Chapter 73: The Disappointed of the World

f Bi Qiong to send a message to Qi Guo. She didn't necessarily think that Jiang Wang could defeat Hai Zong Ming, but for Qi Guo, dealing with one Hai Zong Ming was as easy as turning their hand over.U...No matter how talented Lin Xian was, his life and death had no impact on the Xia Kingdom.

A tiny vassal state, far away across thousands of miles, Xia Guo has no need to care about its attitude.

But his life and death, might have a little bit of influence on the whole country.

A living Lin Xian may not necessarily pose a real threat to the country. Like him, many small-country prodigies have appeared throughout history, and few have been able to sway the power dynamics of a region.

Then, with a prodigy like Lin Xian in their ranks, the Rong Nation at least has the potential to cause trouble for the Qi Nation.

That's enough.

One possibility is enough to make compassion choke back the urge to kill.

In the Xia Kingdom, which was also a vast country spanning thousands of miles, being able to stand out and become the nation's pride is no easy feat. It is natural that someone in such a position would not be swayed by momentary emotions.

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If he were facing a genius from another small country, he would have killed them without hesitation. But Lin Xian is different.

The talent Lin Xian demonstrated was of extraordinary significance to Rong Guo.

He had no pity for Rong Guo or Lin Xian, but he hated Qi State deeply.

If killing Lin Xian would please the people of Qi, he would never do it.

Today's summer country, even if it endures hardship and waits for an opportunity for decades, it is indeed unable to compete with the state of Qi. But if there are more "possibilities" like Rongguo, gnawing away little by little over the years, it might not be able to bring down this behemoth.

This is a test.

A great wall can be destroyed by a single hole.

If the former State of Yang could be destroyed, why couldn't the State of Qi also be brought down

He tilted his head, letting the shadow bat burrow back into his ear. He reached out and gathered the scattered puppet pieces off the floor.

He did not look back at Lin Xian.

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He just stood on the martial arts stage, staring deeply at Qi Guotiao for a moment, then turned and walked down the high platform alone.

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Just wait...

He thought.

Whatever you say, he has won this round. Although there is no possibility of winning the championship, there is still a chance to make it into the main competition.

If the last resort can be kept, it may not be impossible to create a "surprise" in the main competition.

Even just one more round can give you more voice.

And besides him, there were also prodigies from Xia Guo participating in the Outer Courtyard and the Under Thirty Unrestricted Arena. The hope of winning the championship was not completely extinguished.

In contrast, Lin Xian, who fought desperately in that battle to carve out a glimmer of hope for Rong Guo, was a complete failure. The genius who had been hidden within Rong Guo for so long, waiting for the Huang He Gathering to make a stunning debut, ultimately stopped at the preliminary selection stage.

Though one may not be dead, it doesn't necessarily mean that being dead is worse.

On the Guanhe Terrace, Rong Guo was the only one among the prodigies who left empty-handed. It's hard not to feel despair.

However, nations gathered, and proud talents clashed.

Anyone who comes to this riverbank, no matter who they are, is a prodigy celebrated throughout the nation.

Who doesn't have a story, who doesn't have some convictions

Who hasn't fought their way through thorns and brambles, overcoming countless opponents, to reach this stage under the gaze of all eyes

Then who is willing to fail

> It's only the winners who stand, and the losers who fall.

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Everyone has a reason not to lose, but someone always has to.

Is there anyone in the world who feels disappointed, besides Lin Xian

Night has fallen, the streets of Muji are quiet.

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"Ru Cheng, the selection has already begun. Don't you want to take a look" Yu Wen Duo flung open the curtain and strode in, saying carelessly.

At that time, Zhao Ruocheng was sitting at his desk, holding a fine-tipped brush, carefully sketching on the scroll.

The thick bronze mask was placed in the upper left corner of the desk, so his handsome features were on full display under the light.

Upon hearing this, he said, "The real competition hasn't started yet. What's there to see"

Yuwendu leaned in and took a closer look: "What are these five people in the painting, why aren't their faces drawn"

“You don't understand the art of painting, do you” Zhao Ruocheng glanced at him, implying something with his words: “In this world, some people have faces, and some people don't.”

Yuwenda seemed to misunderstand completely, a guileless smile on his face as he chided, “You said you were here to meet heroes from all over the world, yet you spend your days holed up in your tent. Either you’re painting incomprehensible pictures or working on some endless project! How dreary!”

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Zhao Rucheng smiled and said, "You may go back. Tell the princess that I am in retreat and have no time."

"What does that have to do with a princess" Yuwen Duo continued his goofy smile tactic. "I just wanted to watch the competition with you!"

Zhao Rucheng didn't even raise his head, lightly spitting out a word: "Get lost."

"Okay!" Just as Yuwen Duo had settled down halfway, he stood up again: "Yei Gai, you continue drawing. I'll call you when the real competition begins."

This person came and went in a whirlwind.

Zhao Ruocheng seemed completely unaffected, his hands moving steadily as he sketched the details of one character's clothing.

It was a simple and clean long shirt.

He added a patch on top of it.

He was just sketching, then suddenly stopped, and looked up.

That bronze mask is already covering his face.

It was then that the sound of footsteps, growing louder as they approached, reached them. A deep female voice rang out from outside the door: "Master Zhao."

"Come in." Zhao Ruocheng beckoned.

A maidservant from the Yuwen family walked in.

Here is a woman with a waist like a water bucket. Her children are all as grown up as Zhao Ru Cheng. She's skilled at herding sheep and tending grass, and serving people...

Before her, Yuwen Tuo had arranged for Zhao Ruocheng a lively and beautiful maidservant. After Helan Yunyun appeared, she replaced the previous one.

Yuwen Tuo repeatedly insisted that it was his own idea and didn't want Ru Cheng to be distracted by practicing the Dragondance. Zhao Ru Cheng expressed his belief, then beat Yuwen Tuo up.

But Yuwen Tuo was indeed a tough man from the grasslands. In order to let Ye Cai focus on his cultivation, he refused to be replaced no matter what.

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The aunt is fine, she won't be in trouble and won't bother him if nothing happens.

“Young Master,” Niushun walked into the tent, holding out a small box about half a foot long. “Someone asked me to deliver this gift to you.”

Zhao Ruocheng asked, "Who"

"I don't know." Auntie Niu shook her head. "He said you'd understand once you saw it."

Zhao Ruocheng looked at the tea table in the tent and ordered, "Put it on the table."

The ox-wife walked over, placed the box on the tea table, and then turned to leave.

She works efficiently and never procrastinates.

Only after the ox-wife had walked far away did Zhao RuCheng play a finger wind, opening the box with it.

He stood five paces away, watching silently at the box on the tea table.

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In the box...

It is a finger.

A finger, broken and twisted in reverse.

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Zhao Rucheng remained silent for a long time before walking up to the tea table.

Inside the box, under that finger, there was also a piece of paper.

Zhao Ru Cheng fell silent once more, then plucked out another wisp of wind with his finger, rolling up the note and letting it drift in mid-air.

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Now, the piece of paper was directly facing him.

With a bronze demon mask and cropped hair, Zhao Ruocheng, seemed to be facing the person behind this note.

Through the thin paper, a distant night.

This piece of paper, with very neat handwriting, had three lines written on it —

"The person hasn't died."

"Welcome to the prosperous city of Wo, where Yunlai Inn awaits your arrival."

See you later.

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