Chapter 62

There are two pinned posts on the forum. In addition to the constable's notice post, there is also an official task post released by the system.

"Official mission" This was the first time Bei Qiao saw a system mission. She had never seen a mission post in other places before: "This is quite like a game. Let me see what the mission content is... Bring the official designated personnel into Canghai Sect..." Needless to say, it seems that the official personnel did not get the invitation letter.

Bei Qiao had no idea what the officials were doing attending the martial arts conference, nor was he curious about their purpose. After the quest was posted, it was immediately picked up by a player with quick hands. Perhaps tomorrow, Bei Qiao would accidentally pass by a player who had received the quest in the Canghai Sect.

After carefully putting away the invitation letter he got from Qin Huan, Bei Qiao opened the window and leaned over it to look down.

Constable Zhen was right. As the martial arts conference approached, the number of people in Langyu City really increased, and the city became more and more chaotic. It was like a tourist attraction on a statutory holiday. The streets were already crowded with people, and quarrels and conflicts would occur from time to time, and occasionally even escalate into fights.

"What a shame! I don't know many people here, so I can only go to the martial arts conference alone." Noticing someone looking in his direction, Bei Qiao closed the window, returned to his bed, sat cross-legged, and began to practice Qi: visualizing a line between Guanyuan acupoint and Mingmen acupoint. Then, when inhaling, this line sinks to the perineum, and when exhaling, the line rises...

To maximize her safety at the martial arts conference, Bei Qiao increased her martial arts training time that day. If there weren't a suitable venue in Langyu City, she would have wanted to further familiarize herself with Qinggong.

After practicing martial arts, she went to the gate of the Canghai Sect before it got dark to check out the situation. Seeing that there was an official inn near the Canghai Sect, Bei Qiao breathed a sigh of relief: If nothing unexpected happened, the style of the Canghai Sect should be quite decent.

The next day when he went online, Bei Qiao first went to the stable to coax Huihui, then took Honghong off the carriage and prepared to ride to the Canghai faction’s base.

"Be good. If you get bored, you can walk around the yard, but don't leave the inn." Before leaving, Bei Qiao patted Huihui's neck and brushed its fur with his other hand. "I won't take you with me this time." If you encounter danger, escaping on a mount is much faster than taking a carriage. As for why they chose a horse instead of a donkey, first, horses are faster than donkeys; second, horses are more expensive; and third, riding a horse is more stylish than riding a donkey... Zhang Guolao is a different matter; the affairs of the gods cannot be measured by human standards.

It wasn't that Bei Qiao looked down on Hui Hui, she just wouldn't underestimate the evil in human nature. When she wasn't strong enough, she had to make herself look strong from the outside. Being rich was also a form of strength.

Huihui, who was served so comfortably, lay down on the ground and shook his ears happily: I know, I know, you can leave now! I don’t feel sad at all, why should I be sad if I don’t have to work?

Bei Qiao: Why did I see the expression of a slacking office worker on a donkey's face?

The martial arts conference was indeed a grand event for the natives. When Bei Qiao finished coaxing Hui Hui and rode his horse to the Canghai Sect's headquarters, he was immediately blocked by a pile of carriages. Various carriages and people of all kinds filled the entire street. Canghai Sect disciples and constables who were brought in to help were trying to maintain order.

Many people wanted to attend the martial arts conference, including some who didn't have an invitation but tried to sneak in. Adhering to the principle of "better to make a mistake than let someone go," the Canghai Sect disciples stopped all those suspected of not having an invitation and checked them one by one, fearing that accidentally letting someone suspicious would lead to them being kicked out of the sect.

Bei Qiao: Sure enough, barriers are everywhere. If I hadn't met Qin Huan in Linjie City, I wouldn't be able to enter the Canghai Sect now. I can only watch the excitement from the outside and listen to second-hand information... Oh my, someone actually wanted to climb the wall and sneak in. How brave!

The entrance inspection was different. Those arriving in luxurious carriages basically only needed to show proof of their identity to the disciples at the gate. Those on horseback had to present an invitation and then be stared at by the gatekeepers before being allowed in. Because of the numerous entrance inspection procedures and Bei Qiao's late departure, by the time her turn came, nearly half an hour had passed.

After all, lone rangers like Bei Qiao were a minority; most others came in groups. After they dismounted their horses or carriages, a groom or servant responsible for their mounts would take them away and place them in designated locations according to the instructions of the Canghai Sect disciples. As for Bei Qiao, he was alone and had to do everything on his own.

