When they arrived, they were simple and unfamiliar; when they left, they were dressed up and made up. The difference of nearly half a year was real.
Cheng Yi prepared a separate carriage for them to take them to the fighting arena. When they parted at the gate of the mansion, they were dressed in their finest attire and did not look like maids at all. Instead, they looked like young ladies from a wealthy family, each one more beautiful and elegant than the last.
The weather today wasn't great, or rather, it was a deliberately unfavorable day. A white mist, whether snow or rain, slowly drifted down from the sky.
They say that martial arts are about competition, so why should we need auspicious days or fine weather? The weather is what it is, and there are no excuses for victory or defeat.
A light rain, half frost, chilled the skin and made the ground appear damp and white. In Niujiao Alley in the south of the city, most people were already huddled indoors around the stove to keep warm, reading storybooks, chatting, or playing games to pass the time.
In winter, all things rest. Today, apart from those who are forced by life or those with considerable wealth who go out to chat, there is little excitement to be seen until another festival.
Watching the carriage wheels move forward, Dao Chengyi took another shortcut towards the arena, Qingmang Fight, which was different from the usual arena.
From the very beginning, the place was filled with the bloody battles of martial artists. Only the most talented young people were accepted, and only the strongest could represent their families to fight for the rich resources of the coming year.
The weak are not worthy, and this unworthiness is also tinged with the bloodshed of power. All participants who submit cards must undergo an entrance test.
Regardless of fame, status, or power, only those who can travel from their homes to the fighting arena between dawn and noon, and who arrive without serious injuries, are true warriors of the Green Wilderness, the talents of their kind!
As Dao Chengyi stepped out of his own Qingmao Bureau, Gou'er, Ma Yunlai, Zhao Yiwu, and a dozen or so martial artists who had already followed Dao Chengyi all followed behind him, who was dressed in a dark blue martial arts robe and carrying a white bamboo umbrella.
Unfortunately, the weather turned bad, with rain and snow falling. The willows in the alley remained green, but there were no idlers around. Instead, there were also people coming to stop them, armed with knives, guns, and clubs.
Their identities are irrelevant there; what matters is that they are also participants in this competition, and that they are rebelling against being deemed mediocre and unqualified.
Their mission is to defeat those geniuses; if they manage to stop even one, their fame and resources will be at stake.
This is a grand feast for the warriors of Qingmang City, whether it's witnessing the strength and geniuses, participating in the dreams of a fallen genius and the hopes of a rising family, or devouring the resources missed in previous years.
A grand feast, and so it was for the residents of Qingmang City, a spectacle of martial arts duels, a program to while away the winter days, a thrilling and exciting spectacle.
"Please wait a moment, eighth disciple of Fushan Martial Arts School. It's still too early for you this year."
Without umbrellas or shelter, just their clothes and a group of people, they stood like silent walls in the increasingly fierce rain and snow, their single, fervent eyes fixed on Dao Chengyi.
On the streets, on the walls, on both sides, groups of people were blocking the way. Perhaps they thought that Dao Chengyi was the breakthrough point for someone who was young and had little experience.
When two people meet on a narrow path, their relative strengths and weaknesses are immediately determined.
"The Dao of Fushan Martial Arts School has reached its zenith; we humbly request your guidance!"
He folded his umbrella, bowed, and handed it to the dog. Dao Chengyi then walked forward slowly, facing the group of one hundred and eighty people without fear.
Just then, a strong wind blew, and the rain and snow were shaken, drowning out the continuous shouts.
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