RNP Chapter 98 Zhang Xiaofan's Art Style Gradually Shifts
Chapter 98 Zhang Xiaofan's Art Style Gradually Shifts
Chapter 98 Zhang Xiaofan's Art Style Gradually Shifts
Still in Russell's cave, a specially made large copper pot was set up in the central open space. The bottom of the pot was filled with a red and white soup, and the aroma was overwhelming. Everyone sat around it, with various slices of meat piled up beside them, and strange luster appeared between the textures.
These meats are all highly nutritious, including low-level magical beast steaks from the Doupo world and tenderloin from a demonic beast in the mortal world provided by Han Li. After being purified by Zhongli, the impure demonic energy and toxins have been removed, leaving only abundant spiritual energy.
Zhang Xiaofan was broadcasting the scene of the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament of Qingyun Sect to everyone in real time. In the picture, the morning light was faint, the clouds were ethereal, and the aura of immortals was beginning to appear. While staring at the barrage of comments floating on the virtual screen in front of him, he also tried to reply by typing with his mind.
Russell picked up a slice of snowflake pork, dipped it in the boiling spicy broth, and casually asked in the group chat, "Xiao Fan, how's the first volume of the Heavenly Book going? Any questions?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan immediately perked up and replied, "Thanks to the cultivation technique you uploaded, Brother Luo, I can now feel a surge of power within my body."
"Really?" Russell paused in his dipping sauce, glancing up at Xiao Yan, Han Li, and the others sitting around the hot pot. "How do you guys feel?"
Xiao Yan was struggling with a very tough beast tendon when he heard this. He looked up and asked in surprise, "No, there isn't one!"
"Xiao Fan, so fast?"
Keep in mind that they had only received the first volume of the Heavenly Book less than three days ago.
Russell then turned his attention to Xiaoyu, Lu Mingfei, and Zhang Chulan.
Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue: "I've only just begun."
Lu Mingfei shrugged: "Don't look at me, I've only just found the feeling of Qi."
Zhang Chulan nodded, "I'm about the same, mainly because I haven't had enough time to cultivate."
"Yeah, right!" Russell stuffed a slice of cooked meat into his mouth, chewing and rubbing his chin as he mumbled, "That's really strange—Xiao Fan's efficiency is ridiculously high, is his protagonist aura kicking in?"
Han Li put down his wine cup, pondered for a moment, and speculated, "Perhaps—it's related to the same origin as the cultivation technique?"
Russell thought about it and nodded; it seemed there was nothing wrong with that idea.
Zhang Xiaofan's cultivation of Taiji Xuanqing Dao and Dafan Prajna originated from the Heavenly Book. Although he may have gone astray before, with his essence, qi, and spirit being cultivated separately and hindering each other, he still had a solid foundation. His body and meridians had long been adapted to a similar power operation mode. Now that he has received the authentic general outline guidance, it is normal for his cultivation to be faster.
"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Comparing yourself to others is just asking for trouble." Russell waved his hand and continued shoveling meat into the pot. "Let's watch a movie, let's watch a movie."
The screen displays images of the Tongtian Peak Cloud Sea Plaza.
Zhang Xiaofan strolled across the plaza, where morning light and mist intertwined. The sky was just beginning to break, and golden rays of dawn pierced through the thin clouds, refracting a dreamlike halo on the churning sea of clouds. The vast plaza was still sparsely populated with disciples, making it the perfect time for sightseeing.
In the center of the square, eight tall and wide arenas have been erected according to the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) orientation. They are constructed of special stone, with faint runes and shimmering light on their surfaces, clearly protected by protective barriers.
Sixty-three disciples will compete in thirty-one matches today. While the number of matches seems large, they are spread across eight arenas, with two rounds each in the morning and afternoon, so the pace is not too fast.
Xiaoyu: "Xiaofan, Xiaofan! Do you know who you're going to play against in the first match today?"
Zhang Xiaofan glanced at the scrolling comments and chuckled sheepishly, "Hehe, I'm lucky, I got a bye in the draw, so I don't have to compete today. Perfect timing, I can show everyone around Tongtian Peak and let them see the scenery of our Qingyun Sect."
The list of participants for the martial arts competition has been posted on the bulletin board at the top. All the disciples found their playing time and corresponding arena by looking at the position after their names.
With nothing to do, Zhang Xiaofan strolled leisurely through the crowd, curiously observing the various matches.
Unbeknownst to him, he had walked to the vicinity of the Kun position arena.
Looking up, I saw a solitary figure standing alone under an ancient pine tree not far from the arena, holding a deep blue immortal sword, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was concentrating and adjusting his state to prepare for the upcoming match.
Russell raised an eyebrow: "It seems to be Lu Xueqi."
