Gao Wu Da Qin: You don't want your secret to be known, do you?

Chapter 67 The bullet fired three hundred years ago has struck me squarely between the eyebrows today.

"Wow! This is so lively!"

"It's a completely different atmosphere from arts and science exams!"

"Did I go to the wrong exam room?!"

Pushing open the examination hall door, Qin Feng was plunged into deep self-doubt. 🍭💘 ❻9ѕнⓊ᙭.𝐜ᵒм 🐒🍩

Simply put, it's too spectacular.

Look out through the one-way mirror behind the candidates.

Before my eyes, a magnificent three-story suspended super stadium, capable of holding millions of people, was packed to capacity.

To cope with the large number of customers, more than a dozen super-floating projectors were added to the top of the examination room to ensure that the image could be broadcast to every corner of the venue in the first instance.

Inside the arena, the Great Qin's Black Bird King Banner fluttered in the wind, the character "Qin" shining brightly!

Above the outer ring, beams of light flashed wildly, displaying the names of various conglomerates and tycoons. At a glance, one could see the transformation of Qi into three pure forms, mechanical ascension, and cyber mechs.

Cameras were positioned in various corners of the competition area, with countless high-definition cameras locked onto the final stage. At this moment, even the slightest change in the contestants' expressions would be captured in close-up shots.

This shows that the Qin people's enthusiasm for martial arts was not just empty talk; the Qin people were truly warlike!

Moreover, compared to the superiority of humanities and the professionalism of science, martial arts has almost no viewing threshold. From the lowest-ranking street vendors to the supreme kings, everyone can understand it and distinguish who is powerful and who is not.

With such a large social base and almost no viewing barriers, the martial arts examination has become an annual grand event.

This year's spectacular event is a once-in-a-century event; if you miss it, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. As a result, the number of players who lose in this competition has increased more than a hundredfold compared to previous years!

It could even be said that without the Jinghong Competition, the Qin government's civil service examination would be a money-losing business. But with the Jinghong Competition's support, the civil service examination instantly became a money-making business, and a huge one at that! Just look at the endless stream of names on the mobile app, and all sorts of other peripheral items, and you can see that Ying Zheng was absolutely ecstatic in this Jinghong Competition!

Countless spectators erupted in cheers and screams, warming up for the match. Flags of various supporters fluttered in the air, creating a vibrant scene.

【Immortal Haoran】, the strongest among royalty!

First came the Sage, then came Heaven; Confucianism and Legalism preceded Taoism!

"One begets two, two begets three, three begets all things." Taoism does not speak of this; it calls it non-action!

There are three million sword immortals in the heavens, but they must all bow their heads before me! [The Drunken Sword Immortal] is invincible!

In this world of demon slaying, I alone am the [Sword Immortal of Wine]!

Saints and sages are all lonely, only drinkers leave their mark. The Eight Beauties of Jinghe wish the number one leader, [Drunken Sword Immortal], great success!

One drink can quench the thirst of mountains and rivers, another can swallow the sun and moon, a thousand cups cannot make me drunk, only I, the [Drunken Sword Immortal], wish the top spot on the leaderboard, the [Drunken Sword Immortal], the best of luck!

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Looking at the countless banners and listening to the roaring shouts, Qin Feng couldn't find a single one that was his!

The contrast is just too stark!

Although I am not a nobleman from Xianyang, could you at least have taken my feelings into consideration and arranged for one or two posters to be displayed? That would have been a way to help the poor candidates. But you didn't do a single one!

And look at all those banners for "Drunken Sword Immortal"! There are so many! He alone has more banners than all the others combined!

[The Drunken Sword Immortal] I've seen that guy before. He's just a guy who loves drinking to death and disappeared after going to brothels. How come he's so popular!

Is it that these days, the popular persona is that of a playboy who is addicted to alcohol and womanizes women?

Good morning, Brother Qin!

Qin Feng turned around and saw that Meng Yi, the "God of War," had already arrived. (The performance was scheduled for that day.)

Compared to last time, Meng Yi's attire today was truly flamboyant, with his armor gleaming in gold and three flags hanging on his back, giving him the appearance of a heavily armed general as he walked.

Qin Feng hesitated, looking at Meng Yi. Before Qin Feng could even ask about the old general on the stage, Meng Yi spoke first, "Aren't you going to dress up a bit?"

Qin Feng said, "Dress up? What dress up? Didn't the Martial Arts Alliance only provide us with three sets of clothes?"

