111: Chapter 110 Yang Xing, Who Was Never Discussed
There was no hesitation, no scrutiny, not a hint of unnecessary observation.
Standing before her was a man named Yang Hang, 1.8 meters tall, exactly matching the Fate Master who had worn an Ultraman mask that day.
His voice hadn't changed at all, his physique had no differences, and even his name was identical.
Yet, as she looked at this face, she saw only an ordinary man—Yang Yue's brother.
There were no other associations formed because of the name or physique.
Yang Hang did not use invisibility or disguise; he simply utilized the Power of Causality to sever the possibility of anyone establishing a connection between "Yang Hang" and the "Fate Master."
Even with all the evidence laid out before them, their cognition would automatically slide away from the truth.
Yang Hang watched President Lu Xingye turn back to continue chatting with Yang Yue, a smile on his face.
In the time that followed, Yang Yue and President Lu Xingye hit it off like long-lost sisters; their relationship warmed rapidly as they walked around arm-in-arm.
They pointed things out along the way.
"That's number four on the rankings! Zhang Haotian! The one holding the big axe! So burly!"
"That ice-and-snow sister over there is Su Wanqing! Seventh place! So beautiful and cool!"
"Ahhh, Gu Qingyi!! Wind Walker!! I want an autograph!!"
The two ran over; one asked for an autograph, and the other, after gaining permission, took a photo using the Fate Platform, both shouting in unison, "Sister, you're so beautiful."
The twenty-two-year-old Gu Qingyi was flanked by the two girls of the same age. Her expression remained indifferent, but her ear tips turned slightly red. Eventually, she silently signed the autograph and floated away.
Of course, the two of them were also constantly stopped by others.
Yang Yue's surname, "Yang," was too eye-catching among the Top 1000 Tournament participants—arguably the most conspicuous, aside from the other Yang Hang. Many people recognized her and crowded around to greet her and take photos.
There was no need to mention President Lu Xingye—the president of the God-Seeing Society and one of the accounts with the highest daily activity on the Fate Platform. At least thirty percent of those present were her fans.
The two girls were carried along by the crowd, their laughter crisp, like scattered gold dust under the twin suns.
Yang Hang followed behind the entire time, neither too far nor too close, and no one disturbed him.
Nine o'clock sharp.
A deep, resonant horn sounded from the center of the platform.
All noise ceased within three seconds.
One thousand pairs of eyes turned simultaneously toward the podium.
Zheng Yuanshan stepped onto the platform, which rose two meters above the ground. He had a square face, thick eyebrows, and temples full of white hair. He was not wearing a military uniform, but his back was straight as a rod. When he stood there without speaking, he resembled a silent reef.
Yang Hang looked up, his gaze calmly cast toward the old man with greying temples.
At the same time, the Fate Platform's live broadcast channel opened.
The number of online viewers broke one hundred million in one second.
It broke one billion in three seconds.
Half a minute later, the number stabilized, fluctuating around 1.34 billion, covering almost every living Yanhuang Civilization Survivor.
The comment stream refreshed at a rate of hundreds of thousands of messages per second, so dense that even the System experienced a delay of a fraction of a second.
"Holy crap, this platform is huge! Nearly a thousand meters in length and width! How many Houseboats had to be pieced together to build this?"
"The Revival Society truly lives up to its name as a massive organization of over three hundred thousand people. Such a grand display! If it weren't for the Fate Master taking pity on us last night and launching the Karma reinforcement world, I wouldn't even have a decent deck; I'd still be using a Rotten Wood Class fishing net as a clothesline."
"At least you had a fishing net before; I even had to twist my own clothesline out of seaweed. But now I've upgraded my gear; I spent fifteen karma points to reinforce my Houseboat to Bronze Grade, and I feel so incredibly secure."
"Agreed, agreed. I've realized once again how important the Fate Master is to us. But when will I be able to live in a Houseboat with the same grandeur as the Revival Society? I'm still a bit jealous~"
"This is a major event for all of Yanhuang Civilization; broaden your perspective."
"Well said. It's all for the Faction War. Big picture, big picture."
"Agreed +1."
The live broadcast switched between the multiple camera angles arranged by the Revival Society, with the faces of the selected participants flashing across the screen.
When the footage swept over Su Wanqing, the direction of the comment section visibly changed.
"Ahhhh, Ice Goddess!!! She's even more stunning in person than in the videos!!!"
"That detail of frost forming under her feet is so cool; it's a beauty that chills to the bone."
"Su Wanqing, sister, I'm yours! Please, friend ID! Begging you!"
"So what if you add her? Her Ice Crystal Domain will freeze you into an icicle within fifty meters."
"Dying in her ice coffin is also a kind of romance."
