The foot of Feng Mountain was bustling with noise.
"Master Zhang, did they start fighting? Did they start fighting or not? "
"Who knows? There wasn't even a bird, let alone a human. I say, someone like the Dragon God wouldn't go up the mountain through this path, right? They stood on the peak after a few leaps and bounds — "
"Do you think this is a fantasy film? No matter how powerful they are, they're still human, and they have to walk properly — I heard they went to the Ghost's Sorrow Peak, and some people are climbing there. Should we go and take a look — "
"The Dragon God is too much. Why didn't he do a live broadcast of such a big battle? If we stay here, they won't even know when the battle is over. Why don't we set up a big screen here in the Grand Canyon for a live broadcast? We can buy tickets to enter, drink beer, eat barbecue, and have a few pretty girls. Heh — he's not economical at all — "
"Do you think this is a challenge tournament? What kind of master is Mr. Dragon God? I heard he's like a god who can kill a big tiger with one punch — "
Beijing. A villa in the suburbs.
Qin Yitian held a cup of tea and stood on the edge of the corridor, looking at the undulating peaks in the distance.
Those peaks belonged to the sphere of influence of Fragrant Mountain and were far away from Feng Mountain. However, she was watching with deep focus, as if the battle of the century that she had been longing for was taking place there.
She wasn't like the other rich young masters, who drove luxury cars with famous wine and beautiful supermodels to protect them. She knew the meaning of this battle, and she also knew what defeat meant. However, this battle was beyond her ability.
Moreover, with that woman by Fang Yan's side, even with Qin Yitian's arrogance, he had to admit that she was more suitable than him.
"My battlefield is not there." Qin Yitian retracted her gaze and said to herself.
"This is an unfair world. Some people are born high above and have everything. Some people struggle their whole lives but end up poor and destitute. Some people enjoy the blessings of multiple lovers, and some people give their hearts but don't get any warm response — "
"I know you're not satisfied. You think you work harder than them, you think you're smarter than them, and you put in more effort than them. But he didn't receive any special treatment from others. It was as if everyone in the world had their eyes on that person. "
"It's like a clown in a circus. You try your best to perform the funniest performance and the most difficult action, but all the audience is attracted to a guy who is acting as a puppet. They gave him flowers, applause, and riches. You, on the other hand, are unknown, doing what you have done countless times. "
"Yes, it's unfair. I feel that the world is too cruel to you. But, unfair things happen every day, and poor people appear every day. Why should I give you such a chance? "
In the Phoenix Orchid Grove in the courtyard stood a man completely shrouded in a black robe.
He stood there motionlessly, as if he had become one with the Phoenix Tree.
However, his eyes were bright. This was the only proof that he was still alive.
"Because I think you're more valuable than them," Qin Yitian said coldly. High and mighty, without any feelings. "So, prove to me the value of your existence."
The man bowed slightly and disappeared from the courtyard.
Mu Ying walked over and stood behind Qin Yitian. He followed her line of sight and looked at the mountain peak in the distance. He asked: "Is he trustworthy?"
"Of course not," Qin Yitian answered without hesitation: "Would you trust a blade?"
"Young Lady, what do you mean?"
"I'm only giving him a chance to prove himself. I don't trust him at all. Trust is a very precious word. I have to give it to the people I care about the most. "
"I understand," Mu Ying nodded.
"Has the battle begun?" Qin Yitian asked.
"Our people have arrived at Feng Mountain, but they haven't found the exact location of the battle between Fang Yan and the Dragon God. This is also their intention. They don't want anyone to disturb them except for the two sides. But, as soon as they have a result, they will send it back immediately. "
Qin Yitian didn't deny it. She handed the teacup to Mu Ying and said: "I'm going to take a bath."
Mu Ying took the teacup and continued to guard the place. He knew that countless people were waiting for the final result.
Huacheng.
Lu Zhaoge finished his work and walked to the courtyard for a few steps to get some fresh air.
That's good. At least I can take a breather now. The Lan Clan of Lan Mountain Valley, the Liu Clan of Willow Tree, and their Chaoyan Technology were all in great danger when the Jiang Clan suddenly launched an attack on them. Any carelessness and they could be destroyed or devoured by them.
Coupled with Li Ya's kidnapping and Du Qing's imprisonment, the ironclad alliance they had painstakingly built in Huacheng was almost dismembered.
Without Huacheng to support Fang Yan, how could they fight against the Jiang Clan in the future?
