The day of the arena battle had finally arrived!
By eight in the morning, the number of viewers in the livestream room had already exceeded twenty thousand.
This was a staggering number, as it was questionable whether twenty thousand disciples of folk sects even existed in the current era.
However, among these twenty thousand, there were undoubtedly individuals from renowned orthodox sects, influential figures with immense power as ordinary citizens, and even a small fraction of demons.
Regardless, Wang Jiwang's objective had been achieved. This arena battle was truly a spectacle that commanded global attention, its direct influence even surpassing that of the previous Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.
After all, news of the Old Celestial Master Zhang Yin's death hadn't even spread immediately.
But the outcome of today's arena battle would be disseminated throughout the Xuanmen at the very first moment.
Witnessing the popularity of the livestream, leaders of various factions began to abandon their old conventions, believing it was time to embrace new trends for the development of their sects.
【Cangmang: Why hasn't it started yet? Are there any friends in Rongcheng who can speak up?】
【Langli Xiaobailong (Gold ID): Speaking up!】
【Lin Xiaojie: Big Brother Bailong has appeared! Big Brother Bailong is from the Folk Research Society, he must know when the livestream will begin, right?】
【Fengchen Daoren: We implore fellow Daoist to answer quickly. We have been waiting for days, our hearts filled with anxiety!】
【Mingyue Qingfeng: Brother Bailong, hurry and tell us~】
The barrage of comments was furious; a comment sent in one second was drowned out by the next.
Amidst the fervent pleas of the crowd, the gold ID finally spoke.
【Langli Xiaobailong (Gold ID): The livestream will begin in another five minutes! There will be a stunningly handsome host to preside over the event, so please show your support.】
Everyone immediately became expectant, curious about what this stunningly handsome host would look like.
【Zhuruo Huilao Shenxian Buzhanwen: Fellow Daoist Bailong, please rest assured. We are willing to give you this face.】
【Di Yi: I have already prepared a thousand-yuan red envelope to gift the host a Porsche!】
【Fengxing Shuishang: Me too.】
Five minutes was a short time, and no one exited the livestream page, all waiting with bated breath.
The long five minutes passed, and the livestream screen suddenly shook before the perspective stabilized.
The viewers immediately began to observe.
They saw a vast square with a stage erected in the center, flags planted around its perimeter. In the distance, numerous buildings were visible, with a shimmering lake subtly discernible, and further beyond, towering skyscrapers.
Many people were moving within the livestream frame, seemingly busy with preparations.
【Zhuojiao Ga: Seeking tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle. This must be the venue of the Folk Research Society. The feng shui looks excellent!】
【Ye Shou: The only drawback is that it's raining. The date wasn't chosen well beforehand.**】
Rongcheng had started raining since early that morning, wetting the arena. Those busy with preparations were all quite displeased.
Among them was Zhuge Lian.
Zhuge Lian, a Sky Observer, actually knew it would rain today. Now, she intended to use a small trick to stop the rain.
However, her plan was halted by Wang Jiwang. Zhuge Ji was puzzled. The bad weather would inevitably affect the competition; why didn't Wang Jiwang allow them to stop the rain?
In response, Wang Jiwang mysteriously stated, "I have a brother who can predict the future. Yesterday, I had him divine for Old Yan, and it was extremely auspicious. The auspiciousness lies in this rain, so you must not stop it, or you will disrupt the karma and alter the future."
Zhuge Lian, who was initially quite proud of her skill in manipulating the weather, felt a sense of defeat after hearing Wang Jiwang's words.
The folk sects were indeed full of hidden masters, and it was better for her to remain low-key.
【Zhaozhao de Shichangguan: Where is that handsome host? Why can't we see anyone! Hey, we want to see a handsome guy!】
The viewers in the livestream suddenly remembered this.
It was still early, so they shouldn't be seeing Yan Shouyi, but they didn't mind catching a glimpse of a handsome face to feast their eyes upon.
At that moment, a face emerged into the camera frame. This person was slender, with small eyes, resembling a monkey spirit.
He leaped out of the frame, holding a microphone and striking a pose with a smile he thought was incredibly charming, bowing to the camera: "Hello, fellow Daoists, I am your host today!"
The livestream room fell into a deathly silence.
Long Feicheng smiled slightly, thinking: Could it be that they were stunned by my level ten beauty filter and forgot to comment? Ah, my cursed, unplaceable charm!
After a while, a comment floated by leisurely.
【Zhaozhao de Shichangguan: ...This?】
Long Feicheng glanced at it, paused for a moment, then quickly walked to the front of the camera and tapped his fingers a few times.
System notification: User "Zhaozhao de Shichangguan" has been muted for 24 hours due to inappropriate remarks!
Damn it!
The viewers in the livestream room instantly had countless expletives flash through their minds.
Then, they silently deleted the words mocking Long Feicheng from their chat windows.
Long Feicheng asked, "Am I not handsome?"
【Zhuojiao Ga: Handsome... exceptionally handsome indeed. Yes, the previous Daoist had no taste.**】
【Cangmang: Exactly. Everyone has different preferences. At least I think... well, this Daoist is very confident.**】
【System notification: Di Yi has gifted 1 yuan.**】
Long Feicheng: ???
Didn't this netizen just say he was preparing a thousand yuan to gift a Porsche?
He was filled with anger, cursing these people for having blind eyes, or perhaps for having too low an aesthetic to appreciate his unparalleled beauty.
However, Long Feicheng was still not discouraged and shamelessly continued, addressing the camera:
"Everyone, those who think I'm handsome, please press 1. Those who think I'm not handsome, please press 91347894317813428973491345."
Immediately, the comment section was filled with "91347894317813428973491345".
Long Feicheng, with a dark expression, said to Lin Yu standing behind the camera, "Sister Lin Yu, come here for a moment and ban all those bot accounts that are spamming random numbers!"
Then, in the next second, the comment section was once again filled with "1".
Long Feicheng was finally satisfied and shamelessly continued, "Thank you all for your support. Brother Di Yi, please gift the Porsche you promised."
Di Yi inwardly refused, but he was worried about being banned and missing the arena battle later, so he reluctantly gifted a Porsche.
At the same time, he mentally noted Long Feicheng's appearance and vowed to investigate his background after this livestream.
If the other party wasn't powerful, he would find an opportunity to visit and beat him up.
If the other party had strength, he would pretend he never said anything.
At this moment, the comment section began to inquire about the main event – when would the arena battle begin? Had the people from the Chihua Society arrived? Where was Yan Shouyi now?