"No!" Meng Yi pointed to the surging crowd outside the venue, "This once-in-a-century grand event is a great opportunity to promote myself. Billions of people are watching, and I'll be walking the red carpet live. I have to dress up a bit!"

Qin Feng hesitated and asked, "Walk of Fame?"

Meng Yi pointed to an empty space not far from the stage, "When it opens, there will be a starlit avenue leading up here. We'll all be walking up there! How can you manage in such an ordinary outfit?"

Qin Feng said, "There's no need for that. No matter how handsome you look, if you're not strong enough, you'll still get beaten up later!"

Meng Yi said, "It's different! As long as your appearance is good enough, it's not impossible for third place to surpass second place! After all, at our stage, the difference in strength isn't that huge; often, appearance trumps ability!"

Qin Feng shook his head. "I'm not prepared. I'm not going to do any of those fancy things!"

Meng Yi straightened his armor. At this moment, more and more amazing experts arrived from the back row. These guys were all dressed in flashy clothes. Those who knew them knew they were going to participate in a competition, but those who didn't would think it was a mass wedding!

Fortunately, besides myself, there was another person in the crowd who wasn't dressed up; none other than [a saint].

[Yi Sheng] still had the same lazy demeanor as before, wearing a white robe and a mask, which made Qin Feng feel somewhat favorably towards him.

[One Saint] also noticed Qin Feng and said with a smile, "A disciple of the Strategists, truly outstanding, not bad!"

Qin Feng chuckled and said, "It's alright. It's quite surprising that someone who's ranked first on the Amazing Beauty List doesn't bother to dress up."

[Yi Sheng] said with a look full of vicissitudes, "I am past the age of flaunting myself in public. If I were your age, I would definitely dress up even more flamboyantly than them."

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng thought to himself, "That's not wrong. You've lived for over a thousand years; you should be able to see through the flashy tricks of these young people."

Actually, if Qin Feng wanted to be flashy, it would be very simple. He could just activate the Golden Armor mode of his mecha and instantly kill a bunch of amazing masters. However, this look is the one Qin Feng is preparing for after he wins, not the one he is now.

There are no competitions now, and a bunch of people with flashy outfits are going out to pose. Are they worried about getting beaten up and not being able to lift their heads, so they're preparing their looks in advance?

[One Saint] added, "I'll be sixteen next year!"

Qin Feng was taken aback. "Sixteen? How come you're getting younger and younger?"

[One Saint] laughed, "People's constitutions are different. I will get younger and younger, while you can only get older." (Book 69, New)

Qin Feng looked at [One Saint] with great interest, "So, in sixteen years, you'll become a baby in swaddling clothes?"

"What are you thinking about!" [Immortal Haoran] walked over. "His minimum age is six years old. He will reach that minimum age in ten years, then he will hit rock bottom, bounce back up, reach his peak, and then shrink again!"

Qin Feng was stunned. Such a thing? What did Confucius do to you?! Are you immortal?

[One Saint] looked at Qin Feng and said, "So, if you want to fight me, go all out. Otherwise, we might not be able to fight again for another thousand years."

Qin Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely beat you to death today!"

[One Saint] said happily, "You kept your word! If you don't kill me, I'll look down on you!"

Just then, a voice came from the loudspeaker: "The highly anticipated Martial Arts College Entrance Examination is about to begin! The top eleven masters on the Astounding Ranking will directly enter the finals. They are the Four Dao Lords, the Three Immortals, the Two Gods, the One Saint, and the Half-Champion of Heaven!"

"Now, let's welcome the Farmer [Daoist Master] to the stage!"

Among the crowd, a farm boy dressed in simple clothes, wearing hemp shoes, and carrying a medicine basket walked out from backstage.

The next moment, in the void, a dazzling starry river path stretched down from the high arena, dazzling and bright. Countless screams echoed from both sides of the stands, and banners with slogans such as "Healing the sick and saving lives, bringing the dead back to life" could be seen flying.

"Please welcome the Taoist Master!"

The long path of the Milky Way transformed into a white cloud celestial staircase, with the shadows of cranes soaring overhead. Above, a blurry image of Lao Tzu, the sage of Taoism, riding a green ox appeared. A Taoist True Lord, dressed in a flowing Taoist robe, walked alone on it, as if he were walking the path to ascension.

Four Dao Lords appeared one after another, and when the [Sword Immortal] of the Three Immortals sequence arrived, the entire arena descended into a frenzied climax.

