The day of Qing Huan's inauguration as the New Emperor has come, ushering in a new dawn for the Empire. Citizens from all over flocked to the capital, lively and noisy like an unstoppable sea of people. Even though only the ten leading sects would compete in the friendly competition that was the hallmark of the Throne Ceremony, people poured in from various backgrounds, not limited to warriors alone. The presence of traders adds to the crowd, they take advantage of this momentum to gain big profits. Rows and rows of festive stalls line up, offering everything from ordinary drinks to exotic energy potions and weapons created with extraordinary craftsmanship as well as various rare herbs. The atmosphere was as lively as a night market behind the sparkling festival lights. The pillars of the buildings and the halls of the palace were festively decorated, every corner sparkling signaling the beginning of a new era. The Tianyi Pavilion trade group became the venue for the impromptu
"I came to you directly just to find out how strong the opposing party would be in front of my people." Long Chu said. Qing Huan had already guessed and he also prepared Options, but because Long Chu had said the options first, he handed over a Scroll. "Here are the details of the people who will compete and who your opponents will be, don't push yourself too hard. Because this is just a friendly match!" Qing Huan replied. Long Chu received the scroll from Qing Huan's hands with measured movements. He opened the scroll slowly, his eyes sweeping over every name and note on it. His usually calm face was now slightly wrinkled, showing signs of worry that he was trying to hide. “You've done a good job, brother Huan,” said Long Chu, his voice remaining crisp and heavy. He stared at Qing Huan, trying to read more than what her always controlled facial expression was showing. Qing Huan just nodded, her eyes never actually meeting Long Chu. "Just doing what you should. Brother Chu, I ho
Tension rose among the five shadows surrounding Long Chu's hiding area. "Come out now, or your life will be lost before the moon rises," shouted one of them in a voice that echoed through the silence of the night. In desperation, Long Chu quickly picked up a cat that was busy chasing mice, and threw it at them. "Ah, it turns out it's just a cat!" complained someone from the group, breathing a sigh of relief for a moment, calming the tension that had frozen. However, the calm only lasted for a moment. "Let's refocus on the plan!" their leader said, trying to divert attention back to the more crucial mission. Suddenly, a mysterious figure appeared suddenly in their midst, causing a shock. "What are you guys doing here?" asked the figure in a suspicious tone. Taken aback, the chairman stuttered, "Isn't it clear that we are preparing a plan to infiltrate Tianyi Pavilion?"However, realizing the mistake he had made, he quickly turned around, trying to ascertain the identity of the mys
Long Chu moved swiftly across the rooftops of people's houses, along the narrow streets shrouded in the dark shadows of the night.He seemed to be dancing on the roof, his movements were fast and measured, taking advantage of his speed to escape from the pursuit of Gu Mei and Win Xia. Each jump made an almost inaudible sound, as if he were just a moving shadow. Behind him, Gu Mei and Win Xia with tireless persistence tried to catch up with the black hooded figure. The two of them gave each other signals and divided the tasks, one taking the right path and the other the left, trying to seal off any possible escape routes for Long Chu. However, the shrewd Long Chu chose a residence that looked deserted and climbed onto its roof. Carefully, he jumped into the courtyard, then slid into the darkest corner of the residence. Quickly, he suppressed his presence, trying his best to eliminate any trace of energy that Gu Mei and Win Xia could catch. In that dark corner, Long Chu closed his
With a gasp, the Old man realized too late that he was unable to match Gu Mei's speed. In an instant, Gu Mei's shadow flashed like lightning, and with mind-boggling speed, it shot over. The old man tried to dart to the right, hoping to dodge, but his movements were too slow compared to Gu Mei's agile movements. Slash! A loud crashing sound rang out, echoing in the surroundings, as Gu Mei's slash struck the Old Man's chest with full force. The attack not only stopped his movements, but also left a long scratch that started from his chest and reached his face. Blood began to flow, soaking the protective clothing he was wearing and dripping onto the ground. His badly injured skin burned, intense pain assaulting every fiber of his consciousness. His now badly injured face showed scars that were not only physical but also destroyed his pride as a warrior. His originally sharp eyes had now dimmed, filled with confusion and pain. The old man staggered, trying hard to stay standing e
Long Chu entered the inn room with barely audible steps, like a shadow passing gently among the dim moonlight that filtered in through the window. Inside, several people were asleep in their sleep, including Yun Fei Yang who was famous for his whistling sound while sleeping, a melody that was irregular but filled the silence of the night. Calmly, Long Chu sat cross-legged in the darkest corner of the room, his eyes slowly closing. He initiated the Dragon God Cultivation Mode, a very advanced cultivation technique. Natural Energy began to be sucked in slowly, moving like gentle waves flowing into his body. The air around him became subtly vibrating, as if nature itself was welcoming the presence of a new awakening power. However, what Long Chu didn't realize was that the energy he attracted came not only from the universe, but also from the life around him. Dozens of plants outside the inn began to wither, their leaves drying up as if they had lost their life in an instant. Their
When dawn broke, the enthusiasm of the people was clearly visible, radiating from the crowds that snaked around every corner of the restaurants in the capital. Travelers from all over the country flocked to watch the legendary Friendly Match. With the opening soon to be held near noon, that morning was a golden opportunity for them to enjoy delicious dishes. However, there is something unique about Pak An's restaurant, which also functions as accommodation. The atmosphere there felt different; Dry trees and withered small plants create a mystical atmosphere that attracts attention. Not far away, only a hundred meters away, life seemed normal, but an invisible threat that was absorbing life energy was still roaming free. Amidst the commotion of diners enjoying themselves, Yun Fei Yang, with eyes sparkling with anticipation, couldn't wait for the match. "They say the Empire has prepared the best Ten Arenas. I can't wait to stand there!" he exclaimed excitedly. Meanwhile, Long Chu
"Sit back, now!" Long Chu ordered in a firm and authoritative voice. Yun Fei Yang immediately obeyed, but his eyes still burned with a sharp gaze that was like an arrow aiming at Baga. Baga, with shaking fists and an angry gaze, did not dare to move a single step without the Young Master's permission. Annoyed, he could only walk away to order coffee. Since ancient times, coffee has been processed with special magical skills, creating a magical mixture whose seductive aroma from the results lulls every inhaler. “Forgive my subordinate for being too bold,” said the young man as he looked at Long Chu. “You are mistaken,” replied Long Chu with deep calm, sipping the Herbal Tea in his cup gently. He is not a fan of coffee, even though the coffee is served full of motivation and eternal metaphors that swirl in its steam. "Why make small talk with them, I only want you," shouted the young man as he approached Long Chu's table with determination clearly etched on his face. "Hey, our se