The word "fate" always carried an illusory flavor.
It was formless and formless.
Legend had it that there was a supreme abhijna that could grasp fate as a thread and affect karma. But in the end, to the masses, there were many times when they could not control themselves and could only resign themselves to fate.
Lin Zhengren did not believe in the word "fate". He only believed in himself.
For example …
If he did not fight hard and risk his life to set up a trap, how could he enter the Yellow Millet Secret Realm?
That was one of the secret realms belonging to Daoism. So many Daoist countries were waiting to be allocated and they fought each other until their heads bled. If the Zhuang State did not obtain victory in the battle of Zhuang Yong and their country's strength did not increase rapidly, they would not have been allocated a slot.
And if Zhu Weiwo did not betray the country, how could he have been allocated a slot?
If it was "fate", it should have been Zhu Weiwo's "fate".
But in the end, it was Lin Zhengren's "share".
Thus, "fate" was something that bullied the weak and feared the strong. It belonged to whoever could obtain it.
This time, State Minister Du Ruhui personally brought him to participate in the Gathering of the Yellow River. This undoubtedly showed the importance that Zhuang Ting placed on this Gathering of the Yellow River.
Emperor Zhuang, who had just obtained victory in the battle of Zhuang Yong, urgently needed to prove the potential of the Zhuang State at the Gathering of the Yellow River. And this potential was worthy of more support from Mount Yujing and more resources from the Jing State.
The Zhuang State did not send anyone to the Outer Pavilion and the unrestricted arena for those under 30 years old.
This was because the Tianjiao State did not have the qualifications to participate. There was no need to try. It was better to hide than to embarrass oneself.
But it was not only the Zhuang State. Most of the small countries were like this.
Compared to the powerful countries in the world, large countries and regional countries, many small countries only had some hope in the Inner Pavilion. Even a regional country like the Yong State was no exception.
This was because the battle power of the Inner Pavilion was greatly affected by the abhijna. And luck played a large role in the acquisition of the abhijna. Sometimes, a powerful abhijna or an extremely compatible abhijna could allow a cultivator to rise instantly.
After reaching the Outer Pavilion, the exploration of "Dao" was a test of the country's foundation. If there was no strong person to guide the way, it would be very difficult to become a talent alone.
Not to mention the unrestricted arena for those under 30 years old. There was no need to enter the arena if one did not achieve the Ascension. And looking at the whole world, how many people could become Gods before the age of 30?
If they didn't have enough resources, they would have to risk their lives. As for the word "fight", it wasn't just a word. Many lives had been lost. Only then could it be called "fight".
It was precisely because of this that the number of participants in the Outer Tower's Unrestricted Arena under the age of 30 was always far less than the number of participants in the Inner Mansion Arena.
Therefore, many people believed that the competition in the Inner Mansion was the fiercest in the Yellow River Meeting.
Whether this conclusion is correct or not is not important. What is important is that for many small countries, it is a very good fig leaf. We have all sent Tianjiao to participate in the fiercest battle of the Yellow River Conference, how can it be said that there is a shortage of manpower?
To Lin Zhengren, this battle would determine his development in the Zhuang Nation for the next ten years.
The more intense, the better.
But then again, it was not enough for him and Du Ruhui to fly in the sky to participate in such a famous event like the Yellow River Gathering …
Lin Zhengren wasn't vain. It was just that most of the time, extravagance spoke volumes about one's strength.
When he was still in Wangjiang City, he didn't care about the Lin Family's property. What he cared about was the National Academy.
As his cultivation level increased and his horizons widened, the Zhuang Nation's National Academy slowly became like this … What he wanted to snatch was Zhu Weiwo's resources.
When he participated in the Golden Millet Mystic Realm, he had seen the Jing Nation's Tianjiao. Only then did he know what a scene was and what a foundation was.
However, the Zhuang Nation was thriving now, and there was no opponent in the same generation. For a long time, the resources were enough for him to use.
He thought again.
Perhaps he should send an honor team to the Riverview Platform. Only then would it match the Zhuang Nation's rising status.
