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“Since Bingbing has already shown it to everyone, let’s continue talking about the peak of Mount Hua.”
Wang Bingbing’s unexpected performance gave Zhuo Yifan a perfect opportunity to transition back.
The viewers were both satisfied in their curiosity and heard Zhuo Yifan preparing to fulfill his promise, so they naturally stopped fixating on making him show it.
“The host is starting! Place your bets on the winner of the Mount Hua Sword Tournament!”
“Time’s up! Stop betting! Stop betting!”
Zhuo Yifan recalled for a moment and then said:
“We were just saying that under the witness of Zhou Botong, The Five Greats began the Mount Hua Sword Tournament!”
“This battle was fought until the sky turned dark and the sun and moon lost their light! The duration of the battle alone lasted for seven days and seven nights!”
“In the end, Wang Chongyang overwhelmed the other four of The Five Greats to emerge victorious, becoming the number one in the world across the entire Jianghu!”
“According to the initial agreement, the Nine Yin Manual was also kept by him!”
Listening to Zhuo Yifan’s introduction, the viewers began to imagine the scene of the world-shaking battle of The Five Greats at the peak of Mount Hua.
Just as they were immersed in it.
With the sentence “Wang Chongyang overwhelmed the other four of The Five Greats to emerge victorious”, the images in their minds suddenly shattered.
This feeling was like it had just begun, only to end immediately.
“Pain! It’s too painful!”
“With this kind of sketchy writing style, what’s the difference between this and a bad ending?”
“Teacher Zhuo, you’re not being very fair!”
Zhuo Yifan had expected the viewers’ reaction and explained:
“Everyone, the first Mount Hua Sword Tournament was magnificent. If there were records, it would surely be a classic passed down through the ages.”
“It’s just a pity that there were only six people present at the time!”
“Only the six of them know the specific details of the battle.”
“And if they don’t speak, no one knows exactly what happened.”
“It’s already quite good that we can know the final result now!”
The viewers in the live-stream room listened to Zhuo Yifan’s explanation and, after thinking carefully, felt that it did indeed make sense.
Although they felt regretful, they had to accept reality and began discussing the outcome.
“Eastern Heretic, Western Venom, Southern Emperor, and Northern Beggar—these four of The Five Greats were already at the peak of the Jianghu, yet they were suppressed by Wang Chongyang alone! How terrifying must Wang Chongyang’s strength be?”
“With such strength, he truly deserves to be the founding Founder of the Quanzhen Sect! I guessed right!”
“That goes without saying! For the Quanzhen Sect to survive to this day and develop into one of the two major Schools of Daoism, the founding Founder Wang Chongyang definitely deserves the credit!”
“If I get the chance, I must go and see the Quanzhen Sect founded by Wang Chongyang!”
Everyone was full of interest in Wang Chongyang and the Quanzhen Sect he founded.
“After all, Wang Chongyang was truly the number one in the world!”
“How could the Quanzhen Sect, founded by such a powerful figure, not pique people’s curiosity?”
“Wang Chongyang is so powerful; I wonder if he left any martial arts Secret Manuals in the Quanzhen Sect?”
“Brother, delete your post and let me post! Maybe the Quanzhen Sect really has Founder Wang Chongyang’s Ultimate Technique passed down! After all, the Quanzhen Sect’s Legacy has never been broken!”
“What you said has me excited! I’m going to Zhongnan Mountain’s Chongyang Palace to take a look; maybe I’ll actually find the Nine Yin Manual!”
“Count me in, I want to go too! Who wouldn’t want to catch a glimpse of such a Martial Forest Secret Manual!”
“And me, I’m going too! I just bought my ticket!”
“Oh no, someone’s ahead of us! Brothers, hurry and grab tickets; you won’t be able to get them if you’re slow!”
The viewers became more and more excited, and some even started buying tickets.
Zhuo Yifan watched this scene, his heart stirring slightly.
