stonecrandall Chapter 79: The Seven Sects Tournament is About to Begin
Chapter 79: The Seven Sects Tournament is About to Begin
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Russell: "Congratulations to Xiao Fan for kicking the model worker and punching Yan Di, winning the only grand prize in this Cangshan Grandmaster Peak Battle prize guessing game. You get one chance to win a prize. Let's give him a round of applause."
Xiao Yan: "It's a conspiracy! It must be a conspiracy! I refuse to accept this!"
There was no point in arguing; Wu Zhu simply forfeited, leaving only Ye Liuyun and Ku He for a true man's battle in a 1v1 duel.
The result was obvious: Ye Liuyun was no match for Ku He, and Zhang Xiaofan easily took the victory.
On Dazhu Peak, Zhang Xiaofan scratched his head sheepishly.
He never expected his luck to be so good.
If I could draw some cultivation-aid pills or magic treasures, that would be great. I'd give them to my senior sister; she'd be so happy.
He was secretly pleased with himself, and he could almost picture Tian Ling'er's bright smile when she received the gift. Suddenly, he heard a whooshing sound overhead. He looked up instinctively and saw two bright white beams of light rushing from the western sky, falling like shooting stars in front of the main hall, Shoujing Hall.
After a flash of light, two people appeared. One was tall and elegant, with a refined and unconventional air, dressed in flowing white robes. The other was a boy, a little shorter than him, who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Jingyu?" He stood up, his voice hoarse, and called out.
The boy's body stiffened, and he immediately turned around, exclaiming with delight, "Xiao Fan!"
[Chat Group Interface]
Xiao Yan: "Strange, is Xiao Fan so calm? Why hasn't he made a move?"
Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu did some quick calculations and figured he was probably called away by his senior sister Ling'er again."
Speaking of this, Xiaoyu pouted angrily.
She and Zhang Xiaofan had been chatting for quite some time. Ever since they became familiar with each other, this guy had been constantly talking about how great his senior sister was.
Ugh, this is so annoying!
Russell: "Then let's save it for now and do a 10-pull later to see if we can get some of his luck."
He made a fortune on this trip.
Emperor Qing gave him two more draws, and with the two draws from Fan Xian and Chen Pingping, he now has a total of 24 draws.
I just don't know how many good items I'll get.
Russell: "@Han Li, model worker, your package has arrived."
[Group member Russell distributes designated red envelopes]
Han Li: "Thank you. I will repay this favor when I find the Golden Thunder Bamboo."
Russell: "Speaking of Golden Thunder Bamboo, Zi Ling, what are you planning to do?"
This question stumped Han Li. According to the hints in the book, Zi Ling should be the reincarnation of Mo Caihuan, and he would have to deal with her later, as Jin Leizhu would inevitably have to.
How to deal with her is indeed a problem.
Xiao Yan: "Of course we'll take it down directly! Don't be a coward, workaholic, I believe in you! Hesitation leads to defeat, only decisiveness can... cough cough, can leave no regrets."
Han Li: "Emperor Yan is joking. We are merely acquaintances."
Xiao Yan: "..."
Xiao Yan: "You wait, I'll get someone to deal with you."
happy.
Yan Di is indeed Yan Di, he's just a piece of trash!
Russell chuckled as he turned off the screen, looked at the distant mountains, and began his journey.
The matter in Qing Kingdom was almost over, and he formally bid farewell to Fan Xian an hour ago.
Heading north, passing through prefectures and provinces, they soon crossed the blurred border between the Qing Kingdom and the Northern Qi, and then traversed the territory of the Northern Qi.
The azure sky was gradually replaced by leaden-gray clouds, and visibility began to decrease.
Before long, he arrived at the Arctic Circle, where the monotonous white is the eternal theme, easily causing a sense of disorientation and temporal displacement. The biting cold wind sweeps across the wilderness like a knife, swirling up snowflakes.
This is a deathly silent world; apart from the howling wind, almost no sound of life can be heard.
When the wind and snow move, the howling sound cuts through the vast snowfield, swirling up thousands upon thousands of piles of snow, the violent and unrestrained sound ringing out incessantly, making one's heart tremble.
When the wind and snow are still, the world is silent and indifferent, the clear moonlight shines coldly for miles, and the boundless snowfield is as desolate as white jade, desolate to the extreme.
As Russell walked through it, he felt the profound weight of the primordial energy of heaven and earth even more.
Perhaps due to years of exposure to radiation, these Arctic creatures are all extremely large, especially polar bears.
For some reason, Russell felt an urge to use the Kamaitachi whenever he saw this creature.
After traveling for more than ten days, a tall mountain suddenly rose up on the northern horizon.
Russell immediately perked up and quickened his pace to climb up. Before long, a huge temple appeared before him.
This is where everything in Joy of Life began, the only military museum remaining after the destruction of Earth's civilization.
"Open the door," Russell said.
The moment he finished speaking, the enormous door in front of the temple opened silently.
Russell stepped inside.
One temple is one world, and behind the door lies another world.
Contrary to popular belief, behind the temple gate lies not a fairyland, but a plaza surrounded by massive buildings.
Russell walked into it, his gaze sweeping over the murals on both sides of the passage before finally settling on a protruding metal beam above the passage.
There, a lifelike bluebird stood quietly.
This bluebird had no life force; it was merely a holographic projection.
The bluebird gave Russell a deep look, then flapped its wings and flew towards the hazy sky. However, it only flew about ten feet high before suddenly turning into countless points of light. These points of light were like countless fireflies in the summer night sky, and then they re-coalesced into the figure of an old man.
The old man stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering, his wide sleeves dancing gently in the empty, cold square. A faint azure light enveloped his entire body, making one think they had encountered an immortal.
"Child, you are the first mortal to have come here in all these years."
The old man looked down at Russell, his voice ethereal, as if coming from beyond the heavens, carrying a compassion and indifference born of a lifetime of experience.
He's obviously a charlatan from the start. AI learns incredibly fast.
From supernatural tales to fantasy and martial arts novels, as long as there's enough information in his database, he can talk nonsense with you in a serious manner.
Russell's response was simple: he raised his middle finger.
Visibly, the old man's expression froze. As a highly advanced AI that had undergone countless iterations in the past, he understood the meaning of this gesture better than anyone else.
Russell said to the old man, "Two choices: either give me access to the armory and database, or I'll demolish this place and find it myself."
Old man: "..."
The azure blue light and shadow flickered slightly, as if it were performing high-speed calculations and risk assessments.
Ten minutes later, Russell arrived at the temple's armory as he had hoped.
Then, looking at the huge, empty space filled with dust, with only a few broken metal shelves standing forlornly, he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Where's my gun? Where's my cannon? Where's my tank? Where's my missile?! You old bastard, are you kidding me?!"
The old man's projection appeared behind Russell, still maintaining that otherworldly and dignified appearance, and said calmly, "Tens of thousands of years, do you really think weapons don't need maintenance? Do you really think the temple's status is just something you can fool people with your words?"