30: Chapter 30 City-Level Competition Site

In the past, whether it was magic power, true qi, or chakra, Changyou had its own ways of overcoming them.

It seemed naturally extremely sensitive to the microscopic application of energy,

which was also why it possessed powerful water-control abilities right after birth,

even managing to pull off something as absurd as condensing raindrops into solid water clubs.

Under Changyou's golden pupils, those so-called magic power, true qi, and the like

were no different from spirituality; they were all composed of tiny spiritual particles.

It was just that the arrangement of the particles differed,

causing the resulting forms of energy to vary as well.

With a little flexibility, they could be quickly mastered.

But the Water Element Summoning Technique encountered by Changyou was not so simple.

This thing required using one's own spirituality to connect with a place called the Elemental Realm.

But the problem was that it could not find that damn Elemental Realm.

This left Changyou extremely frustrated; it tried dispersing its own spirituality many times, but to no avail.

Finally, just today, after happily moving into its new home, it discovered

that this river water could actually react to the Water Element Summoning Technique!!

Changyou immediately performed a summoning,

but after multiple attempts, it found that it could only summon some misshapen, unconscious water balls.

Changyou guessed that this river probably shared some commonalities with the Elemental Realm,

such as both possessing the basic conditions for nurturing the birth of a Water Element.

However, it was still a newly born body of water, so it was not enough to nurture mature elemental creatures.

But it certainly didn't want to foolishly wait for this body of water to mature, so it pondered for a long time.

When thinking of the two conditions of being conscious and having combat power,

Changyou suddenly realized there were ready-made ones right inside the domain!

The Water Ghost was too weak and the underworld soldiers were too stupid; the only ones usable were those seven Battle-Hardened Underworld Soldiers.

Their souls were intact, yet their physical bodies were frail, making them the best experimental subjects.

A body of Water Element, coupled with some minor optimizations made by itself during summoning,

would definitely result in a physique far surpassing their current rotting flesh and skeleton frames,

while also increasing its master's combat power—beneficial in a hundred ways without a single harm.

It had just happened to learn the Summoning Technique, allowing it to communicate with these few Battle-Hardened Underworld Soldiers.

Coupled with the Soul-Binding Technique, arranging the souls would not be a problem either.

Thus, Changyou went full of confidence to lobby those Battle-Hardened Underworld Soldiers,

but those Battle-Hardened Underworld Soldiers replied that these were their remnant bodies left behind when they followed King Xiang back then,

and they needed to keep them to rescue King Xiang. This truly left Changyou speechless.

King Xiang would probably find you guys stinky looking like this ghost of a state!

Since verbal persuasion failed, Changyou had no choice but to resort to physical persuasion.

Thus occurred the scene that Sun Po witnessed.

...

If it were from someone else, Sun Po might have thought this was sleep-talking.

But coming from Changyou, whose knowledge had a blind spot here, everything suddenly seemed reasonable.

After all, you even upgraded my mortal eyes to perceive spiritual microscopic particles, what else could I say?

There was no profile information when you were born introducing that pair of golden pupils as having microscope functions either!

But complaints aside, Sun Po was naturally happy about Changyou becoming powerful.

The municipal competition was taking place tomorrow, after all.

Sun Po had already felt his nerves stretched to the limit over the past few days and needed a rest.

Any help he wanted to give Changyou within the domain would have to wait until after the municipal competition.

...

The next day, Gaoping Municipal Stadium.

Sun Po languidly held up the sign for No. 2 High School.

Following behind him were Liu Jianren and that Card Maker who used a giant frog—let's just call him "Brother Frog".

Sun Po's school arrived the earliest today, and as first place, he still had to hold the school's sign.

Sun Po somewhat regretted winning against Liu Jianren in the internal school qualifiers...

The entire venue was about 120,000 square kilometers, and the lawn was very spacious.

However, the seating area was packed with a sea of people, extremely bustling and noisy.

Parents, friends, teachers, media reporters, self-media bloggers, security personnel—all sorts of people were present.

"Son! Come on! No matter what, you are Mom's pride!"

