Chapter 156 Fried Fish

Chapter 156 Fried Fish

Chapter 156 Fried Fish
Of course, Ash informed the entire Wuwei Martial Arts School of the news that he would accept Li Yu and Li Zhi as his disciples.

The other apprentices were not surprised by this. After all, among all the apprentices, these brother and sister were the youngest and the most special.

However, they were somewhat surprised that even Li Yu was accepted as a disciple.

As for the position of Ash's disciple, none of them coveted it. Firstly, they knew that their talents would not be worthy of the attention of Ash, the "demigod".

The second reason is that they have concerns. They all followed Ash to the imperial capital in order to learn the [Five Flavors Cooking]. After learning the [Five Flavors Cooking], most of them would probably go back to their own families and would not stay in the imperial capital for long, and naturally would not follow Ash.

Although they didn't have any extravagant expectations of becoming Ash's disciples, it didn't prevent them from making friends with the Li Zhi siblings. After all, they were disciples of demigods, and this might be one of the biggest connections they would have in their lives.

In the Nine-Story Hall of the Imperial Palace, Empress Chongming half-closed her eyes and watched the ministers quarreling with each other. This scene would occur every now and then, and she had long been accustomed to it.

The main reason is that she has not given birth to a child yet, which makes these old-fashioned people very unhappy. In their opinion, an extremely excellent bloodline like that of the Empress Chongming must be passed on.

The secondary reason is the position under her buttocks. Demigods are long-lived and immortal for thousands of years, but if an emperor controls the government for a long time, it will inevitably lead to the corruption of the regime and the solidification of classes.

Therefore, the founding emperor of the Chonglong Empire made a decision that future emperors could only enjoy three hundred years on the throne and serve as ministers for one hundred years.

If any emperor in later generations disobeyed his orders, he would not mind walking out of the imperial mausoleum and personally teaching the unfilial descendant a lesson.

Yes, the founding emperor of the Chonglong Empire is still alive. After all, the Chonglong Empire has only been established for more than 1,500 years. For some demigods with a long lifespan, it is just the time for them to pass their youth and enter their prime.

The Empress Chongming had been on the throne for nearly two hundred years, and the day for her abdication was approaching, but who would succeed her became a big problem.

After all, Chongming has no offspring, so he can only find an outstanding member from other branches to succeed him.

So some people begged Chongming to have a child as soon as possible, some wanted to adopt the child to Chongming, and some supported someone to be the crown prince. This caused the court meeting to become a mess.

Chongming looked at the quarreling ministers indifferently, and suddenly said, "Alright, let's discuss this later."

The Nine-Layered Palace suddenly fell silent. After years of constant wrangling, these ministers had already figured out the bottom line of Empress Chongming. They knew that if they angered Empress Chongming again, several of them would probably lose their heads.

"How is the preparation for the Longmen Conference going?" Chongming asked again.

A minister came out and said, "Everything has been arranged. It will be held on October 1st."

"Well, it's a matter involving pillars of society, so we can't be careless." Chongming nodded slightly.

The Longmen Conference is an official event held by the Chonglong Empire. It is a world-class competition held every three years and has a selection nature.

This competition is open only to the new generation and combat professionals who are thirty years old or younger.

The final winner will be given the title of Hidden Dragon and three opportunities to enter the national treasury to select treasures.

"Yes." The minister bowed his head.

"Is there anything else? If not, please adjourn the court." said Empress Chongming.

The ministers said nothing, and Empress Chongming waved her hand and said, "Dismiss the court."

"Congratulations to Your Majesty!"

At the registration site for the Longmen Conference, Ash returned to his original appearance and arrived at the site wearing a mask.

"Name, age."

"Ash, 19 years old."

"Measure your bone age. Yes, you passed." The person in charge of registration handed Ash a numbered badge. "Take this badge and go take the combat power test."

Ash entered the training ground with a sign in hand.

At this time, there were nine five-meter-tall iron puppets moving in the martial arts arena.

As a world-class event, not everyone can participate in the Longmen Conference. Only those with a challenge level of 300 are eligible to participate in the knockout rounds.