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All that could be seen throughout Xianyang, from toddlers to centenarians, were people frantically waving flags and shouting for the "Drunken Sword Immortal." Countless scenes of the Drunken Sword Immortal drinking and wielding his sword appeared around the Avenue of Stars.

The Sword Immortal was also dressed very meticulously, barefoot with his hair down, carrying a sword and a cup of wine. He would take a sip after every few steps, and then twirl his sword after every two steps. He was so flamboyant that he could break your back and legs.

Qin Feng originally thought he would be the second to last to step forward, but unexpectedly, the second to last to step forward was [One Saint].

As a thousand-year-old monster, [One Saint] strolled among them, silently reciting the Analects of Confucius. The surrounding avenues appeared to be filled with the sage's writings floating in the heavens and earth, and the whole scene was filled with a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Looking at the enormous scene, Qin Feng thought to himself that if he were to make his appearance, the officials would surely arrange a lavish event for him.

"Please welcome the Sword Master [Half a Move Ahead]!"

Qin Feng walked out, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he kept his eyes down, his mind focused, and his mouth closed, extremely nervous.

Does anyone clap? Does anyone unfurl a banner? Does anyone scream?

No!

There's nothing there!

The entire stadium was completely silent.

At this moment, Qin Feng sensed the deep malice that the old Qin people of Xianyang harbored towards the strategists—a hatred that came directly from the depths of their souls and was utterly undisguised.

From the royal guests in the first row, to the newly rich of Qin in the second row, to the philosophers of the Hundred Schools of Thought in the third row, and to the social elites in the fourth row, no one applauded the strategists, and no one unfurled a banner in support of Qin Feng. The large hall was unusually quiet.

In the silent scene of millions, the young man, dressed in simple clothes, walked on the road leading to the stars. Far from feeling awkward, he exuded a sense of solemnity, dignity, and holiness. It was more like the carefree and unrestrained spirit of the Dharma-ending Age, when all schools of thought were silenced and he stood alone in his freedom.

From the stands, Meng Yi watched Qin Feng and exclaimed, "That's a real powerhouse! Ignoring the harshest reality, he walked down the red carpet without batting an eye. Incredible!"

Xiao Huang hesitated and asked, "Brother Yi, why aren't the people around him applauding and cheering for him? Isn't he a Qin person?"

Meng Yi said, "Yes! But why are you all applauding? Take the first row, the old Qin royal family, for example. When Shang Yang was alive, the royal family was plundered twice by him. Even the Qin king, with his pile of heads, couldn't stand it! And the second row, the newly rich, should be grateful to Shang Yang, since they were born to replace the dead old Qin royal family. But after Shang Yang, Zhang Yi came along and plundered them again. They're even worse off than the old Qin royal family! As for the third row, the various schools of thought, let's not even talk about them. They never considered the strategists as part of their group. It's tradition for the strategists to attack the other schools first! And the fourth row, the social elites, hate Zhang Yi to the core. The current heavy tax policy of Qin was Zhang Yi's doing, and they also have a deep aversion to the strategists!"

Xiao Huang rubbed his chin, "Now I understand. It turns out that the sins committed by the strategists back then have all become a bullet, shooting into Qin Feng's head three hundred years later!"

Meng Yi said, "This wasn't just a single bullet; it was a hail of bullets, a deluge that riddled Qin Feng with holes! Only a strategist like you could withstand this; anyone else would have collapsed long ago! But then again, you can't blame old Qin for being harsh; it's just that you strategists are inhuman! You strategists don't give others a way to live, so others won't give them a way to live either. When will this cycle of revenge end?"

Xiao Huang said, "At this rate, it will be very difficult for Qin Feng to succeed in Xianyang in the future!"

Meng Yi didn't say anything, but calmly watched Qin Feng walk across the Avenue of Stars and arrive at his booth.

As Qin Feng was the last to step into his designated spot, all eleven expert positions rose up simultaneously, their dazzling golden-white beams illuminating the entire arena.

The virtual projection above his head shone the image of the old general Wang Jian.

Wang Jian, clad in tiger armor and draped in a large cloak, addressed the audience above and below.

"Travel far and wide to witness this breathtaking feast, and behold the splendor of humankind!"

"Thinking back to the last time we had such a spectacular event, I was still middle-aged then!"

"In the blink of an eye, a new and spectacular event has been held. I am old and frail, but the martial arts are never old. New talents are emerging like bamboo shoots after a spring rain."

"Today, I am deeply gratified to see so many martial arts masters gathered here. May Heaven bless the martial arts, and may Heaven bless the Great Qin!"

