God-Sealing Platform

At times like this, there's no need to talk about finding decisive evidence. It's not detective reasoning; just throw a punch and it'll be clear whether someone is a dragon or a worm. It's like in ancient times, when a suspect was tortured to confess. If you don't confess, I'll beat you until you do.

"Speaking of this, just now, your master asked my master to pass on a letter to you."

After Yu Shuying finished speaking, she took out a letter and handed it to Si Ming. Si Ming shook it and found that there was no rattling sound from inside, proving that there was indeed only a letter inside, and not other miscellaneous things.

"It seems Master is as busy as ever."

After Si Ming opened the letter, he found that only the word "Yong" was written on the paper, but Yan Jinghong's sword intention remained on it.

This is a unique method of secrecy in the martial arts world. Sword Qi and sword moves can be imitated, but Sword Intent cannot. Everyone has their own unique Sword Intent. Even if they practice the same Swordsmanship, they will develop different Sword Intent, just like fingerprints. Therefore, there is no doubt about the credibility of this letter. It must have been written by Yan Jinghong himself.

Of course, this only applies to the confidentiality of the sending end. As for the confidentiality of the receiving end, it requires the recipient to know the origin of the Swordsmanship used by the other party, so that they can analyze it.

Just like how Yan Jinghong used the Sword Intent of the Feng and Shan Sacrifice Sword Technique in this letter, Si Ming had to use the same Swordsmanship to decipher the content. If it were someone else who was unaware of this, forcibly deciphering it would only cause the letter to self-destruct. In a sense, this was much easier than any codebook.

After reading the letter, Si Ming wore an Anomalies expression and muttered, "No wonder she was so confident and didn't care about being discovered. So that's how it is."

Yu Shuying asked, "What exactly did the letter say?"

"It's very simple. My master said, 'Yuezheng Yao is one of us.'"

Yu Shuying was taken aback for a moment, then realized what she meant. "I see. Indeed, this method is the fastest way to obtain accurate information about the Remote Heaven Society."

"There's no rule that says only villains are allowed to plant spies in the good guys, but the good guys aren't allowed to plant spies in the villains. My master is truly farsighted... But this matter is undoubtedly very dangerous. Why would Yuezheng Yao agree to my master's request? Does she also have something she needs from him?"

Given Yuezheng Yao's current status, there's really no need for her to do something so dangerous. Even if it was Yan Jinghong who invited the Yuezheng Lineage to Su State, that favor isn't enough to make Yuezheng Yao put herself in danger.

Yu Shuying frowned and said, "I feel like something's been overlooked... Anyway, what are you planning to do next?"

"Since Master doesn't want me to interfere too much, let's pretend we don't know anything. This is also to protect Yuezheng Yao's safety and prevent Remote Heaven Society discovering any flaws. Next, let's focus our attention on the Martial Dao League. Now that we've made it to the top four, there's no reason not to win the championship."

Si Ming immediately recalled what had happened at the banquet and said, "This time, you and Hongdou should participate together too. Show yourselves. If the substitutes never show up, it will make people think we don't respect our opponents."

"Whatever, I happen to have some free time recently."

Chapter 461 The God-Sealing Platform

"Ta-da! Hello everyone, welcome to 'Explosive Little Fists,' I'm your host Lulu."

Lulu held a peace sign across her forehead, striking her signature pose.

"Hello everyone, I'm your assistant, Mantou."

Compared to the female host's casual and generous demeanor, the assistant, Mantou, was much more reserved, but at least she stopped stuttering and biting her tongue.

Lulu flicked her sleeves and said excitedly, "I'm sure the viewers at home know what our program is broadcasting today. That's right, it's the most exciting semi-final match of the Linked Mountains Martial Dao League!"

After speaking, she glanced at the Mantou next to her and noticed that this useless assistant was still staring at the camera with that silly goose-like smile, showing absolutely no coordination. So, she cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations in her mind, and also cursed the supervisor who refused to replace him no matter what. Then, keeping her upper body still, she performed a one-legged dragon tail kick, lightly kicking his crotch with the tip of her shoe—the camera only filmed their upper bodies, not their lower bodies.

Mantou's eyes suddenly widened, almost popping out of their sockets. Fortunately, although he lacked experience, his professionalism was strong enough. He managed to suppress the sharp pain with his strong will and avoid a live broadcast accident. Then, with trembling hands, he clapped his hands vigorously and stepped aside to make room for the cameraman to record the arena environment of the semi-final match.

Between two towering, steep mountain walls lies a wide canyon, filled with maple trees. As far as the eye can see, the fiery red maple leaves sway in the wind under the sunlight, like ribbons of red and patches of golden sunset, encircling the valley and blooming on the high mountains. Interspersed among the maples are some chokecherries, their purple leaves shimmering with purple light, complementing the maples, forming clusters that resemble burning torches, sparkling with dazzling brilliance.