But firstly, Du Ruhui was really too busy. He had waited until today to set off. Before that, he had not slept or rested for many days to deal with the government affairs.
Secondly, there was really no need to send an Inner Mansion Realm cultivator to the Riverview Platform.
Moreover, sending an honor guard to be submissive in front of Jing Guo was better than not sending it at all … …
Thoughts kept spinning in his mind, but he didn't show it on his face at all. He maintained an elegant smile.
Putting everything else aside.
An extremely elegant old man with black hair that fell to his shoulders and a cultured and elegant young man flew side by side in the air. They were neither fast nor slow, and they still had a sense of immortal aura.
They were virtuous and talented, the glory of the Zhuang Nation.
To be able to represent the Zhuang Nation to the Riverview Platform today, he was already the number one genius in the four thousand miles of mountains and rivers.
Lin Zhengren's smile was somewhat sincere.
Suddenly, he heard the cry of cranes.
Lin Zhengren looked back.
Four extremely mystical Cloud Cranes were flying up and down. Behind them, they were pulling an extremely extravagant and huge carriage.
Five-colored gems were used as wheels, and nourishing incense wood was used as chairs.
Jade pillars were embedded, and carved railings were used.
Beads were used as decorations, and feathers of light were used as tassels.
The four cloud cranes cried in unison, and the gorgeous carriage suddenly stopped.
The strong wind that followed blew Lin Zhengren's Daoist bun askew. His charm was greatly lost.
After all, he couldn't be as calm as Du Ruhui, who secretly used his strength to stabilize his body. No matter what, there were some traces of him.
However, he didn't have time to be angry. With his wisdom, of course, he could guess who was coming.
He tried his best to maintain his scholarly elegance and looked over with great elegance.
On the gorgeous carriage, there were two people who looked like immortals.
The man's white robe fluttered in the wind, and his sitting posture was casual. His long hair was not combed properly, and there was an ebony hairpin in it. However, his temperament was out of this world, and he was extremely carefree.
On the right side, on the nourishing incense wood chair, sat a woman with a thin veil covering her face. However, it couldn't cover her clear and bright eyes.
Some beauties, even if it was just a glance, could let you know … the reason why they were beautiful.
However, these two people didn't look at him.
"Prime Minister Du, are you going to the Riverview Platform?" The man in white on the carriage asked.
"At this time, we are heading east. Naturally, there is only one place to go." Du Ruhui smiled gently. "Pavilion Master Ye, is the Yun Nation also participating in the competition this year?"
Ye Lingxiao smiled. "With my Qingyu's talent, if she really wants to participate in the competition, she will be able to! However, the Yun Nation has never been involved in the disputes between other nations. Therefore, they are only here to observe the competition. "
Du Ruhui looked at the woman who sat upright and didn't say anything. He smiled and said, "That is natural."
Ye Lingxiao propped his elbows on his knees. With a handsome smile on his face, he leaned over and said with a very concerned tone, "You are here to participate in a competition without much hope, yet you are personally leading the team. Why? Are you so confident in Han Xu? "
His posture was originally somewhat frivolous, but when he did it, it was actually very natural. Instead, it was pleasing to the eye.
Du Ruhui still returned a smile, but the content of his words was very confident. "After losing the battle with Zhuang Yong, the death of Enlightened Master Han Yin, and the failure to cut off the reefs, it is still a question whether the Yong Nation can continue to maintain its position as a regional power. What does my Zhuang Nation have to fear? "
There was indeed nothing wrong with these words.
Although the Yong Nation had the support of the Mohist Sect, from the current situation, Mohist Sect's support was very limited. Otherwise, how could the reefs be obstructed?
"That's true."
Ye Lingxiao withdrew his whispering posture and sat back down. "The carriage is too small, so I won't invite you to travel together. We will meet again at the Riverview Platform! "
Lin Zhengren looked at it with slight pity.
How was it small … It was obviously so spacious.
However, the carriage was already far away.
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