Free Web NovelChapter 213: Chapter 206: Buffing Up the Little Junior Sister and Little Junior Brother
Down below, the pupils of every undercover disciple contracted sharply.
With a faint crackle of dislocating bones, Lin Qingfeng’s body bent at an angle far beyond human limits.
He stood on one foot on the high platform, his entire upper body leaning back until his spine was nearly parallel to the ground.
Then, one hand formed a sword finger—index and middle fingers held together—and pointed straight at the undercover disciples from Qingxu Temple. His other arm twisted backward, flat against his back.
His head craned back and to the side, his eyes widened to their absolute limit.
He had struck a clear JoJo pose!
A sonic boom erupted from his mouth, forming a visible ripple that kicked up a wave of dust in front of the stage.
"Now! With me! Praise the Sun—!!!"
In the spectator stands, the crowd roared, a cacophony of different voices erupting all at once.
"Wait, is that the ’Praise the Sun’ pose? Something feels off to me."
"It doesn’t look like it to me either... Isn’t that a fucking JoJo pose?!"
"Who cares! The Guild Leader has spoken, so we just do the pose! Pose however you want, as long as you’ve got the spirit!"
"Praise the Sun—!!!"
"Praise..."
In the next instant, every disciple of the Guixi Sect in the entire arena—aside from the fifteen undercover ones—responded to the call.
However, their poses were far from uniform.
Some raised their arms high, their bodies forming the "Y" of the "Praise the Sun" pose.
Some imitated Lin Qingfeng, twisting their bodies into all sorts of contortions.
Some clenched their right fists and pounded them against their left chests, shouting, "Dedicate your hearts! Dedicate your hearts!"
Two other groups split off to the left and right, one side yelling, "For the Horde!" while the other yelled, "For the Alliance!"
"Orcs will never be slaves!!"
A few even started chanting the guild’s old name: "Nine Streams Sect!"
"For the Nine Streams Sect!"
"For the Nine Streams Sect!"
And in one corner, a few others had bloodshot eyes, and they endlessly repeated:
"Tatakae... Tatakae... Tatakae..."
"The enemy is on the other side of the sea!!!!"
"My King’s Power, ahhhh!!!!"
"I’ve done it! Ahahahahahaha!"
Lin Qingfeng looked down at the crowd of people with their mismatched poses and conflicting slogans, raised a hand, and helplessly facepalmed.
’My god, what are you all doing?’
’Is it too much to ask for a little consistency?!’
’Even the slogan we all shouted together during the Golden Autumn Harvest Festival was better than this!’
’You’ve thrown everything into chaos!’
’And what the hell is this "For the Nine Streams Sect" stuff?’
’Did we even have that slogan when we were the Nine Streams Sect?’
’...Whatever, whatever. I guess adding it in doesn’t really matter!’
A sect ceremony that was supposed to be a review of Daoist techniques had, in a matter of breaths, devolved into a collective spectacle that no one could have predicted.
Lights of various colors began to glow in the hands of many disciples—a sign that Memory Stones were being activated.
They adjusted the angles of their Magical Artifacts, framing themselves with the chaotic scene behind them.
As for the fifteen undercover disciples, their eyes just darted about unconsciously, following the chaos in front of them. Their mouths hung slightly open, but they couldn’t utter a single sound.
Their minds were completely blank!
’What... what the hell kind of demonic sect is this?!’
’Is this really how a sect-wide competition is supposed to go?’
’Qingxu Temple has never held a major competition, but is this really how the demonic path does things?’
Only Su Ling’er, after a brief moment of stunned silence, also raised a hand to her forehead in helpless resignation.
’Sigh... I’m used to it...’
She sighed internally.
’Just get used to it... Just get used to it...’
’Perhaps this is just how demonic Evil Cultivators are supposed to be.’
...
Lin Qingfeng looked down at the fifteen faces, each with a different expression, and his mind began to race with calculations.
’Sigh... they’re all just a bunch of reject extras, but I still have high hopes for Su Ling’er and Wang Xiedi.’
As for that guy named Ye Longtao, Lin Qingfeng glanced at his face, which still hadn’t fully recovered from its swelling.
’I mean, look at you!’
’You’re just an extra, yet you go around stirring up trouble every day. Talk about typecasting, am I right?’
’Besides, what can a mere extra accomplish?’
’It’d be a blessing if he even makes it out of the sect alive.’
’But I’m still a little worried about Wang Xiedi.’
’After all, he’s just a rookie at the sixth layer of Qi Refining. If he really runs into a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator like Ye Longtao, he’d probably be gone in a single move.’
’I have to give him a bit of a "protagonist halo" to boost his luck.’
’Of course, if I’m giving one to Wang Xiedi, I can’t leave out Su Ling’er.’
A brilliant maneuver to pressure the "protagonists" quickly formed in his mind.
He was going to make Su Ling’er and Wang Xiedi experience what it meant to get the "protagonist treatment" in this competition!
And so, without further hesitation, he immediately contacted the two sect leaders who had advertised before in the sect channel.
[Lin Qingfeng]: @Android_Community @Apple_Smartphone, about those blessing videos we talked about last time. I need one of each set. Right now! Immediately! Instantly! Give me the top-tier package! Spirit Stones are not an issue!
A moment later, two specially-made jade slips, inscribed with the blessing videos, landed in Lin Qingfeng’s hands.
Lin Qingfeng cleared his throat and announced to the crowd, "Everyone, before the competition begins, to boost morale, I, your elder brother, have specially invited two renowned sects from the Immortal Realm to send their blessings to our disciples!"
With that said, he flicked a finger, and one of the jade slips transformed into a streak of light, projecting a massive light screen above the martial arts arena.
A young man appeared on the screen.
He was dressed in gray robes and wore a Magical Artifact that looked like a pair of glasses.
It was none other than the Sect Leader of the Apple Sect—Hu Pingguo!
He seemed to be casually strolling past his sect’s gate, but then he stopped dead in his tracks, as if he had just discovered something world-shattering.
He then launched into a heart-wrenching performance, stomping his feet and beating his chest, his fists landing with a loud THUD-THUD-THUD.
He even stomped his feet in anguish, as if regretting that he had only just noticed the "camera."
"Aiya, aiya, aiya, aiya, aiya, aiya, aiya, aiya, aiya! Fellow Daoists of the Guixi Sect! Thank you for your order!"
The Apple Sect Leader, Hu Pingguo, immediately bowed deeply, clasping his fists and saluting the light screen repeatedly.
He stretched his arms out wide, swinging them around in an exaggerated manner before continuing:
"This blessing is for the Guixi Sect’s future Sect Leader candidate, its Holy Daughter, and its junior brother—that’s the future Sect Leader Lin Qingfeng, Fairy Su Ling’er, and fellow Daoist Wang Xiedi!"
"Aiya, aiya, aiya, aiya, ya! Fellow Daoists of the Guixi Sect! How could you place such a huge blessing order for ten thousand Spirit Stones?"
"Aiya, aiya, this is just too much passion, too much clarity! It’s mind-blowing, an absolute epiphany! This sets the bar, it’s the ultimate play!"