The test of this combat capability is to survive for one minute under the siege of these three level 400 puppets.

Ash stood by and waited, while the boys beside him chattered about who had become stronger and who had improved.

Ash had no interest at first. After all, with his strength, he would just come here to bully the kids. However, the more advanced world competitions were either not here or the time had not come yet.

So he had no choice but to come and participate in the competition with great reluctance and complete the achievement of "I am the Champion".

However, when a girl came on stage, Ash's eyes unconsciously turned to her.

It’s not that she is so beautiful, but he is very familiar with the sword intent she exudes.

【Unrivaled Sword Intention】

Ash raised an eyebrow, he didn't expect to meet his teacher's true successor here.

"Since she is here, the Sword Master Jian San should be nearby."

Ash silently watched the girl chop down the fighting puppets with her sword and nodded slightly. She was quite strong, with a challenge level of 500, which was indeed remarkable for a girl in her early twenties.

Judging from previous Longmen Conferences, with her current strength, it should not be a problem for her to enter the top 16, and she may have hope of entering the top 8. As for after that, there is definitely no hope.

After all, she is still seven or eight years behind other "old" contestants.

Others are also discussing her identity.

"Which martial arts school is that female swordsman from? She's so strong! She can kill one person with one sword. She must be at least level 450."

"I think there are more than 500 levels."

"I remember the symbol on the corner of his clothes. It's Fuji Sword Hall!"

Fuji Sword Hall?! The young men looked at each other in bewilderment. After all, they had heard the legend of the Sword God since they were little.

"Coming from that place, no wonder it's so strong!"

"I really want to fight her. I want to know how powerful the rumored unique sword intent is."

"Just you? Come on, it's even a question whether you can make it through the elimination rounds."

Just as the boys were discussing, Ash also came on stage.

Looking at the fist coming at him, Ash simply pinched it with one hand, then waved it, and the three puppets immediately rolled into a ball.

"Passed." The examiner handed a sign to Ash, "It starts on October 1st, don't forget."

"Yeah." Ash took the sign and left, leaving behind a lot of discussion.

Standing on the high wall, Ash silently watched the girl wandering around. Her curious look reminded him of an animal, the roe deer.

Until the sun went down, Ash watched the girl return to a small courtyard.

Ash looked inside and met a pair of eyes.

The sword intent collided in the sight, but neither could do anything to the other.

Ash looked away, a smile on his face, this time the collision was evenly matched.

In the courtyard, the one-armed old man looked in the direction of Ash in confusion, because the sword intent was as vast as the heaven and earth, embracing everything, but he also realized that its foundation was the unique sword intent.

'People from other veins?'

The one-armed old man's thoughts emerged. Many of the disciples taught by his master died or betrayed him, but in the end the inheritance was passed down and spread to all directions.

So he was not surprised that someone else knew the Unrivaled Sword Intention, but who could it be? As far as he knew, no one, whether the traitor or the other lineages, could be compared to him.

"Master, what's wrong?" The girl asked in confusion when she saw the one-armed old man didn't say anything.

"Nothing." The one-armed old man patted the girl's head with his remaining right hand, "Mei, did you meet any strange people when you went out today?"

"Hmm, there are so many." Mei, the young girl, put her finger on her chin and thought, "There are people who pick fights with me for no reason, people who steal my purse, and even old ladies who fall down on purpose."

Looking at the girls being counted one by one, the one-armed old man showed a helpless smile on his face. In order to pursue speed over the years, he had never brought the girl to see the world, so as not to pollute her exquisite sword heart, so her mentality was still no different from that of a young girl.

However, the [Sword of Good and Evil] has been completed, so there is no need to worry about contamination.

"Well, there's also a short guy who secretly looked at me, that's all." Mei put down her hand and said, "The imperial capital is really a big city. It can accommodate so many strange people here."

"You will see more in the future." The one-armed old man looked up at the sky, "In addition to strange things, you will also see heroes and shameless villains. Mei, you must be mentally prepared."

"Yes, Master."

"Let's eat."

"Oh."

On October 1237, of the Black Iron Calendar, the Dragon Gate Conference of the Heavy Dragon Empire was held again, and the younger generation of warriors from all over the world gathered here.

