No matter how talented Lin Xian was, his life and death had no effect on the Xia.
Rong was a small country that was thousands of miles away. The Xia did not need to care about its attitude.
However, his life and death might have a slight impact on the State of Qi.
A living Lin Xian might not be able to cause any trouble for Qi. There had been countless geniuses like him in the history of small countries, but not many of them had been able to influence the situation of a region.
However, with a Tianjiao like Lin Xian, there was at least a possibility that he could cause trouble for Qi.
That was enough.
A possibility was enough for Tan Yi to kill Lin Xian.
The Xia was a big country with thousands of miles of land. To be able to stand out from such a big country and become the Tianjiao, Tan Yi would not be swayed by his emotions.
If Lin Xian was a small country like Tianjiao, he would kill him. However, Lin Xian was different.
Lin Xian's talent meant a lot to Rong Guo.
Tan Yi was different from Rong Guo. He did not pity Lin Xian, but he hated Qi.
Killing Lin Xian was something that Qi wanted to see, so he would not do it.
Even if the Xia worked hard for decades, they would not be able to compete with Qi. However, there were many "possibilities" like Rong Guo. Bit by bit, over time, they might be able to defeat this giant.
A thousand mile dike could collapse because of an ant's nest.
If the Xia in the past could be destroyed, why couldn't Qi?
Tan Yi tilted his head and let the Ghostface Rats go back into his ear. He reached out his hand and collected the broken puppet pieces on the ground.
He did not look at Lin Xian anymore.
He only stood on the martial arts stage and stared deeply at the Qi Kingdom's Heaven's Pride in the spectator stands. Then, he turned around and walked down the stage alone.
Just wait …
He thought.
No matter what, he had already won this round. Although he had no chance of winning, he still had a chance to enter the main competition.
If he could save his trump card, he might be able to create a "surprise" in the main competition.
Even if he could only enter one more round, he would have more say.
In addition to him, Xia Country also had Tianjiao, who was participating in the outer arena and the unrestricted arena for those under 30 years old. Their hopes of winning were not completely extinguished.
In comparison, Lin Xian, who had risked his life to fight for a glimmer of hope for the Rong Kingdom, had failed completely. The entire Rong Kingdom had been hiding for so long, waiting for Tianjiao to amaze the world with a single brilliant feat at the Yellow River Gathering. But in the end, they were stopped at the early stages of the selection.
Although he wasn't dead, it wasn't as good as dying.
On the River-Viewing Platform, Rong Guo was the only Tianjiao, and he had returned without any results. It could not be said that it was not despairing.
However, the nations gathered and fought in Tianjiao.
Anyone who came to the river-viewing platform was a Tianjiao praised by the country.
Who didn't have a story? Who didn't have some persistence?
Who hadn't overcome all obstacles and defeated countless opponents to reach the River-Viewing Platform that was the focus of the world's attention?
Then who would be willing to fail?
It was still just the winner standing and the loser falling down.
Everyone had their reasons for not losing, but there would always be someone who would lose.
How could Lin Xian be the only one who was disappointed in the world?
…
…
Night had fallen, in the pastoral street.
"Rucheng, the selection has already started. Aren't you going to take a look?" Yuwen Duo lifted the curtain and entered, speaking carelessly.
At this time, Zhao Rucheng was sitting in front of a desk, holding a fine brush and carefully drawing on a painting scroll.
The thick bronze mask was placed on the upper left corner of the desk, so his handsome face could be seen clearly under the light.
Hearing this, he only said, "The main competition hasn't started yet. What's there to see?"
Yuwen Duo moved closer to take a look. "Who are the five people in this painting? Why don't you draw their faces?"
"What do you know about the art of painting?" Zhao Rucheng glanced at him and said pointedly, "In this world, there are people who have faces and people who don't."
Yuwen Duo seemed to not understand at all. A naive smile hung on his face and he grumbled amiably, "Look at you. You said you came to see the heroes of the world, but you stay in your tent all day. If you're not painting that people can't understand, then you're cultivating without end! How boring! "
Zhao Rucheng smiled. "Please go back and tell Her Highness that I'm cultivating and have no time."
"What are you talking about? What does it have to do with Her Highness?" Yuwen Duo continued the naive smile tactic. "It's me who wants to see the selection with you!"
Zhao Rucheng didn't even raise his head and said softly, "Go away."
"Okay!" Yuwen Duo, who had just sat down, immediately stood up again. "Yasui, continue to paint. I'll call you when the main competition starts."
This person came and went in a hurry.
Zhao Rucheng didn't seem to be affected at all. His hands kept on painting the details of one of the people's clothes.
It was a simple and clean gown.
He added a patch on it.
While he was sketching, he suddenly stopped and raised his head.
The bronze mask was already on his face.
At this time, there were footsteps coming from afar. A strong female voice sounded outside the door. "Young Master Zhao."
"Come in," Zhao Rucheng greeted.
The "maid" of the Yuwen family walked in.
This was a woman with a waist like a bucket. Her child was as old as Zhao Rucheng. She was good at herding sheep and cutting grass. As for serving people …
Before her, Yuwen Duo had arranged a lively and beautiful maid for Zhao Rucheng. After Helian Yunyun appeared, it was replaced by this one.
Yuwen Duo repeatedly said that it was his own idea. He didn't want Zhao Rucheng to be distracted by Yasui's cultivation … Zhao Rucheng said that he believed it and then beat Yuwen Duo up.
However, Yuwen Duo was indeed a tough man on the grassland. In order to let Yasui focus on cultivation, he refused to change the maid.
This Auntie Niu was settled just like that.
After a long time, Zhao Rucheng got used to it …
Auntie was quite nice. Auntie wouldn't disturb him for no reason.
"Young Master." Auntie Niu walked into the tent and took out a small box half a foot long. "Someone asked me to pass this gift to you."
Zhao Rucheng asked, "Who?"
"I don't know." Auntie Niu shook her head and said, "He said that you'll know when you see it."
Zhao Rucheng looked at the tea table in the tent and ordered, "Put it on the table."
Auntie Niu walked over and put the box on the tea table. Then, she turned around and left.
She worked quickly and never sloppily.
After Auntie Niu walked away, Zhao Rucheng flicked a wisp of finger wind and opened the box.
He was just five steps away, quietly looking at the box on the tea table.
Inside the box …
It was a finger.
A finger that had been twisted and bent in the opposite direction.
Zhao Rucheng was silent for a long time before he walked to the tea table.
Inside the box, there was a piece of paper under the finger.
Zhao Rucheng was silent for a while. Then, he flicked a wisp of finger wind again and rolled up the note and floated it in the air.
Now, the note was facing him head-on.
Zhao Rucheng, who was wearing a bronze mask and had short hair, seemed to be facing the person behind the note.
Through the thin paper, the distant night.
There were three lines of words written in very neat handwriting on the note —
"He's not dead yet."
"I'll wait for you at Yunlai Inn in Feng City, Wo Kingdom."
"Be there or be square."
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