Purple Mist Dao Master
Chapter 223 - 187: Holding the White Horn, Taking Over the Stage! [Seeking Monthly Votes!]

Chapter 223: Chapter 187: Holding the White Horn, Taking Over the Stage! [Seeking Monthly Votes!]

"Look quickly!"

"It’s Professor Yan!"

"Why is he here in the spectator stand instead of the preparation zone?"

The draw had just ended, and the competition hadn’t started yet. Hao Meng was looking around the spectator area of Taikang Academy when he suddenly saw Yan Chuan leading six people to the front. He was surprised and delighted.

"It really is Professor Yan!"

"That’s Su Ye, and also Peng Quan and Huang Geng! I’ve heard they’re all members of Yan Professor’s team, doesn’t seem to be false."

Duan Hong, who was beside him, also noticed and recognized more people.

After three months, seeing Yan Chuan again, both of them were filled with joy.

Especially Hao Meng.

In late November last year, Yan Chuan taught for three days at Taikang Academy, breaking down complex moves, providing great help to him.

During those three days—

High and Low Seedling.

Pan Hand Skill.

Eagle Claw Power.

Iron Claw Skill.

Seventy-two Grappling Skills, Thirty-Six Base Legs.

Hao Meng was originally outside the door of the ’Buddha Han Fist’, but during those three days, he directly entered the room, comprehending all the basics of ’Buddha Han Fist’, establishing the foundation. With such a base, practicing the advanced and top-level boxing techniques of ’Buddha Han Fist’ could be twice as effective with half the effort!

This is his fortune!

A fortune given by Yan Chuan!

Not just those three days.

In the following three months, Hao Meng’s ’Buddha Han Fist’ made rapid progress. He was originally at an ordinary level among third and fourth year students of the Martial Arts Academy, but in these short three months, he had already reached the level of a research student, and it wasn’t the lowest; he was almost at the level of a fourth-level research student.

Three months ago, he could have been selected for one of the ten teams in this ’Jian Province Competition’, but though he succeeded because of Yan Chuan, he also failed because of Yan Chuan. After Yan Chuan’s martial arts lectures last year, not only he progressed rapidly, but the research student team of Taikang Academy also expanded quickly, and Hao Meng just fell a bit short, regretfully not being selected.

Even so—

"Even though I can’t rank in the top seventy of the academy right now, I’m at least solidly in the top one hundred."

"I really have to thank Professor Yan for this!"

Hao Meng felt truly grateful from the bottom of his heart.

Duan Hong also harbored special feelings for Yan Chuan; staring at his back she hoped, "I wish I could hear Professor Yan’s lectures again in the future."

Duan Hong casually made that wish, but she knew it wasn’t realistic.

Yan Chuan is going to participate in the ’Jian Province Competition’ this month and might head to Cang Mountain later on.

It’s unlikely he’ll return to lecture in Taikang Academy in the short term.

And even after the ’Cang Mountain Sword Discussion’, with his reputation established, would he really return to Taikang Academy?

Not to mention Taikang.

After experiencing the splendor outside, Jian Province might not even see him return.

Duan Hong spoke casually.

But she never expected that it wouldn’t take three months, not even one month, not even a day, right after a single stick of incense later—

"Cang Mountain Sword Discussion · Jianzhou Competition!"

"First round!"

"First match!"

"Guangling Academy Third Team, against, Yingze Academy Tenth Team!"

"Now!"

"Start!"

...

"It’s started!"

At the forefront of Taikang Academy’s spectator area, Yan Chuan raised a ’White Horn Trumpet’—

Bang Bang!

Clapping it with his hands.

Clearing his throat.

"Hello hello hello."

There was no narration for the ’Jian Province Competition’, and as both teams’ players took the stage, Yan Chuan declared his takeover of the stage with three "hello"s.

...

"Disciples of Taikang Academy, hello, I am Professor Yan Chuan from the academy. On behalf of the academy, I am here at the ’Jian Province Competition’ to explain boxing techniques and discuss martial arts with you all."

