The young man asked, "Does the Heavenly Selection need to report one's background?"
His voice was very flat, without any undulations. It was like water, calm and rippleless water. But if a truly powerful figure were present, they might be able to tell that this was not water, but ice. Only ten-thousand-year-old frost could do this.
The distant spectators were in an uproar. No one had expected this person to react so coldly and unyieldingly.
The Heavenly Selection ceremony was called the Heavenly Selection, but from its rules, one could clearly see that it emphasized self-improvement. Whether it was the protection of the ancestral spirits or self-improvement, there was no need to care about one's identity or background. Since ancient times, none of the Heavenly Selection ceremonies had needed to state this point.
The member of the Council of Elders was momentarily at a loss for words. He angrily said to the young man, "I hope that you can keep your bamboo hat on today."
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The morning light gradually brightened. Although it was deep winter, it still had its own warmth.
The red sun in the distant mountains rose higher and higher. The damp mist shrouding the two shores of the Red River had already dispersed, leaving the scenery clear and beautiful.
The matches on the fighting platforms of White Emperor City were also in full swing, with countless spectacular and dangerous scenes constantly appearing.
In the streets, on the stone walls, by the meadows, in front of the Imperial City, the demi-human populace's crude cheers rang out incessantly, occasionally accompanied by cries of surprise.
Many well-known young demi-human experts defeated their opponents, but there were also many dark horses.
A few characters elected from small tribes deep in the mountains displayed unexpected levels of strength.
The fighting platforms near the Imperial Palace and Heavensguard Pavilion were naturally the center of everyone's attention. They were quieter, their gazes more focused.
As the Heavenly Selection ceremony progressed, the vast majority of gazes fell upon the three fighting platforms.
Three people stood on each of the three fighting platforms.
Xiaode, the Second Prince of the Great Western Continent, and a young man wearing a bamboo hat.
As the strongest expert of the Demi-human race's middle generation and the Empress's nephew, Xiaode and the Second Prince of the Great Western Continent were naturally the focus of attention. But right now, even more gazes, especially those of the important figures on the Imperial City's observation platform, were focused on the young man in the bamboo hat.
The young man in the bamboo hat was far too mysterious.
Up until now, besides the name on the register whose authenticity was unknown, no one actually knew his identity and background. That young man seemed to possess some sort of magical power. None of his opponents had the chance to make a move. Just as they stepped onto the stage, they would mysteriously collapse and fall unconscious.
Up until now, this young man had already won four matches in a row. Whether it was the deacon of the Carp tribe responsible for judging the outcome, the member of the Council of Elders responsible for supervising the matches, or even the great general of the Demi-human Court, Chong Xinghe, who had gone to observe the third match, none of them could tell what technique he was using.
Who was he? Which tribe did he come from?
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While the vast majority of the crowd was focused on the Imperial City and Heavensguard Pavilion, while the few important figures who knew the inside story were looking at the young man in the bamboo hat with complicated emotions, something was also happening on a remote fighting platform. However, it had not attracted the attention of any of the demi-human crowd.
This fighting platform was located in the poor district of White Emperor City, the Pine Paths. It was very remote, but it was also very close to the river. The Jings were happily rolling and celebrating in the Red River. Countless stenches of blood were stirred up from the mud at the bottom of the river and carried to the shore by the wind. It was a nauseating smell, so no expert would be willing to come here.
Early in the morning, the war drums had just begun to sound in the upper city, gradually reaching the Pine Paths. The thin layer of yellow sand covering the stone platform that had been built overnight began to tremble slightly, but other than the Carp tribe's judge, two supervisors, and related officials, no one else could be seen.
Although the Heavenly Selection ceremony was a celebration for the entire world, life still had to go on. The people living at the bottom of the Pine Paths still had to work, or else they would go hungry at night. Compared to going hungry, the matches on the fighting platform were very interesting, but they could only wait.
Before working, they naturally had to first fill their stomachs. Smoke began to rise from all sorts of crude stone stoves. In the somewhat blackened wok of oil that had been used for many days, all sorts of pasta began to swell and then painfully spit out bubbles. The demi-human populace, whose faces had not even been washed, yawned as they lined up.
Xuanyuan Po had not slept much last night, so he had woken up rather early. As a result, he had managed to buy breakfast before the crowd.
There was a faint mist in the courtyard at the end of the alley, coming from the kettle on the stove.
There was also a faint mist behind the paper door of the room, coming from the divinity of the steaming white steamed buns and meat buns in the torn paper bags.
Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi were eating steamed buns.
Xuanyuan Po was eating a meat bun. This bun was not much smaller than his face, and when he took a bite, its fragrance and juices flowed out.
Wuqiong Bi had a nasty complexion as she asked, "Why are you eating buns while we eat steamed buns?"
Xuanyuan Po couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her. He continued to eat the buns, occasionally sucking off the juices that dripped onto his fingers.
Wuqiong Bi's complexion turned even nastier, her voice shrill as she said, "Are you eating just for us to see! Get out! "
Xuanyuan Po continued to ignore her.
After a night of rest, Bie Yanghong felt a little better, but the deathly intent in his eyes had still been driven away.
He looked at Xuanyuan Po and asked, "What are the fillings of this bun?"
"Beef and scallions," Xuanyuan Po mumbled his answer.
Bie Yanghong sighed and said, "It's truly fragrant."
Only then did Xuanyuan Po react. He hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth and then seriously explained, "Teacher, I wasn't trying to be greedy for you, but Principal said that after being injured, one shouldn't eat too oily food. Sir should just drink the porridge in your bowl. It's fine if you don't eat the steamed buns."
The Principal he spoke of was naturally Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng placed great importance on his health, so the people of the Orthodox Academy, including Xuanyuan Po, were naturally deeply affected.
Bie Yanghong chuckled.
Wuqiong Bi viciously said, "Eat your buns and stuff yourself to death!"
Xuanyuan Po ignored her, continuing to explain to Bie Yanghong, "Today, I will have to expend a lot of energy, so I need to eat my fill."
Although Bie Yanghong was heavily injured, his spiritual sense was still sharp. He could clearly hear the war drums outside the courtyard and the chatter on the street. Hearing Xuanyuan Po's words and recalling how he had said last night that he had something to do in the next two days, he vaguely understood. He asked, "You want to participate in the Heavenly Selection ceremony?"
Wuqiong Bi had a solitary personality, but she was extremely experienced. She knew what the Heavenly Selection ceremony meant to the Demi-human race. After a momentary pause, a derisive smile appeared on her face. She jeered at Xuanyuan Po, "A simple-minded bear like you actually dares to have the extravagant hopes of marrying the White Emperor's daughter?"
No matter how good Xuanyuan Po's temper was, he still found it somewhat difficult to restrain himself. He sullenly said, "And what do you know?"
Wuqiong Bi's gaze fell on his clearly withered and powerless right arm. She sneered, "I only know that you are a piece of trash."
Bie Yanghong also noticed the abnormality in Xuanyuan Po's right arm, but his reaction was different from Wuqiong Bi's. With a slightly surprised expression, he asked, "You cultivate the Heavenly Thunder Bringer?"
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