Fortunately, at the most critical moment, the Qin Clan jumped out and helped them offset the majority of the Jiang Clan's attack and attracted the Jiang Clan's main firepower.
But, the situation still wasn't optimistic.
The Jiang Clan was still the Jiang Clan, and the Qin Clan didn't intend to start a full-scale war with them. It was already difficult for them to protect themselves. To defeat the Jiang Clan, they didn't even know how to start.
But, if Fang Yan won, it would be tough for him.
Lu Chaoge didn't know martial arts, but she was a smart woman. She knew how to judge the situation. She was very clear that the success or failure of this battle would determine the success or failure of Chaoyan Technology, and the existence of the ironclad alliance of Huacheng.
If Fang Yan was defeated or killed in battle, would the Qin Clan still be willing to support them like this?
Would Lan Mountain Valley and Liu Shu, who were fighting together with them, still advance and retreat with them? If Fang Yan was no longer around, how much loyalty would they have left to this side?
The worst case scenario was that, when they realized that the situation wasn't right and smelled blood, they might turn red and counterattack, becoming their biggest enemy.
As an outstanding manager, as Fang Yan's representative in Huacheng, he had to have this sense of crisis.
He could only keep this thought in his heart, in the deepest part of his heart. He couldn't even let his current battle partners know about it. He had to be fully prepared.
Lu Chaoge was very tired.
But, at this moment, she suddenly relaxed.
She felt that it was a little strange. Fang Yan was fighting a decisive battle in Feng Mountain, and his life was hanging by a thread. Shouldn't she be more worried? Shouldn't she be under more pressure?
Soon, she figured out the reason.
She gave up, or rather, temporarily gave up.
Because the decisive factors were all gathered on Fang Yan. Fang Yan bore all the pressure for them.
If Fang Yan won, then they would naturally sound the horn to counterattack and fight to the death with the Jiang Clan. But, if Fang Yan lost, or Fang Yan died, their efforts in Huacheng wouldn't have much meaning.
With just them, they couldn't stop the attack of the Jiang Clan or other forces. This had nothing to do with how hard they worked.
Only now did Lu Chaoge truly realize the importance of Fang Yan's existence to them.
That young man, that delicate and delicate man with thin shoulders, the man who idled around all day and was complained that he didn't do proper work, was actually supporting and protecting them in his own way.
"Fang Yan —" Lu Chaoge looked at the gray sky. Today's weather wasn't very good. There was no moon or stars in the sky. However, the night breeze was cool, so it didn't make people feel depressed.
Lu Chaoge held her stomach and said softly, "You must live."
Swallow Dock.
The teacher was used to sleeping early. If there was nothing else, he would eat dinner at around eight o 'clock every night, boil a bucket of hot water, soak his feet, and then lie in bed to sleep.
Of course, he was also the earliest to get up in the village. When the people of Swallow Dock were still in their sweet dreams, he had already gotten up with a manure basket on his back to pick up feces.
There were many domestic animals in Swallow Dock. The animals wandered around and defecated everywhere. However, the people who came to Swallow Dock would feel that it was especially clean. It was rare to see any animal feces, because they were all picked up by the elders of Swallow Dock, led by the teacher.
The night was gloomy, and the weather was cold. The teacher who lived at the entrance of the village was the first to bear the brunt of the cold. The north wind blew, almost sweeping up the straw mat in his thatched cottage.
The teacher stood in the middle of the courtyard, wearing a fox skin. He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, "It's probably going to snow heavily before the Laba Festival."
He held an enamel jar in his hand, which contained a large amount of tea leaves.
After taking a big gulp of the tea leaves, the teacher looked at the green mountains in the distance and sighed, "This child is still too impatient —"
"But isn't the Water Overflow Realm in line with the heavens? If I had severed my mortal thoughts back then, where would I be now? Since Fang Yan has the confidence to challenge the Dragon God, it means that he is fully prepared — he will soar to the heavens tonight. "
Fang Clan. Fang Clan's ancestral hall.
Fang Huwei, the old master of the Fang Clan, didn't have dinner that night. In the evening, he asked his eldest son-in-law to push him in, then chased his son-in-law away and closed the door of the ancestral hall.
Before this, he had already abstained from meat and wine.
He knelt in front of the plaque of the Fang Clan's ancestors and prayed devoutly.
He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he still hoped that they could protect his grandson.
"Fang Yan will win."
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