In the center of the canyon, there is a huge circular arena. Judging from the stones used to build it, it is obviously very old, with many signs of damage, but all of them have been repaired by man. It looks like a bulky coat with patches on top of patches.

In addition to the arena, there are also spectator stands carved out of the cliffs on both sides of the canyon, arranged in a circle around the arena. The bottom level is the closest to the arena, less than 20 meters away, allowing spectators to enjoy the fight up close. At the same time, it is surrounded by a circle of tempered glass to prevent injury from the energy released during the fight.

The seating area rises in layers from the inside out, forming a circular arcade topped with barrel vaults. The structure is somewhat similar to the Roman Colosseum, but it is entirely carved from the mountainside. Even the seats in the seating area are connected to the mountain and cannot be moved. In addition, there is a canopy suspended by cables above the seating area, which is used for sunshade. The canopy is also inclined in the middle to facilitate ventilation.

Lulu introduced, "Please look, everyone. This is the venue for the semi-finals, the God-Sealing Platform, created by the Void Returning Great Grandmaster Rejuvenation Sect, 'Battle God,' three hundred years ago. Back then, martial artists from all over Sea Continent would come here to compete and vie for the title of the world's number one. Now, times have changed, and things have changed. Time has left its mark, but its majestic spirit and imposing momentum remain. We can still feel that magnificent aura from the God-Sealing Platform."

At this moment, Mantou secretly slipped out of the camera's view and, with a pained expression, reported to the person in charge on site, "Boss, Sister Lulu just kicked me, did you see that?"

The person in charge glanced at it and said slowly, "I saw it, so what?"

"This... this happened during a live stream! If I hadn't been strong enough, anyone else would have definitely caused a live stream mishap."

"Yes, that's why I made you my assistant. Do you have any objections?"

No, no.

"Is the thing below still usable? Should I call a doctor?"

"It should be fine, just rub it."

"Then get to work quickly."

"Okay, okay."

With a feeling that "something's not quite right," Mantou returned to the camera's view, quickly composed herself, and continued Lulu's words, "Sister Lulu, does that mean this God-Sealing Platform is already three hundred years old?"

"Yes and no. The surrounding stands were indeed built by the Battle God three hundred years ago, but the history of the God-Sealing Platform can be traced back to the Holy War a thousand years ago. It is said that this place was originally a mountain range without any canyons. Because of the Holy Sword's strike, this great rift was opened up, and the Demon God was eventually suppressed under this God-Sealing Platform. Of course, it's all just a legend, without any factual evidence."

After quickly introducing the background, Lulu immediately steered the conversation back to the competition. "Alright, the draw for the semi-finals is about to begin. The four teams that have advanced are Linked Mountains University Martial Arts Club, Glacier Martial Arts School Hall, Linked Mountains Medical and Martial University Martial Arts Club, and Linked Mountains University Second Martial Arts Club. Wow, just looking at this list, you can tell that Linked Mountains University is the biggest winner this year, with two teams advancing to the semi-finals. This is unprecedented! But will they be able to have the last laugh? Which two teams will secure their tickets to the national competition? Let's wait and see."

Each of the four teams sent a representative to the stage to draw lots. Under the watchful eyes of many, the final grouping results were as follows: in the first round, the Linked Mountains University Martial Arts Club would face off against the Martial Arts Club of Linked Mountains Medical and Martial University, Glacier Martial Arts School would face off against the Linked Mountains University Second Martial Arts Club.

"Tch, they got an extra day."

Ke Chajing pouted, not very satisfied with the draw results.

Si Ming comforted him, "We've come this far. Teaching the Martial Arts Club a lesson is just a side task. The championship is our goal. If we make revenge our objective, then our vision is too narrow."

"Well said!" Ke Chajing was very pleased with this. "I'll leave today's match to you. I need to conserve my energy and prepare for tomorrow's battle."

Hu Jixian said, "Don't just think about tomorrow. Today's opponent is no pushover. The Glacier Martial Arts School advanced with a perfect 3-0 record in the first two rounds. If you're careless, you might suffer an unexpected defeat."

Si Ming looked towards the direction of Glacier Martial Arts School and saw that their lineup was quite professional. They not only had team flags and emblems, but also slogans and a cheerleading squad composed of handsome men and beautiful women. After all, although Glacier Martial Arts School only won the national qualification ticket as a dark horse last year, it is an old brand that has participated in the Martial Dao League every year. However, it usually stops at the top eight. It suddenly rose to prominence last year when some experts joined.