When he first mentioned the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, he had anticipated the negative impact of the sketchy writing style on his popularity and had naturally thought of a countermeasure.
Now, with some viewers discussing buying tickets to go to Zhongnan Mountain, it was the perfect timing.
“My old fans know that I, Zhuo, spoil my fans the most. I promise everyone that I will definitely make up for the regret caused by these vague records today!”
There were now over two hundred thousand people in the live-stream room. Among them, some understood the regret of the first Mount Hua Sword Tournament being glossed over, while others were naturally dissatisfied and angry.
But with Zhuo Yifan’s promise, they all turned to anticipation.
Especially those viewers with extreme emotions; as frustrated as they were just now, they were just as excited now!
“Is the host for real? If you can really make up for the regret, I’ll send ten more Rockets!”
A golden bullet comment hovered in the center of the live-stream room; it was exactly that 【Descendant of the Southern Emperor of the Duan Clan of Dali】.
At this moment, Duan Enchao was fidgeting at the front desk, staring intently at the live-stream room, waiting for Zhuo Yifan’s reply.
He was an obsessive man; he could forget about doing business for the sake of Ambidexterity Combat, let alone the Mount Hua Sword Tournament being glossed over, which had already become a hurdle he couldn’t get over!
If things weren’t perfect, he felt uncomfortable all over!
Some people still remembered this ID and exclaimed one after another: “Boss Duan is awesome!”
“I only regret that I don’t have Boss Duan’s generosity, but as long as the host can really make up for the regret, I am also willing to promise to send a Rocket!”
“I promise too...”
“Host, it’s not too late to back out now! Otherwise, you’ll provoke public anger!”
Seeing the viewers’ spontaneous promises, the corners of Zhuo Yifan’s mouth curled up slightly.
“Back out?”
Setting such a flag in his own live-stream room...
The one who should regret it probably won’t be him!
Zhuo Yifan had absolute confidence in the charm of Jin Yong’s Wuxia.
What’s more, the personalities of these viewers were inherently the most easily moved by the chivalry and righteousness of heroic figures.
So he cleared his throat and replied, “As long as you keep following the stream, I definitely won’t let you down!”
Pausing for a moment, Zhuo Yifan shifted the topic back to the larger group of other viewers:
“Everyone, don’t get excited yet.”
“Although the Nine Yin Manual was kept by Wang Chongyang on behalf of the others, it didn’t stay in the Quanzhen Sect later on.”
“Even if you go, you won’t see the Nine Yin Manual.”
Zhuo Yifan’s words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly cooling down the viewers in the live-stream room.
Many viewers looked at the live-stream room in confusion, their minds filled with question marks.
Wang Chongyang was the number one in the world! With his strength, could the Quanzhen Sect still not keep the Nine Yin Manual?
Or did some accident happen later?
“Host, what do you mean by that? Please explain more clearly.”
“Holy crap! I already bought my ticket, and now you’re telling me this?”
“How is that possible? With Wang Chongyang’s strength as the number one in the world, could someone actually snatch the Nine Yin Manual from his hands?”
“I don’t believe it! If the Nine Yin Manual isn’t in the Quanzhen Sect, where else could it be?”
The viewers in the live-stream room began discussing it one after another.
Zhuo Yifan sighed and explained:
“Although Wang Chongyang was the number one in martial arts, he was still human! No one can escape birth, aging, illness, and death.”
“Not long after the Mount Hua Sword Tournament ended, news of Wang Chongyang’s death from illness spread throughout the Jianghu.”
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Ch. 20 / 624
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make a wuxia story so that I can add characters to it
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《风起断云岭》
The Wind Rises at Broken Cloud Ridge
THE WORLD
The Jianghu — the martial underworld — has been uneasy for decades. Five great sects. Three hidden clans. Countless lone wanderers bound by honor, grudges, and blood debts.
The story begins at Broken Cloud Ridge, a mountain pass between
two rival territories where anything can happen — and usually does.