"Make sure to watch and listen carefully, every match each day will require a written reflection of no less than 800 words, and both I and the academy elders will review each one, so don’t think about slacking off."

"Alright!"

"Not much more to say, now let me introduce the players of the first round, first match of the ’Cang Mountain Sword Discussion · Jianzhou Competition’——"

"First and foremost, everyone sees, on the northern side is the Guangling Academy’s Third Team, led by Meng Nan, one of the ’Guangling Ten Outstanding’, studying one of the Guangling Academy’s Eighteen Widespread Boxing Techniques called ’Taixu Fist’. Beside him, in order, are ’Drunken Immortal Fist’ He Junjie, ’Yellow Dragon Fist’ Tang Huaiyu, ’Taixu Fist’ Ru Di, and ’Floral Fist’ Li Jianhua, all elite members!"

...

In Taikang Academy’s spectator area, a robust voice rang out, resonating throughout the entire competition venue, and all of the spectator stands could hear it.

Vast!

Clear!

"Who is it?"

On the high eastern platform, Ni Mengtong cast her almond eyes, precisely locking onto a young man in Taikang Academy’s spectator area, slightly frowning, "Yan Chuan?"

Ni Mengtong turned to the person in charge of Taikang Academy, Du Zhenzong, "Is this person a professor at Taikang Academy?"

"Reporting to the Commander, yes."

Du Zhenzong, who had returned to the platform at the start of the first match of the Jian Province Competition, also did not expect Yan Chuan to pull such a move.

He finally understood what the ’White Horn’ that Yan Chuan had carried since he left home in the morning was used for!

This Yan Chuan!

What a ruckus he can cause!

Faced with the inquiry from Commander Ni Mengtong, Du Zhenzong could only muster up the courage to reply, handling matters as they came.

"That White Horn——"

Ni Mengtong also noticed the horn Yan Chuan was using to amplify his voice across the entire venue, her mind racing, "What a loud sound."

She rapidly considered the potential military applications of the White Horn.

She couldn’t think it through all at once.

But at least—

"In future speeches or pre-battle mobilizations, there’s no need to have rows of soldiers repeating my words loudly. I say it once, and it can be heard by all the troops."

This very feature is a dream for many generals.

As the highest military officer in Jian Province, Ni Mengtong was no exception.

Ni Mengtong was keen on the White Horn.

Alongside her.

Right Xuanwu of Xuanwu Department, Ying Xingzheng, frowned and scolded, "Nonsense! Yesterday Shao Yancong wanted this Yan Chuan to be the commentator for the Jian Province Competition, right? After being rejected by me and Sima Putai, he still doesn’t give up and wants to do it without prior approval?"

Sima Feng also furrowed his brows slightly, feeling displeased. He didn’t have much of an opinion about whether there should be commentary or not, but he was very unhappy with Taikang Academy’s disregard of orders and acting on its own will.

The two were furious.

Left Xuanwu of the Xuanwu Department, Wang He, laughed and smoothed it over, "Youngsters can be unaware, why bother to fuss with him." He turned his head to Du Zhenzong, "This is the Jian Province Competition, what kind of behavior is this? Quickly, make him stop talking!"

"Yes!"

Du Zhenzong knew Wang He intended to downplay the matter, so he quickly stepped down to find Yan Chuan.

...

Yan Chuan’s loud voice shocked the ’Heavenly People’.

Not just the ’Heavenly People’, the ’Earth People’ were also surprised.

Let’s not mention the spectators.

In the arena.

Meng Nan, who had just entered the stage, was one of the five starters for Guangling Academy’s Third Team introduced loudly by Yan Chuan in front of more than 30,000 spectators, and was stunned—

"Yan Chuan?"

"It’s him again!"

"Why is he so ostentatious?"

"Hahahahaha! Good Yan Chuan! Excellent Yan Chuan! Now I’m well-known, ’Drunken Immortal Fist’ He Junjie, hey! Announced in front of tens of thousands of people, from now on, when people in Jian Province talk about the ’Drunken Immortal Fist’, the first to come to mind will be He Junjie from Guangling Academy!"

