Handing Out Flyers

Suotuo City was a major city, known as the granary of the Balak Kingdom. Carriages and pedestrians streamed endlessly through its gates.

Ye Fan looked at the towering city gate ahead and felt as though he were visiting a tourist attraction. After following the merchant caravan into Suotuo City, Ye Fan left on his own.

While with the caravan, Ye Fan had presented himself as a young man hoping to make something of himself in a big city. He got along well with the people in the caravan and, with help from several experienced individuals, had already figured out Suotuo City's general layout. He knew exactly which areas belonged to nobles and which belonged to commoners.

According to the arrangements the three of them had made earlier, Xiao Yan was supposed to be the main force behind this operation. After all, Ye Fan was currently just an ordinary person and had little ability to resist Soul Masters. Since Xiao Yan had not arrived, Ye Fan could only handle it himself.

After the exhausting journey, Ye Fan decided to rest first. He found a cheap hotel and rented a room.

Three days later, Ye Fan returned to his hotel room dejectedly. He had not found any chance to hand out the papers at all. Weren't these Soul Masters supposed to rest at night? Why was it even livelier at night than during the day?

But he had no intention of giving up. He still had another method.

[Xiao Yan: @Ye Fan, haven't you reached Suotuo City yet?]

[Ye Fan: I'm here.]

[Chen Yu: What's the situation now?]

[Ye Fan: Right now, I...]

Ye Fan explained what he had discovered and the method he planned to use.

[Chen Yu: I'll give you some more Gold Soul Coins. Have fun.]

[Ye Fan: No need. I still have a few Gold Soul Coins on me.]

After speaking with the two of them, Ye Fan went out and bought himself a new outfit, as well as a mask. Then he headed toward the liveliest place in the city.

Ye Fan stood before a hundred-meter-tall building. This structure was the Great Soul Arena, renowned across the continent.

Over the past three days, Ye Fan had not merely been thinking about where to hand out flyers. He had also investigated the powers within the city. This Great Soul Arena was especially unique and was also the most suitable place for him to distribute flyers.

Entering the Great Soul Arena, Ye Fan casually found a seat and looked toward the arena.

A one-on-one match was underway. One contestant possessed a long staff Tool Martial Soul, while the other had a black cat Beast Martial Soul.

The two fought fiercely and evenly, making Ye Fan's blood boil. He wanted to go down and have a fight himself.

[ Ding, Ye Fan has started a live stream. Other group members may enter the Live Stream Room and communicate through bullet comments. ]

Ye Fan: Everyone, come take a look at the battles in the Douluo World.

Chen Yu: So this is the Great Soul Arena? Pretty spectacular.

Zhang Sanfeng: This old Taoist has broadened his horizons.

Huang Rong: How exciting.

Yan Lingji: That beast transformation is quite interesting.

Chen Yu: That's Martial Soul Possession, not beast transformation. Watch your wording.

Huang Rong: Chen Yu, if you merged with Little Black, would you turn into a turtle?

Yan Lingji: The one in the arena didn't turn into a cat, so he definitely wouldn't turn into a turtle.

Xiao Yan: ?

Lu Xueqi: Turtle claws?

Ye Fan: Turtle shell?

Chen Yu: You all...

Chen Yu, who was resting on his bed, twitched at the corner of his mouth. Was the match not good enough? Why were they all discussing his Martial Soul Possession?

Come to think of it, he was rather curious what he would look like with Martial Soul Possession too.

Chen Yu did not join their discussion and instead watched the Great Soul Arena match seriously.

Opportunities like this were rare. Nuoding City did not have a Great Soul Arena. If he missed this chance, he would have to wait several more years to see one again.

After the match ended, Ye Fan wandered around with the live stream open. It was his first time here, so naturally he was curious.

The later matches included two-on-two battles as well as team fights, and everyone seemed to lose all sense of time.

More than three hours passed before they knew it. When Ye Fan left the Great Soul Arena, he was still discussing the exciting matches with everyone.

Over the next few days, Ye Fan came to the Great Soul Arena every day. Whenever he entered, he started a live stream, and Chen Yu and the others would watch whenever they had time.

After watching many matches, Ye Fan began placing bets whenever contestants he knew were fighting. Perhaps because he had a talent for combat, every bet he placed was successful. The Gold Soul Coins in his possession gradually increased, and he now had several hundred of them, making Chen Yu immensely envious.

Later, the people Ye Fan knew stopped appearing in matches, so his bets began to have both wins and losses. Still, he was winning overall.

In his hotel room, Ye Fan stood by the window and watched the bustle outside. He muttered, "I've been in the Douluo World for a month already. It's time to go back."

Carrying his pack, he left his room, checked out at the front desk, and headed outside.

The moment he stepped out of the hotel, he felt several gazes settle on him. He had no choice; he had no storage equipment, and all his money was in the pack on his body. Naturally, that attracted the attention of some unsavory people.

That was why he had deliberately stayed near the Great Soul Arena, so those people would not become desperate and attack him. The Great Soul Arena had quite a reputation, and few people dared cause trouble nearby.

He entered the Great Soul Arena again and rented a private room at the very edge. The area near the room's door was hidden from all sight, so no one would see the portal appear there.

It was eight or nine in the evening, the busiest time at the Great Soul Arena.

The Great Soul Arena was filled with all sorts of people, including members of every major faction. As long as he threw the papers down from here, the information written on them would quickly reach all the major powers.

Over the past month, Ye Fan had also learned something about the various factions of the Douluo Continent. Spirit Hall was unquestionably the number one power. Chen Yu actually dared to spread rumors about the Pope of Spirit Hall; his nerve was truly extraordinary.

There was also the scandalous family drama of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Clans. It would certainly leave countless people dumbfounded.

Ye Fan clenched his fist. "Sigh, an ordinary person can't even enjoy the show. After I go back, I'll continue looking for cultivators and try to get my parents cultivating before Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin arrives."

He had never considered cultivating himself. The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body required far too many resources.

[Ye Fan: @Xiao Yan, send the stuff over. I'm going to hand out the flyers.]

[Xiao Yan: It's finally starting.]

[Chen Yu: Looking forward to what happens next.]

[Ye Fan: I won't start a live stream this time. Once I toss the stuff out, I'm leaving.]

Ye Fan accepted the red packet Xiao Yan had transmitted. Inside was Ye Fan's backpack, filled with the rumor materials he had printed before coming here.

All he had to do was throw the contents of the backpack out the window, and then it would have nothing to do with him anymore.

A two-on-two match was taking place in the arena. Ye Fan knew both sides in this match as well. If he had not had business to handle today, he truly would have wanted to place another bet. The Gold Soul Coins in his hands might have doubled or tripled.

Since he had decided to return, Ye Fan did not hesitate. He communicated with the Chat Group. "Return."

A Light Gate appeared beside him. Ye Fan swiftly threw the contents of his backpack out the window, then rushed into the Light Gate without looking back. His figure vanished in an instant.

When Ye Fan disappeared, the audience downstairs was staring dumbfoundedly at the papers fluttering through the air.

Who was bold enough to cause trouble in the Great Soul Arena? Nothing like this had happened in many years.

Some curious spectators caught the papers. Once they saw what was written on them, their expressions changed drastically.

Were these things really something people like them were allowed to know? Would they be silenced afterward?