Jiulongtai, a total of 128 platforms are divided, from top to bottom, the numbers are from small to large.

"Salute to Kowloon!" After the ceremony, nine passages around the Kowloon Platform were opened and the contestants filed in.

The emcee was also there to explain the rules.

There are two rules for the competition:

1. The first 64 rings are the winning rings, and those who are still on the ring at the end will advance to the next round.

2. The last 64 rings are the winning rings. Not all champions will advance at the end of the match. Instead, excluding the first 64 champions, the next group will advance based on the number of wins in the battles.

This tests the players' timing and observation of their opponents, and to a large extent prevents capable people from being kicked out of the game at the last minute.

clang!clang!clang!
Nine bells rang in succession and the game began.

On Arena No. 1, some geniuses who were confident they could suppress everything rushed there, but someone was faster than them.

Ash took one step and was already standing on platform number one.

Taking out a rocking chair, Ash lay down on it and closed his eyes in front of everyone's astonished gaze.

The genius who was rushing towards him the fastest did not show any mercy to Ash. He slashed with his sword, and the white sword energy slashed towards Ash fiercely.

Ash was still asleep, he had already entered the dream world. Instead of spending time playing the game, he might as well go into the dream world and find some dream beasts to kill.

As the dark white sword energy rushed into the range of Arena No. 1, it was like hitting an invisible barrier, and instantly vaporized like water meeting red-hot steel.

This made the young man holding the knife who was rushing over pause and narrow his eyes.

This scene also caught the eyes of the spectators, and people were talking about it.

"Hey, who is that masked guy? Why is he so crazy?"

"How would I know? There are always many dark horses emerging in every Longmen Conference. Who could have guessed it?"

"But wait, I guess this guy will be knocked down soon. You can't just pretend to be mysterious and sit back and advance."

The boy with the knife only stopped for a moment, then rushed towards Ash.

Sleeping on the ring, even in the last session, he had never seen anyone so crazy!
Looking at the nearby ring, the boy with the knife began to gather his strength. He wanted to give Ash a ruthless blow.

Secret Technique: [No Wind. Bang!
Just as the boy with the knife approached the ring and stepped forward, he saw a sword connecting heaven and earth.

Then he fell to the ground in full view of everyone.

The audience seats that were originally engaged in a lively discussion suddenly became quiet, and many people who were paying attention to this were stunned.

The young man with the knife was no unknown person. He was one of the sons of the Feng Linglong Han family and ranked 29th in the Longmen Conference three years ago.

After three years of training, he came to participate in this competition with the intention of winning the championship.

But such a champion seed was defeated. He fainted before he even reached the enemy.

No one could see clearly how Ash did it, was it intentional?
The audience discussed it and felt that it was not the case. It was too exaggerated. How could someone be knocked out by just the power of thought? And it took less than a second, unless the difference between the two was so exaggerated that it was like the difference between heaven and earth.

But even the previous champion did not have such an exaggerated gap with the top 36 contestants, so they felt that there should be other means.

But ordinary people don't think so, but the strong people who are paying attention here are silent when they see Ash on the stage. If they guessed correctly, it is a domain.

This young man is already a master-level expert, standing on the same level as them.

Monster, eccentric, possessing someone else's body?
The strong men were full of thoughts. They couldn't believe that a boy who was not even thirty years old had caught up with them. Even the Empress Chongming didn't exaggerate like that.

They believed that it was an old monster who had taken over another's body and was reborn to practice again. This kind of thing had happened before.

But whether they believed it or not, Ash was still safely on the No. 1 ring, with two more unconscious people around him.

They all didn't believe in it, and then they slept with Ash.

Looking at this weird scene, the young geniuses who originally wanted to challenge immediately backed off. Three strong contestants from the previous session had been defeated inexplicably, let alone them.

Forget it, I'll ask my elders for advice later and get the spot first, otherwise I won't even be able to get into the finals and it will be such a huge loss of face.

Thinking of this, many people rushed towards the nearest arena.

