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Let's not talk about us.
Gu shook his head. In this world, everyone has their own aspirations. For people like Jiang Anbo, the Restoration of the Sect was undoubtedly the greatest aspiration of their lives. As for Gu Ming, his greatest wish was whether he could spend a lifetime with that girl next door. But it seemed that Bu Luo and Yan Dong were not too optimistic about it.
The reward for being first in the second round was considered one of the most sought-after prizes. Although the Starry Sect had been preserved, no one expected that when it was exterminated, it would leave behind the only item in the World of Mortals capable of depicting the light. To retrieve it now would likely require a hefty price to pay.
Let’s not talk about them. I believe that with Hong Yulong in the running for first place in the second round, it wouldn’t be a sure thing for us. Not to mention those who were pressing down on Hong Yulong, positioned east of Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, Half-Step to Godhood. Although not everyone would come, even if just one or two showed up, it would still be quite a challenge. The first round's top prize was not something for those Transcendent Practitioners; I doubt even Hong Yulong would dare to rashly intervene. What could we do then?
When soldiers come, we block them; when water comes, we dam it. If things don’t work out after the Sky East Tournament, we might resort to Murder and Treasure Hunting.
If we were to do that, we might lose the trust of a hundred thousand people in Dong Lai. Knowledge can be sought again if lost, but if we lose people's hearts, then it truly becomes a case of a wall collapsing and everyone pushing.
So what can we do?
Jiang Anbo sighed deeply. To them, the two by the bed were silently drinking their sorrows away, much like Zhitong, an unrecognized scholar in the mundane world—full of ambition yet unable to showcase his skills with Fist and Foot; they didn’t even know how much weight their empty bravado carried.
He said to the two, "Yan Dong, is there any grand occasion? Why do I see you both so glum instead of enjoying yourselves?"
At that moment, a figure approached from another table—a Brother Zi swaying with a Beauty Fan in hand. His ostentatious outfit was even more extravagant than Jiang Anbo's, especially with a large Hong Yu ring on his left thumb; he clearly wasn’t someone who kept a low profile.
"Oh? That friend over there," Gu teased lightly. "Is there something worth celebrating?"
He didn’t wait for an answer before leaving Dong Lai with the two as they discussed heroes of Tiandong.
In less than five days, the day of the Fei Tian Dong Jue would arrive. I, a genius among men, was ready to showcase my talents. What could possibly go wrong?
Speaking of showcasing talents, let’s not even mention them; just considering the one hundred and eight High Legs on the Earth Ranking, it was likely that everyone present would be drinking from the same cup.
What of the Earth Ranking and the High Legs? Did Zhu Lan not fall to an unknown cultivator when he first emerged? Recently, there was a Tu Ling who had never been heard of before, suddenly rising to prominence. Who knows if any of those in the ranking are truly deserving? I don’t deny that among them, there might be someone like me. Those High Legs on the Earth Ranking might not all be as impressive as they seem, so what is there to fear?
With a heart full of ambition, I was certain that I would make a name for myself when the time came.
Let’s not even talk about Zhu Lan, who ranked thirty-fourth; whether it’s Tu Ling or Hong Yulong, these cultivators should not feel inferior. There are countless experts in Tian Di Dong, and among Loose Cultivators, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. In my opinion, the Night Emperor's position at third place seems a bit low; he could easily rank first without issue.
What nonsense was I spouting? That girl from the Nangong Family was just a pretty face. Even if she were just a pretty face, could I not point out her flaws?
At that moment, a rough-looking man at the table caught Bu Luo's eye and raised his voice to argue with someone fanning themselves.
How much better was I? Yan Dong stood before him as one of the High Legs on the Earth Ranking; did he dare to exchange blows? Could I?
Even if Hong Yulong showed up, would he dare to smash something with a single strike? What was there to fear?
A bystander watching the commotion shouted in excitement.
Suddenly, Jiang Anbo couldn’t hold back any longer and burst into laughter. Looking at the two overly confident individuals before him, he found that his previously gloomy mood had lifted.
He said I should just stay out of that commotion, hehe.
Whether I was idle or not, for someone like him, living each day was enough; he had to make himself feel good and not create trouble for himself.
It seemed to make some sense.
Jiang Anbo stopped thinking too much and looked at the two cultivators in front of him, who were arguing back and forth without knowing where they came from.
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