In other words, the system has been updated and the character lottery cannot be triggered, otherwise he could immediately identify the needle.
"I think so too. She is indeed good-looking, but of course, she is still far inferior to Xun'er," Xiao Yan commented seriously.
This assessment was endorsed by Lu Mingfei, who nodded silently to himself, thinking, "Not as good as Chen Wenwen."
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"How does that compare to Yun Yun?" Russell asked with a smile, only to be met with an eye roll from Xiao Yan.
To this day, the group members still do not know what exactly happened between Xiao Yan and Yun Yun.
"What is Xiao Fan trying to do?"
Han Li's voice drew everyone's attention back. They looked up to see Zhang Xiaofan quietly walk to Lu Xueqi's side and tentatively ask, "Senior Sister Lu?"
Upon hearing Zhang Xiaofan's voice, Lu Xueqi's long eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes, her gaze landing precisely on him. She asked in confusion, "You know me?"
Zhang Xiaofan pointed to the huge bulletin board screen hanging high above his head, announcing that the second match for the Kun position today was Lu Xueqi versus Fang Chao: "It's impossible that your name is Fang Chao, Senior Sister, right?"
Seemingly amused by Zhang Xiaofan's words, Lu Xueqi's lips twitched slightly, but she quickly regained her composure and asked, "What do you want from me?"
"Junior brother just wanted to say that if senior sister is nervous, she can say so. Keeping it all inside isn't a good thing."
"I'm not nervous." Before Zhang Xiaofan could finish speaking, Lu Xueqi interrupted him somewhat awkwardly. However, she regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth. Wasn't this just admitting her nervousness?
"Look," Zhang Xiaofan smiled and continued, "Let me guess, Master Shuiyue said something to you, like you are the future of Xiaozhu Peak, and this Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament is very important. Don't take these words seriously, they are just words of encouragement. I reckon Master Shuiyue didn't expect her words to have such a big impact."
Lu Xueqi suddenly looked up, a clear look of surprise flashing in her eyes, as if asking Zhang Xiaofan how he knew.
Zhang Xiaofan: "It's written all over your face. If I still can't tell, wouldn't I be blind?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Xueqi pursed her lips. Anyway, Senior Sister Wenmin and the others hadn't noticed it. Then, as if refuting, she asked, "Then why don't you seem nervous at all?"
Zhang Xiaofan chuckled: "I got a bye!"
Lu Xueqi remembered; because of her connection with Senior Sister Wenmin, she was quite well-informed about news from Dazhu Peak: "You're Zhang Xiaofan?"
"Senior Sister Lu actually knows me?" Zhang Xiaofan was somewhat surprised, but his tone didn't change much. Instead, he used himself as an example to continue comforting Lu Xueqi.
After this conversation, Lu Xueqi felt that the tension in her heart had eased considerably without her realizing it, and she was no longer as stressed as she had been at the beginning, so she started chatting with Zhang Xiaofan.
As Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi's favorability continued to rise, the people in the live stream went wild.
"Something's wrong, something's really wrong! Is this our Xiaofan?!"
Russell was so busy that he didn't even have time to eat his meat; he stared intently at Zhang Xiaofan, who was chatting and laughing on the screen, his eyes wide open.
Even Xiaoyu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow; something wasn't right!
This wasn't how Zhang Xiaofan talked to her!
Where did her silly, dull, and clueless Xiao Fan go? Why did she turn out like this!
"No, I have to go check it out."
Russell was still worried and was about to get up when a clear and melodious bell-like sound came from the high platform directly in front of the square. The sound waves rolled and echoed between the vast sea of clouds and mountains, and the square, which had been noisy and talking, instantly fell silent.
"A big shot is about to make an appearance," Lu Mingfei deduced.
Sure enough, the next moment, two Taoist priests dressed in dark green robes, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance, slowly walked out from the high platform.
One of them stepped forward, his gaze slowly sweeping over the thousands of Qingyun disciples below the stage, and announced the official start of the 20th Qingyun Sect Seven Veins Martial Arts Tournament.
Zhang Xiaofan: "This is our Qingyun Sect Leader, Dao Xuan Zhenren, and the one next to him is the head of Dragon Head Peak, Uncle Cangsong."
Live streaming in chat groups is not just about transmitting images; it's more like a 5D movie, allowing viewers to feel as if they are actually there.
So when Dao Xuan Zhenren appeared, Russell suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
Xiao Yan turned his head, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Russell shook his head, his gaze falling on Dao Xuan Zhenren in the light screen, and he frowned slightly: "No, look at Dao Xuan, I feel that his aura is a bit strange, as if he has also cultivated his physique."
"Really?" Xiao Yan asked, his face full of doubt. He squinted and looked closely at Dao Xuan on the light screen, staring at him for a long time. "How did you figure that out?"