The number of people around Ash increased and decreased. The increase was because there were still people who did not believe in evil and had confidence in themselves coming to challenge him, and the decrease was because the people who fainted either woke up on their own or were dragged away and woken up by their friends.

After all, the game is a race against time, and if you don’t fight for victory, you will most likely be eliminated.

After many unbelieving people experimented with it, halfway through the competition, no one went to Ring No. 1 anymore.

But at the end, some people still thought they had enough wins and decided to challenge Ash.

Seeing someone moving towards the No. 1 ring, many people became excited.

"Who is this? Why haven't I seen him before?" Someone was puzzled. He had no impression of this contestant.

"Well, let me think about it, it should be from a foreign country." said the companion next to him.

The man said angrily: "Bullshit, the guy with brown hair and blue eyes, do you think I can't tell he is from a foreign country?"

"There are so many foreigners coming here every year, how would I know?" complained the companion.

"His name is Lange Gawain, a knight from the British Empire." said the person next to him.

The others looked at him: "Do you know him?"

"Of course I know him. My family and theirs have business relations." The person who spoke said, "He is quite powerful. He is a seed knight known as the Knights of the Round Table."

The British Empire was also a relatively powerful empire, with its signature warriors being the twelve Knights of the Round Table. If other knights were mentioned, the residents of the Heavy Dragon Empire might not be aware of how powerful they were.

But you will understand it as soon as you mention the Knights of the Round Table, because it represents Kowloon.

It turns out that Langge is a person similar to the Dragon Son of the Kowloon Family, both of whom have the potential to become demigods.

Langge came to the No. 1 ring and began to buff himself. With each layer of buff added, there was an extra layer of light on his body.

In the end he was like a human light bulb, shining brightly.

He took a step forward and the lightbulb went off.

No one was surprised to see Lange fainting. Even Longzi had fallen for him, so what could a foreigner do?

But they were still amazed at how powerful and weird Ash was, as others couldn't even take a step into the ring.

clang!clang!clang!
Nine bells rang in succession, and the contestants who were fighting had to stop because the competition time was up.

Next is the time for the last sixty-four players to qualify, but most people’s eyes are not on the ranking, but on the figure slowly standing up on the No. 1 stage.

Ash put away the chair and disappeared in an instant.

space?

Many people who were watching secretly frowned, because they didn't notice how Ash left.

As the rankings for the finals were announced, people realized that the first one was named Ash.

They discussed where Ash came from. His name sounded like a foreigner, but there were people with the last name Ash, and the clothes Ash wore were very much in the style of the Heavy Dragon Empire.

On the other side, Ash, who had turned back into the owner of Wuwei Pavilion, received the incomprehensible looks from his two disciples.

"No, Master, you are so strong already, why do you still want to participate in the Longmen Conference?" Li Zhi felt incredible. After all, Ash could compete with demigods, so which young generation could beat Ash?

Li Yu also nodded, agreeing with Li Zhi's words.

"Why can't I participate?" Ash looked at his disciple in confusion.

"How old are you? Why are you still messing around with the younger generation?" Li Zhi said helplessly.

"I'm nineteen years old." Ash said in a matter-of-fact tone. Although he was already in his early thirties in his previous life, he was indeed only nineteen years old in this life. In fact, he is not even nineteen years old and has not even celebrated his birthday this year.

"How much?" Li Zhi and Li Yu felt that they had heard wrongly.

"Nineteen years old." Ash confirmed.

"Master, could you please stop teasing me? Who has your strength at the age of 19? Even gods are not that exaggerated when they are young." Li Zhi still didn't believe it.

Yaxiu laughed angrily: "Believe it or not, if you don't believe it, then shake the pot ten thousand times, and don't let even a grain of sand come out. If you do, shake it out, I'll do it ten thousand more times."

"Believe it, believe it, I believe it!" Li Zhi immediately nodded.

Flip the pot ten thousand times? It would be better to kill him. It would be difficult for him to flip it a thousand times. The pot that Ash gave him was not an ordinary pot, but a magic pot weighing hundreds of pounds.

Once it is used, even your fighting spirit cannot be used, and it is so torturous when it is shaken.

(End of this chapter)