"I wish all the contestants the best of luck in achieving outstanding results today! I hereby declare the grand event officially open!"

With the old general's command, beams of high-pitched cannon fire resounded throughout the venue, and the lively sounds of the crowd echoed throughout the entire area.

A prompt quickly appeared on the big screen: eleven people would compete in a three-round rotation system, with each person playing almost three matches. The first stage would determine the top four with the most wins, the second stage would determine the two strongest players, and the third stage would be the final battle.

Qin Feng looked at his name on the big screen. Three opponents had already appeared. The order of the competition would definitely not allow him to meet [One Saint] and [Two Gods] in advance. At most, he could only fight [Three Immortals] and [Four Daoists]. Sure enough, his opponents appeared: [Drunken Sword Immortal], [Daoist Daoist Lord], and [Famous Daoist Lord].

Qin Feng was quite satisfied with these three contestants. He hadn't had enough of Gongsun Shengxie last time! This time, he had to cripple him!

[Taoist Master] Yu Jizi, it is said that he regards money as dirt and only wants to ascend to immortality. Let's have a fair competition!

[The Drunken Sword Immortal] is too popular, and I have someone else's membership card. If I go easy on him and give him a dignified ending, I think this kid will know what's good for him. After all, apart from being interested in wine and women, he's not very interested in winning or ranking.

However, Qin Feng soon realized that he had overthought things, because the opponents of the [Two Gods] were also the [Three Immortals] and the [Four Paths].

Meng Yi and Xiao Huang had already discussed it. They would each take on three, which would be enough to take on six people. Except for that drunkard, they would cripple the other six members of the Three Immortals and Four Paths! If they had the strength, they would weaken [One Saint] as much as possible and let Qin Feng go, allowing Qin Feng to fight [One Saint] one-on-one. This would be equivalent to turning the second stage semi-final into the final!

The millions of spectators and referees at the stadium had no idea what the "Two Gods" were up to. Everyone was looking forward to a thrilling and evenly matched battle. However, they had no idea that this would be the most outrageous event of all the grand gatherings. The gap in strength was so vast that it could be described as a chasm. The higher-level contestants were simply crushing the lower-level contestants.

In the VIP box of the venue, several court officials led the way as a noble young man arrived with elegance.

Inside the private room, children as young as six or seven and pretty girls alike exclaimed in unison, "Big Brother!"

The visitor was none other than Fusu. Fusu looked at his younger siblings and smiled, "Huhai, Huayang! You've all come to see me?"

Hu Hai kept saying, "Brother, you're late! You didn't see it! The Sword Immortal was walking the Star Avenue just now, he was so cool! He can fly! A mere mortal can actually fly, and he's not even a Martial Apprentice! It's unbelievable!"

Fusu chuckled and patted Huhai's head, then looked at the beautiful young Princess Huayang, "Little sister, you look very pretty today! See if there's a lover you fancy! If you like one, I'll go and propose marriage to you!"

Princess Huayang lowered her head, her pretty face flushed, "Nothing of the sort, brother, don't joke!"

Hu Hai shouted, "What do you mean no? When Qin Feng came out, your eyes practically popped out of your head! Let me tell you, just now, when Qin Feng was walking down the red carpet, the whole arena was completely silent, but my sister in the VIP box was making a huge fuss. She even has a lot of Qin Feng's posters hidden away—"

"Shut up!" Princess Huayang grabbed Hu Hai's mouth tightly and forced him onto the sofa, where she beat him.

Prince Fusu watched his younger brother and sister-in-law fight with a smile. After a while, he turned and looked out the window at the arena.

Fusu's eyes were deep and his heart was filled with anticipation. Let's get started!

The finals are over here, and the king-size bed in Xianyang prison is being arranged right away – a seamless transition!

Just then, a trusted guard came over and whispered in his ear, "My lord, as you requested, the 15700 trillion bad debts have been transferred into the royal family's accounts, and the royal uncles haven't even noticed."

Fusu gave a signal, and his trusted subordinates hurriedly left.

Fusu interlaced his fingers, a leisurely smile on his face. How could he quickly get Qin Feng to resonate with the royal family? It was simple: either they would fight side-by-side, or they would go into debt together!

Fusu could already imagine the scene of his uncles seeing that he had an additional bad debt of over one trillion yuan, which he and Qin Feng had shared. It must have been a very harmonious and happy one.

Just then, an announcement rang out from the arena: "The Amazing Tournament begins! The first round of the first stage: [God of War] versus [Taoist Lord]!"

(End of this chapter)