Among the five people, some chuckled quietly, while others were unabashed, like He Junjie, who immediately realized the benefits of Yan Chuan’s proclamations.

Tens of thousands of spectators!

Famous throughout Jian Province!

It happened today! Happening right now!

For martial arts practitioners, their pursuits are nothing more than three things—

Martial Arts!

Fame!

Gain!

Perhaps adding ’Power’ as well.

Among them, for many martial artists, ’Fame’ ranks first. It’s rare for those practicing martial arts to not desire fame.

He Junjie and the others were, of course, no exception.

Yan Chuan’s announcement elevated their reputations. Regardless of what his intentions were, or whatever past grudge during last year’s martial arts competition, at this moment, these few people’s hearts appreciated it.

They stood in the arena, under the eyes of many, appearing indifferent, expressionless, pretending to be masters, but in reality, they were keenly listening, eager for Yan Chuan’s continued introduction—

"Guangling Academy is not bad. Among the nine martial arts academies across the Nine Counties of Jian Province, it ranks second, just after Liyang Academy, making it the second in positive ranking."

"Their opponent, Yingze Academy, this is their home ground, but I still have to be honest, Yingze Academy is slightly lacking, ranking eighth in Jian Province, making it the second from the bottom."

"Friends from Yingze, don’t rush to curse me."

"You might be curious, which academy ranks ninth?"

"That’s right."

"It’s Taikang Academy, where I come from!"

...

"Hahaha!"

"This Yan Chuan!"

Tang Huaiyu, who originally had a serious face, finally couldn’t help but laugh out loud because of Yan Chuan.

She never expected that the person who had rampaged in Guangling City, wreaking havoc on Guangling Academy with the ’Guangling Shadowless Kick’, could be so humorous.

However.

Soon.

She couldn’t laugh anymore—

"Rankings don’t explain everything."

"Yingze Academy may indeed not match Guangling Academy in rankings but, specific to this battle, the ’Ying Shi Team’ against ’Guang Three Team’, coming from Guangling Academy, they are all elite but none of them have broken the limit of Qi and Blood. Whereas for ’Ying Shi Team’ from Yingze Academy, their leader Wang Ge has already taken that step, breaking the limit of Qi and Blood, glimpsing a new horizon!"

"Many here might not understand what ’Qi-Blood Limit-Breaking’ represents."

"Let me explain."

"In the past, anyone who broke the limit of Qi and Blood could become an Inner Courtyard elder of a martial arts academy. You can understand that breaking the Qi and Blood limit is at the level of the ’Guangling Ten Elders’, ’Yingze Five Elders’, ’Taikang Four Elders’."

"Yingze’s Wang Ge!"

"Qi-Blood Limit-Breaking!"

"He alone might crush the ’Guang Three Team’!"

...

"Wang Ge!"

"Limit-Breaking!"

"This—"

Tang Huaiyu stopped smiling.

He Junjie also couldn’t keep a smile: "When did Wang Ge break the limit? How did I not know?"

Meng Nan’s heart sank too: "I didn’t know either."

He always believed in ’Know yourself and your enemy in a hundred battles without defeat’; thus, he had already been gathering information about potential threats among the nine academies even before the Jian Province Competition officially began, especially those who might have broken limits.

But Yingze Academy, just as Yan Chuan said—

Second from last!

What promise does it hold?

Wang Ge?

Meng Nan knew of him, studied ’Sunrise Palm’, wasn’t strong; at the beginning of last year, when he went to Yingze Academy with Tu Tiannan for exchange learning, he saw Tu Tiannan duel Wang Ge. At that time, Wang Ge was far inferior to Tu Tiannan, Meng Nan felt he could as well surpass Wang Ge.

But now.

He’s still hovering around the limit of Qi and Blood.

Yet Wang Ge broke the limit?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Meng Nan perked his ears, wanting to hear more from Yan Chuan, to learn more about Wang Ge’s foundation, discerning whether it was true or false.

But at this moment—

"Hmm?"

"What’s next?"

"Why is there nothing below?"

...