Chapter 192: Dreams Have Everything

If the appearance of the Eastern Yuan Holy Monarch only sparked cheers and unified shouts like a landslide or tsunami, then the arrival of this envoy from the Fairy Island truly caused an instantaneous frenzy in the crowd.

Compared to the respect, tension, and a hint of fear directed towards the “Iron-Blooded Holy Monarch,” the more than a hundred thousand people seated in the main auditorium, including many well-trained sect guards and even staff, suddenly erupted with enthusiasm as if they had been injected with adrenaline!

“It’s the Fairy Envoy, the envoy from Lingyin Fairy Island!”

“Long live Fairy Island!!!”

“The Fairy Envoy is so beautiful!!!”

“Oh my gosh… this is the first time I’ve ever seen a legendary Lingyin Ethnic in person! Is this the legendary fairy ears that can see thousands of miles away, completely different from ordinary demon beasts? They’re simply so lively!”

Ahem, what fairy ears? They’re just ordinary fox ears! Sure, their hearing might differ a little, but the texture and appearance are quite similar; it’s just that you’ve got colored filters on—young man…

Miss Vilyric, who had various comparative experiences using herself as a template, inwardly scoffed while watching the envoy, who hid her appearance and strutted down toward the main stage dramatically, catching a glimpse of the fleeting frown from a certain holy monarch and understood perfectly.

Indeed, this Eastern Yuan Holy Monarch was somewhat dissatisfied with the superior position of the Fairy Island, or rather, no ambitious ruler would calmly accept interference and direction from a stronger force, even if the form wasn’t too forceful.

Though reasonable, it was not a good omen; I just hope this Shangguan Qiuming can be a bit more rational.

As soon as the Fairy Envoy reached the main stage, the dazzling glow that seemed to highlight her gradually dissipated. The Eastern Yuan Holy Monarch glanced at the sea of people below who were in a frenzy because of the envoy’s arrival, but outwardly he showed no dissatisfaction, only smiled and nodded to the black-haired, veiled girl who looked like she was in her late teens.

As a national holy monarch, this was already a very solemn gesture, usually only displayed in front of the other three holy monarchs.

“The arrival of the Fairy Envoy is indeed a blessing for the people of Qiguo; please say a few words to everyone.”

The noble girl with a face veiled in white silk smiled slightly; their conversation didn’t hide but instead intentionally spread so that everyone could hear.

“Holy Monarch, you’re too polite. Our Lingyin Fairy Island has always maintained a cooperative relationship with the Ancient Spirit Realm’s four countries; there’s no distinction between higher and lower, so how can we talk about arrival?”

With that, she turned to face the excited crowd that had erupted at her appearance, her voice as ethereal as silver bells.

“Everyone! Today marks the thirty-second [Four Saints Selection Tournament] co-hosted by our Lingyin Fairy Island and Dongyuanzhi Kingdom. Throughout history, this grand event has produced one outstanding talent after another, leaving an indelible contribution to the development of the Ancient Spirit Realm.”

“And now, it has been exactly one thousand years since the founding of the Four Saints era. We’ve made an exemption to hold the grand event once again at this time to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, hoping everyone will participate vigorously and demonstrate the exceptional strength of the new generation of Qiguo talents for their homeland, bringing glory and achieving supreme honor. I look forward to your arrival on the Fairy Island!”

“Ohhhhh!!!!!!!!”

Thunderous applause erupted, and cheers shot up to the sky.

Although the motivational words of this Fairy Envoy might seem a bit cliché, and even appeared somewhat perfunctory in the view of a certain priestess, the people, who had grown up hearing legends of the Fairy Island, seemed to eat it up.

Especially the participants donning numbered badges, with young people’ eyes shining brightly, full of fighting spirit, as if they could already envision themselves stepping onto the Fairy Island and conversing intimately with the beautiful Fairy Envoy.

Sigh… don’t they know that among the four countries of the Ancient Spirit Realm, there are only a hundred fixed participants allowed on the island? And when you exclude some special quotas like direct admission, it’s only about twenty from one of the four countries.

This qualification is something to be fought for amidst hundreds of thousands of participants; just thinking about it is utterly brutal.

After the brief opening remarks, the mysterious Fairy Envoy gracefully took her seat in the designated spot beside the Eastern Yuan Holy Monarch, and thus the opening ceremony officially commenced.

Inspecting the troops and performances need not be mentioned; however, what truly captivates the audience are indeed the first round of matches that take place on the first day of the grand event.

Unlike the formal selection, the number of contestants on the first day is very small, and they are all specific candidates pre-selected by the Qiguo officials; compared to competition, this is more like a “performance contest.”

As previously mentioned, each of the four countries in the Ancient Spirit Realm holds a small number of guaranteed spots, which doesn’t mean a direct pass to Lingyin Fairy Island but allows them to advance to the four countries’ finals by skipping domestic selections, accumulating their strength instead; even so, it’s very enviable.

As the saying goes, “It’s not about having little but about inequality.” Such favorable treatment, no matter where it is, easily evokes envy and resentment. Therefore, the Qiguo officials must ensure that the guaranteed participants showcase sufficient strength to quell any potential unrest.

And the performance contest on the first day naturally becomes the best opportunity.

That said, when familiar figures that had just parted appeared one after another from the competition stage under the loud introduction of the host, Miss Vilyric couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised.

She had guessed that these individuals might have significant backgrounds, but she certainly hadn’t expected them to be of such a scale.

“The guaranteed participants are actually them? Could it be that there’s a connection between the Divine Shock Sect and the Holy Sect Alliance…”

Hearing a surprised whisper from Murong Yun beside her, the priestess slightly nodded.

“Yes, the Divine Shock Sect… How could such several outstanding talents and a strong force in the [Same Longevity] stage be casually produced by a minor sect?”

Perhaps due to the limitations of the performance contest itself, not all descendants of the Divine Shock Sect from three generations appeared; only five of the eight took the stage, while Swallow, the pure girl named Xiaoxue, and another male disciple remained backstage.

If the latter two didn’t appear because they specialized in healing techniques like the priestess, that could be understood, but Swallow not taking the stage felt a bit odd.

Throughout the journey, Vilyric had exchanged deep conversations with her several times, and this girl, who once went by Xuan Shu, trusted the priestess very much. She practically shared everything with her, so she knew just how strong this seemingly weak girl was.

Let alone the chief disciple Shangguan Hong, even that Mu Ze of the [Same Longevity] realm could hardly secure a victory against her in a life-and-death struggle. The way of the Mystic Gate seems harmless, but when mastered to the extreme, it could kill invisibly without requiring much support from attributes.

…Perhaps she has her own considerations. I can just ask her when the opportunity arises.

   

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