Yep, the classic pride segment.

"Distinguished viewers, where I am right now is the site of the municipal competition for the Gaoping City division of the national Gaokao..."

Just another corporate workhorse, appraisal complete.

"How many of the three slots do you think No. 1 High School can take this year?"

"They'll definitely take all of them. For years, hasn't it always been like this?"

"You don't understand this. I have insider information: No. 2 High School produced a purple card this year!"

They were still discussing the slots, but as they talked, how did the discussion end up on him?

Sun Po pricked up his ears and listened.

"Whoa! That fierce? Aren't those over at No. 2 High School just minor families? They can produce this kind of talent too?"

"Minor families? Commoners!

But this guy's character isn't very good; he's quite arrogant and rather domineering."

"What's wrong with that? If I had a purple card in my third year of high school, I'd be even more arrogant than him!"

Bad character? Arrogant and domineering?

Sun Po sighed. Whatever,

Qian Hu and the dean of students were indeed beaten up pretty badly.

As for his reputation being ruined, Sun Po didn't care at all.

His gaze had never been set on a mere municipal competition.

When he broke into the national competition and won the championship, naturally great scholars would defend his case.

...

Meanwhile, inside a glittering, luxuriously decorated transparent private box at the very top of the stadium,

this was a viewing location that only the three major aristocratic families of Gaoping City could enjoy, and it was usually not open to the public.

At this moment, three chairs stood separately inside the box.

On the chair to the left, a plump, middle-aged beautiful woman wearing a luxurious cheongsam and wrapped in a snow-white scarf

sat on the soft seat, looking down at the stadium below, and gently spat a grape seed from her mouth.

Beneath her, a naked young male wearing a collar and being held by a leash hurriedly leaped up to catch it.

After barking twice, he continued to grovel at the beautiful woman's feet with eyes full of affection.

...

On the chair to the right, however, was a sturdy man with a leopard's head and tiger's eyes. He slanted a glance and snorted coldly,

"Sooner or later, I'll refine you, this vixen, into my master's ghostly minion. By then, humph~"

The beautiful woman put on a frightened expression, gently patting her full chest,

and said softly to the middle-aged man in the middle who was holding a long sword and resting his eyes:

"Head of the Xu Family, just listen to him. This tiger wants to refine this concubine into a cauldron.

This concubine is scared and needs your long sword to protect me."

The middle-aged man's full head of silver hair fluttered without wind, yet at this moment, wisps of bone-chilling coldness emanated from all around his body.

"Clang!!"

A cold flash cut through the private box, and the head of the young male beneath the beautiful woman flew up in response to the sound.

It rolled aside with gurgling sounds, its eyes still brimming with complete affection even unto death.

The silver-haired middle-aged man maintained his previous posture, not moving a single fraction of an inch.

The leopard-headed, tiger-eyed sturdy man on the right suddenly had his eyes light up, and with a wide grin, he laughed:

"Head of the Xu Family, what fine swordsmanship~"

The cheongsam-clad beautiful woman on the left wiped the blood droplets splashed onto her face with her index finger,

and then inserted the bloody index finger into her mouth, gently licking it.

Her eyes stared straight at the silver-haired middle-aged man, her gaze burning:

"If the Head of the Xu Family wanted to kill a dog, he only needed to say a word to this concubine; why soil a precious sword?"

The man's words came as if from a cold wind:

"This person was also a genius of Gaoping back then.

Even if born a commoner, he should not have been humiliated and insulted like this."

The cheongsam-clad beautiful woman did not reply, her face still brimming with smiles, showing neither joy nor anger.

Instead, she cast her gaze toward the center of the stadium.

...

At this time, the top three students from the four high schools had all gathered.

No. 1 High School, privately referred to by people as the "descendants' exclusive school", did not seem quite as haughty.

Aside from the leading silver-haired girl holding a sword who wore a stinky, cold face,

the other boy and girl looked quite normal.

But that silver-haired girl seemed to sense Sun Po's gaze and looked over toward No. 2 High School's team.

Meeting Sun Po's gaze, the silver-haired girl's pupils grew even colder.