played by Zhuge Zuo from beginning to end—"

The young man dragged his injured body, anger replacing vitality. "Deshan King is so overbearing, why not ask them to go?"

People who read books have strong backbone. "You want to block Qi Country, not allowing the eastern border to be champion again, then let your own people strive a bit, rather than extend the whip to other countries! Song Country, though weak, can be bullied?"

On the spectator stand, Sa Shihan was expressionless.

Xu Zhiyi covered his face, feeling ashamed.

Xie Yuanchu... he had left Guanhe Terrace early.

No matter how you say it, Jing Country not having a champion in this session of the Huanghe Assembly was a hard fact. For the world's first empire, it was a certain shame.

Ji Jinglu didn't want to dwell on this point. "I just said that a gentleman like Chen Simu couldn't possibly have an illegitimate child. How did he give birth to such a sharp-tongued person like you?"

"Does Deshan King mean that gentlemen give birth to gentlemen, and villains give birth to villains? In the future, if your child cannot become a martial dao master, then they are not yours? Presumably, the Central Tianlao will have generations of prisoners, and Tiandu Guanshe will have generations of officials. No wonder the Central Empire is so prosperous! This is simply eternal prosperity!"

The young man's body was like iron, his integrity like bamboo, his momentum forthright!

"Yanxun wants to ask you even more—what kind of person do you think will have an illegitimate child? My father made a mistake for a moment, but some people make mistakes for a lifetime! It's just because Yanxun is unfilial, so his father is to blame. Some people are in a higher country, but can they fully maintain integrity?"

Chen Yanxun grasped the point, endlessly entangled, only to gain more time for himself—he understood that since they had suspected him to this extent, he would not be able to hide for long. His original plan needed to change.

Simply performing properly himself was not enough to shake off this vulgar warrior. He couldn't passively wait for Ji Jinglu to release his doubts. Always trying to prove himself early or late would cause problems. He still needed... to divert attention.

Were there still suspicious people on the stage? There were still matches to come—Gong Weizhang, Zhuge Zuo, Bao Xuanjing.

Inner mansion, outer building, no limit field, three rounds of champion races, twelve people deciding selection...

Chen Yanxun quickly locked onto two names—Bao Xuanjing, Wu Yu.

The former had just defeated him, and his strength was excessively strong. Thinking back now, this person's performance in the fight also had some debatable details that could be discussed. Even the conversation earlier in the waiting room could be forced as this person's guilty conscience—why would he suddenly say something about the rebirth of a Qi Country founding meritorious official? It was reasonable for him to be Yan Chunhui, right?

As for the latter, who originated from Sanxing Palace... if he was eliminated yet still suspected, this fellow's throwing the game was even more obvious.

Who on stage wasn't fighting desperately? Was effort defense even effort?

Unilateral defense was waiting to lose; no one wouldn't understand this truth.

He was also from Tianjing Country, with a greater possibility of having a hidden background.

Then why was his heart stabbed through, yet he was still suspected, while Wu Yu, merely beaten gray-faced, could safely leave the field?

Chen Simu being such a gentleman that he couldn't possibly have an illegitimate child was just seasoning for suspicion.

The most fundamental reason lay in—

Song Country couldn't compare to Sanxing Palace in the possibility of having an identity "borrowed".

Chen Yanxun's gaze swept over Bao Xuanjing's body. Before Ji Jinglu could speak, he said even louder, "Deshan King keeps saying it's for the fairness of the Huanghe competition, capturing me on stage, not even waiting for my injury to heal before questioning me so severely... is he suspecting Yanxun threw the game?"

"I bore injuries and nearly died; if not for Dangmo Tianjun extending a hand, I would not have survived. How could this arouse suspicion?"

He pointed below the stage. "Wu Yu leaped true in the previous match, pressured a martial saint disciple, boasted of taking the championship, yet miserably lost to Zuo Guangshu, unable to even counterattack. Why does no one in the world question him!"

"I dare say he has a problem, this match has a problem. The competition began from the no-limit field; investigating throwing the game should also begin from the no-limit field!"

As the young man pointed, the crowd's gaze gathered—

The Legalist true successor sitting properly on the spectator stand suddenly's face changed dramatically. He actually turned into a shadow, and with a soft sound, "pa"... then shattered!

He had actually escaped without a trace!

On the stage, Bao Xuanjing's eyes were wide, dumbfounded...

There was still an expert?!

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