Russell frowned, somewhat unsure himself: "A feeling, it's just a feeling."
"What nonsense—" Xiao Yan muttered, then stopped paying attention. "Never mind, let's eat meat."
Soon, encouraged by their masters or fellow disciples, the first batch of sixteen disciples ascended the eight corresponding arenas. Among the disciples of Dazhu Peak, only Tian Ling'er was in the first batch to take the stage; her arena was located in the western part of the peak.
The people of Dazhu Peak naturally flocked to the area below the arena to cheer them on.
"Then, Senior Sister Lu, I'm off too. Believe in yourself, I have faith in you." Zhang Xiaofan gave Lu Xueqi a thumbs up, and without waiting for Lu Xueqi's reaction, he ran towards the direction of the character "离" (li).
Lu Xueqi looked at Zhang Xiaofan's back, opened her mouth, but said nothing.
In just a few words, Zhang Xiaofan had transformed in her heart from a stranger into an interesting junior brother.
On the other side, Tian Ling'er was preparing to go on stage.
"Senior Sister!" Zhang Xiaofan called out as he jogged over.
Tian Ling'er turned around upon hearing the sound, her red dress standing out brightly in the morning light.
Upon seeing Zhang Xiaofan, a sweet and charming smile immediately bloomed on her face. She ran briskly to Zhang Xiaofan, raised her chin slightly, patted Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder confidently, and said, "Xiaofan!"
Just you wait and see! Watch how your senior sister wins this round!
Suddenly, a burst of light appeared in the arena, and the amber crimson ribbon at Tian Ling'er's waist was activated, moved to her feet, and lifted her slender body. In the light, she flew towards the stage like a fairy.
Her opponent was Shen Tiandou from Chaoyang Peak. Their cultivation levels were roughly equal. During the fight, their magical treasures clashed repeatedly. It took her quite a while before she finally won with a single move, Binding God.
"good!"
The crowd from Dazhu Peak cheered continuously. Tian Ling'er smiled charmingly, jumped off the stage, walked to Zhang Xiaofan's side, and asked smugly, "How was it?"
"With Senior Sister taking the lead, it's naturally a piece of cake," Zhang Xiaofan praised without reservation.
"Junior Sister Ling'er." A voice suddenly rang out from behind the crowd. A man with striking features and an outstanding demeanor bowed to Tian Buyi and Su Ru before smiling gently at Tian Ling'er: "Congratulations on your victory, Junior Sister."
"It's Qi Hao." Russell frowned, realizing that Zhang Xiaofan's biggest rival in the early stages had appeared.
"Young man, don't get caught up in love," Zhang Chulan said in a wise and mature tone, but his face was full of amusement.
But to everyone's surprise, Tian Lingji's expression did not change at all. She simply nodded politely to Qi Hao and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Qi."
Qi Hao then invited, "My match is over now. Would you like to go for a walk with me, Junior Sister Ling'er?"
"No, thank you." Tian Ling'er shook her head, nudged Zhang Xiaofan's arm, and said with a smile, "I promised Xiaofan I would go to the game with him. Senior Brother Qi, you should find someone else to go with you."
Zhang Xiaofan gave Qi Hao a sheepish smile at the opportune moment.
"I see." Qi Hao was stunned upon hearing this, and his heart sank immediately. He had no choice but to take his leave.
Russell: "?"
Xiao Yan: "?"
Xiaoyu: "?"
Zhang Chulan: "?"
"Holy crap!" In the live stream, Zhang Chulan, who was gnawing on a piece of meat with a bone, suddenly stopped, his eyes wide open. He pointed at Tian Ling'er and Zhang Xiaofan on the screen and typed rapidly in the group chat: "You motherfucker, Zhang Xiaofan! What happened to our promise to form a bachelor alliance? This is outrageous!"
"What a Casanova!" Lu Mingfei sighed. If he had that skill of using both hands, he wouldn't have trouble winning over Chen Wenwen.
But this isn't right!
From the plot's perspective, he's a loser, Zhang Chulan is shameless, and Zhang Xiaofan is a dullard. He and Zhang Chulan are doing fine, so why is it different with Zhang Xiaofan?
Zhang Xiaofan smiled shyly at the screen: "Thanks to the two manuals that Brother Luo sent, otherwise I would never have imagined that there would be so many intricacies in a simple chat."
Seeing that all eyes were on him again, Russell slowly typed a question mark.
Russell: "What the hell is this 'secret manual' I released?"
Zhang Xiaofan: "It's the Pure Yang Manual that you drew, Brother Luo, and the novel you uploaded called 'I Really Didn't Want to Be Reborn'."
Russell: "————"
not good!
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