Bei Qiao: I have crossed the entry threshold, but I am still at the bottom.

After placing Honghong in the stable, Beiqiao ignored the gazes of the grooms around her and walked out with a square step, fan in hand. She was still wearing the same outfit the Qin family had given her, but with slight changes to the collar and cuffs, the jade crown, and a plain, plain mask she'd bought from a street vendor.

Bei Qiao didn't plan to use the identity of Cousin Qiao until she encountered a problem she couldn't solve. However, the clothes she was wearing were given by the Qin family after all, and anyone who knew the value of the goods could tell that they were definitely not cheap, and thus looked up to Bei Qiao.

With the invitation letter from the Qin family and the clothes she was wearing, even though Bei Qiao was wearing a mask and looked very suspicious, the disciples of the Canghai School treated her quite well. All this was done for the Qin family's sake.

Bei Qiao: Is this what it feels like to be a fox borrowing the power of a tiger? It seems pretty good.

As expected of the Canghai Sect, the designated venue for the martial arts conference, its grounds were vast, even larger than a university campus. And the conference took place right there in the Canghai Sect's arena. Without many disciples to guide the way, finding the arena wasn't difficult; all it took was finding the loudest spot...right?

Looking at the three doors on the three walls in front of him, which led to different directions, Bei Qiao stopped and was unusually confused for a moment: there were cheers from all three directions, and people entered from the doors in all three directions, so which way should I go?

Bei Qiao: I entered the door, but it seemed like I hadn't entered. It's really inconvenient that there is no sign for such a large venue.

With no one to discuss things with, Bei Qiao stepped aside to make way for the others and pondered for a moment near the door. Because she covered her face tightly, no one stared at her or called her a gigolo. Instead, a few men quietly stood behind her to compare heights, then put on a triumphant expression and swaggered through the door.

A man who thinks he is a knight: So what if I have good manners, huh, I am taller than you!

Bei Qiao noticed the other party's actions: "..."

Bei Qiao was not one to dawdle, so she ultimately chose the middle door to walk in. The reason for choosing the middle door was simple: the cheers from that direction were the quietest, making it easier on the ears.

After following the crowd for several hundred meters, Bei Qiao finally saw the ring, surrounded by a crowd. At the same time, she was speechless to discover that the three doors before her could actually lead to the ring, just in different directions.

Bei Qiao: So what's the point of having three gates? Is it to distinguish the identities of those entering? Like a VIP entrance?

What does a martial arts conference look like? Bei Qiao looked around, and the first thing that came to mind was the sports meet held by the previous schools. It was crowded, noisy, and full of cheers. There were also some leaders sitting on the rostrum—oh, wrong, VIPs in the VIP seats.

There are two arenas in total. The larger one is closer to the VIP seats. The people competing there are dressed exquisitely. Their movements are as smooth as flowing water. They look so relaxed that it seems that they are showing mercy to each other.

As for the smaller arena, it was quite a distance from the VIP seats. The people fighting there were a mixed crowd, wearing all kinds of clothing. Unlike the large arena, the fighters in the small arena used more aggressive moves, each one aimed at knocking the opponent down. If they encountered a particularly fierce opponent, they would even fight to the death, until one of them fell off the stage.

The martial arts conference had already started for a while. Bei Qiao didn't recognize the people fighting on the stage, nor did he know if they were famous people. However, the cheers from all around were really enthusiastic, just like a concert, except that everyone was holding a glow stick.

Compared to the smaller arena, the people near the large arena shouted more quietly, perhaps out of fear of disturbing the VIPs. The large arena separated the VIPs from the rest of the crowd, like a dividing line.

The arena was a crowded area with warriors, and the stench was rather unpleasant. Bei Qiao stopped fifty meters away and looked for a spot with a good view. Unsurprisingly, she discovered that, with the exception of the VIP seats, the rockery surrounding the arena was already filled with people. Even the trees were clinging to people, both men and women. Some even engaged in a brawl in the trees, fighting for the higher, better branches, creating a lively spectacle for the others.

These rockery trees were still some distance away from the arena, so the fighting and shoving of the people on top would have little impact on the competition on the arena. Of course, if something unexpected happened...

"Oh my..." Bei Qiao raised one hand and watched a man being hit on the shoulder by another man during a fight. He flew backwards from the tree on the spot, drew a parabola and landed on the small arena, knocking the two warriors who were fighting fiercely on the arena into rolling gourds: Although it looked very embarrassing, it was still much better than those slow-motion martial arts idol dramas.