Dignity Lies Only upon the Sword's Edge, and Truth Only within the Range of Cannons

Continuing from the previous chapter:

Thump thump thump—

Just as everyone was enthusiastically discussing Wu Tong and his group, several sounds of tapping on the table suddenly came from behind them.

Upon hearing the sound, everyone immediately turned around and saw the young Daoist priest in charge of registration staring at them with a rather displeased expression, his hand still tapping.

Upon seeing this, everyone immediately understood who had made the sound.

"Dear lay Buddhists, time is still a bit tight, so please register as soon as possible and do not affect those who register later."

"Okay, okay..."

Upon hearing the young Daoist priest's urging, everyone immediately realized that their current environment was not very suitable for discussing these things.

He nodded vigorously, chuckling as he agreed.

"I really didn't expect this. Although I had guessed that everyone would be very popular, I was still a little surprised to see it."

Gu Ruoli looked at the crowd ahead, who were registering but still staring fervently at her, and said with some emotion.

After expressing her feelings, Gu Ruoli then turned her gaze to March 7th and teased him:

"Haha, Little March, how does it feel to be Daming?"

"Um... it doesn't feel very good. Although I don't care about being talked about, there are just too many people doing this. And some of the things they say are really annoying."

Feeling the surrounding discussions, March 7th said with a slight loss of interest.

"Of course, celebrities are like that, it's quite normal."

Gu Ruoli offered some words of comfort upon hearing March 7th's words.

"Why did we forget to have everyone change their clothes? This situation is a bit too... attention-grabbing."

Zhang Chulan, standing to the side, felt the eager gazes coming from ahead and couldn't help but feel a little amused and exasperated.

This way of making his entrance is completely contrary to his original intention of blending into the crowd.

Moreover, with only a dozen or so people involved, such a heated discussion has already been sparked. Zhang Chulan simply cannot imagine what it would be like to see thousands of people discussing the people next to him when they arrive at the arena tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan's face couldn't help but turn bitter.

"Haha, let nature take its course. Anyway, the purpose was to make our identities known to the public, so revealing them in advance isn't a bad thing."

Xiao Yan saw through Zhang Chulan's thoughts, smiled, patted his shoulder, and comforted him.

"Yeah, when the competition starts, they'll know we're not cosplayers. That way, we can show off to the people sent from above and let them know we're one of ours, and that we're protecting them."

"I suppose once they learn about the anime and games related to us, they'll know what to do."

Rimuru also strongly agreed with Xiao Yan's suggestion.

Since learning about the future of his world, Rimuru has come to understand that dignity lies only on the edge of a sword, and Truth only within the range of cannon fire.

Only when you have sufficient strength are you qualified to engage in diplomacy and negotiations with powerful forces.

This is also Rimuru's true inner thought after he realized that the monsters in his village would be slaughtered in the future.

Strength is like nuclear weapons; I may not use it, but I absolutely cannot be without it.

"Yeah, flexing your muscles helps you negotiate better."

Gabriel said without looking up as she played a game on her phone.

She has a deep understanding of this as well.

Why do you think their world is so peaceful?

It's because in their world, Heaven has always suppressed Hell.

Do you think the reason why hell doesn't rebel is because they're afraid?

No, it's because their own strength is inferior to that of Heaven, so even if they have such thoughts, they can only suppress them in their hearts and dare not express them.

The others nodded in agreement upon hearing this, seemingly quite in agreement with the idea.

"Alright, alright, let's talk about this later, it'll be our turn soon."

Just then, Wu Tong interrupted the conversation and strode after the people who had registered.

Registration for the Grand Rite of Luo Tian is not particularly complicated; it only requires submitting paperwork and filling out some information for registration.

Then you can go back and wait for tomorrow's draw to determine your starting lineup and begin the match.

The formalities are necessary to verify the identity of the person coming. Almost anyone without any major problems can register.

The checks are a bit strict, but only in this way can we minimize the entry of people with ill intentions.

If people like the Quanxing sect were to sign up for the Grand Rite of Luo Tian at Mount Longhu, the situation would become incredibly chaotic.

Even so, the registration process for one person takes only a few dozen seconds at most.

So the registration process was actually very fast. Although there were still more than a dozen people who hadn't registered, it only took ten minutes before it was Wu Tong's turn to register.

"Xuanguan Junior, I'll leave the registration for Brother Tong and the others to you."

Zhang Chulan smiled and said to the young Daoist priest who was sitting at the registration desk, registering people for registration.

For safety reasons, Zhang Zhiwei and his group of older folks forbade Zhang Chulan from going down the mountain. So, out of boredom, Zhang Chulan became acquainted with the Daoist priests on the mountain.

In addition, Zhang Chulan's status as someone favored by the Old Celestial Master made him very popular on Mount Longhu.

So during his time on Mount Longhu, this kid really thrived.

"Senior Brother Chu Lan, don't worry. The Grand Grandmaster has instructed that the people you brought can register directly without any formalities."

Although the young Daoist priest acted swiftly and decisively, he was actually very gentle in nature. He nodded in agreement to Zhang Chulan's words.

He then lowered his head and continued processing the registration matters.

Before long, it was Wu Tong's turn to sign up.

Following the example of the previous person, Wu Tong took the form and pen handed to him by the young Daoist priest and began to fill it out while lying on the table.

Name, gender, age, place of origin, address...

After completing a series of information registrations, Wu Tong handed the form in his hand to the waiting young Daoist priest.

After the young Daoist priest confirmed that everything was alright, Wu Tong took the wooden plaque that the priest handed him again.

He slowly moved to the side and mingled with Zhongli and his group who were waiting for everyone, turning his head to watch the others register.

Upon closer inspection, Wu Tong realized that quite a few people in the group behind him were also registering to participate in the Grand Rite of Luo Tian.