The screen shifted again; Gu Qingyi was leaning against a flagpole, her clothes fluttering in the sea breeze. She looked as faint and ethereal as an ink painting.
"Gu Qingyi!! Wind Walker!! The ceiling of the cold and aloof style!!"
"With this temperament, she wins without even saying a word."
Before the comments finished scrolling, the camera cut to the area near the exhibition zone on the east side of the platform.
A figure wearing a brownish-green tactical jacket appeared in the center of the frame.
The brownish-green metal pendant at her collarbone flashed under the twin suns.
The comment stream went instantly insane.
"President Lu Xingye!!! It's President Lu Xingye!!!!!"
"President Lu Xingye, with her nine hundred million fans in the God-Seeing Society, has actually come to the Top 1000 Tournament too!!!"
"That combat outfit is just too good-looking; her figure is amazing. As expected of a design by the Fate Master!"
"I also want the Fate Master to gift me a set, wuwuwu."
"From now on, the Fate Master's aesthetic is my aesthetic!!!"
"President Lu Xingye is the number one beautiful girl! The number one beautiful girl of Yanhuang Civilization! None other!"
The cheering comments were overwhelming, almost burying all other comments.
Just as the fans were frantically spamming the screen, someone noticed another girl beside President Lu Xingye, holding her arm.
A high ponytail, light blue combat suit, and a Silver Grade long halberd on her back.
Her side profile was clean, with a tear mole at the corner of her eye.
When she smiled, her dimples were deep.
"Wait, who is that young lady next to President Lu Xingye? She's so pretty!"
"She looks familiar..."
"I remember now!! It's Yang Yue, ranked 132nd on the list compiled by the God-Seeing Society! Water Control! The one who controls over a dozen water tornadoes!"
"Yes, yes, yes! That's her! I watched that video from last night five times!"
"Oh my god, she's even sweeter in person than in the video! That tear mole is just too killer!"
"Fan! Fan! From now on, Yang Yue is also my goddess!"
"President Lu Xingye and Yang Yue standing together—this scene, my eyes are celebrating the New Year."
The comment stream was still screaming about the two goddesses appearing in the same frame when someone suddenly noticed another detail.
A young man in an ordinary dark grey combat suit was being held by his left arm by Yang Yue, walking slowly behind the two girls.
A stand-up collar, cuffed sleeves, standard belt, and mid-cut combat boots.
His face wasn't ugly, with regular features, but placed in a crowd, he was the type you would absolutely never remember after passing by.
The style of the comment section took a sharp turn.
"Wait a second, who is that guy?"
"Holding our Yang Yue's arm???"
"What's going on? In broad daylight? No sense of propriety?"
"We are still struggling to survive in the Magic Sea, and he's already got a partner?"
"To be honest, this guy isn't ugly... but I don't feel like he's much more handsome than me."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure. The mirror won't lie to me."
"Your mirror probably needs an upgrade."
"Stop messing around! Tell me who this guy is! I just got my fourth goddess, am I going to be heartbroken already!"
"Tch, you have so many goddesses, can you even keep up with the heartbreak? That's not heartbreak; that's jealousy. I can't even be bothered to call you out."
"Shut up!"
Just as these commenters were about to explode from jealousy on the spot, someone dug up information from the list of selected participants released by the Revival Society this morning.
"Found it, found it! List number 3349, verified with the attached photo; it's definitely this guy in the live stream."
"What's his name? What's his talent?"
"Name: Yang Hang. Talent: Little Luck Technique, Gold Tier."
"Gold Tier? A support-type Gold Tier?"
"The talent seems okay, but he probably isn't very good at fighting; his ranking doesn't seem very high."
"Wait—Yang Hang? Yang Yue? Both surnamed Yang?"
The comment section was silent for 0.3 seconds.
Then, everyone collectively realized.
"Brothers! It's her brother! That's her brother!"
"That makes sense! The age gap is six years—one is twenty-four and the other is eighteen. Isn't it normal for a younger sister to hold her older brother's arm!"
"Phew—what a relief, the goddess is still single!"
"I knew it; Yang Yue is so cute, of course she'd be holding her brother's arm!"
"So that guy named Yang Hang is Yang Yue's biological brother? Gold Tier Little Luck Technique, support-type—no wonder they look a bit alike."
"The younger sister is a Water Control Silver Grade powerhouse, and the older brother is a support-type Luck Technique user. The genetic distribution in that family is quite interesting."
"That's good, that's good. A false alarm; let's disperse, let's disperse."
The heat of the comments quickly subsided after confirming he was "her biological brother." The discussion about this young man named Yang Hang ended there.
No one asked a single follow-up question about whether he, also named Yang Hang, was related to any pillar figure of Yanhuang Civilization.
The comment stream continued to scroll down, and the topic was quickly covered by other content.