Ming Capital

Ming Capital.

The soul-guided train slowed to a halt at the platform.

The doors opened, and passengers carrying various pieces of luggage filed out one after another.

"Is this the Ming Capital of today?"

A man and two women stepped off the train.

A strange force seemed to exist around them, isolating them from the other pedestrians and leaving a clear space in their wake.

The handsome young man surveyed his surroundings with great interest.

The cold, elegant woman beside him spoke softly, introducing him to some details about the current Ming Capital.

As for the little girl, she stood with her arms crossed, her face wearing a detachment that didn't belong to her age, much like a little adult.

The three were Leng Hanyuan, Leng Yaozhu, and Gu Yue.

Shrek Academy had agreed to the request.

The sparring match between Leng Hanyuan and Yun Ming would be broadcast live across the entire continent.

The location chosen for the broadcast was Ming Capital.

Thus, Leng Hanyuan had arrived in Ming Capital today.

As for Leng Yaozhu, she had come along as a guide for her ancestor.

As for Gu Yue, Leng Hanyuan didn't know why she had followed, but since it wasn't any trouble, he hadn't refused and had agreed to let her come.

"Your Excellency Mystic Phoenix, Your Excellency Heavenly Phoenix, and Miss Gu, welcome to Ming Capital."

No sooner had the three of them stepped out of the station than they saw a middle-aged man with a square face, dressed in a black suit, walk toward them.

He was followed by several other men in suits, each wearing the official badge of the Federation on their chests.

He took the initiative to extend his hand toward Leng Hanyuan:

"I am Wu Jie, the Administrator of Ming Capital. It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency."

Leng Hanyuan extended his hand and gave a light shake:

"You've worked hard."

"It is my duty," Wu Jie replied with a smile.

Ming Capital held a very special status within the Federation.

As the Administrator of Ming Capital, Wu Jie was the top official of the city and a major figure who carried weight throughout the entire Federation.

Generally speaking, even if distinguished guests arrived, it would not require him to personally greet them at the station.

However, Leng Hanyuan's status was extremely unique.

He was not only a Grand Elder of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda with the backing of the Phoenix Family, but also one of the individuals most valued by the Federation today.

Furthermore, his purpose for coming to Ming Capital this time was far from ordinary.

He was here to engage in a live-broadcasted sparring match, open to the entire continent, against the number one person on the continent, the Sky-Propping Douluo.

As the person in charge of Ming Capital, Wu Jie naturally had to handle this personally.

Under his guidance, the group boarded a stretched black sedan that had been waiting nearby.

The car started.

The Federation had originally arranged accommodations for Leng Hanyuan and his companions.

However, because the Phoenix Family had its own properties in Ming Capital, the final destination was changed to a hotel owned by the Phoenix Family in the city.

Wu Jie didn't say anything about this.

After all, there was nothing wrong with someone wanting to rest at their own family's property.

"Is this your first time in Ming Capital, Your Excellency Mystic Phoenix?"

In the car, Wu Jie took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Leng Hanyuan sat in his seat, one hand resting on the door frame, his gaze fixed on the window.

The scenery outside the window retreated rapidly as the vehicle moved.

"Not exactly."

"But it certainly feels quite unfamiliar now."

He replied casually.

Strictly speaking, Ming Capital was not actually very unfamiliar to Leng Hanyuan.

Ten thousand years ago, he had studied at the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Master Academy in Ming Capital.

It was just that after ten thousand years of change, Ming Capital was already completely different from what it had been back then.

Aside from still being called Ming Capital, there were not many features left that were the same as ten thousand years ago.

However, it would not be wrong to say that this was not his first time visiting Ming Capital.

After all, the Ming Capital of ten thousand years ago was also Ming Capital.

Not quite...

Wu Jie repeated Leng Hanyuan's words softly in his heart.

A faint glimmer flashed in the depths of his eyes, though it was unclear what he was thinking.

It was quickly masked, however, and his face returned to that gentle smile.

"In that case, how about I have someone show you around Ming Capital after your sparring session with the Sky-Propping Douluo?"

"No need."

Leng Hanyuan shook his head, declining the invitation.

"Little Yaozhu can show me around."

Little Yaozhu...

Wu Jie's facial muscles twitched stiffly.

After a moment of stunned silence, he realized who the "Little Yaozhu" in Leng Hanyuan's mouth referred to.

He cast a subtle glance at Leng Yaozhu, who was standing to the side.

Yet, this Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, who in Wu Jie's impression was extremely arrogant, showed no emotional reaction to Leng Hanyuan's form of address.

Her expression remained incredibly calm, as if everything were only natural.

Having captured this information, thoughts began to stir in Wu Jie's mind.

Perhaps the identity of this mysterious Mystic Phoenix, Your Excellency, was truly as incredible as the Federation had speculated internally.

Wu Jie's emotions did not escape Leng Hanyuan's eyes.

His Divine Origin Realm spiritual power could keenly capture any fluctuation of emotion.

However, he did not care.

Wu Jie or the Federation could speculate about his identity however they pleased.

From beginning to end, Leng Hanyuan had no intention of hiding his identity.

He suddenly spoke:

"How are things over at Shrek Academy?"

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Wu Jie was unaware that his musings were already laid bare before Leng Hanyuan.

He wore that formulaic smile on his face:

"Mystic Phoenix, Your Excellency, the Sky-Propping Douluo, Your Excellency, and the others are already waiting at the venue."

"All the major media outlets have arrived and are just waiting for us."

"Oh." Leng Hanyuan nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Seeing this, Wu Jie very tactfully chose not to continue the conversation and kept his mouth shut.

The black stretch limousine slowly came to a halt in front of a massive plaza.

Various devices had been set up on all sides.

Soul guidance devices were also suspended in the sky.

These were the equipment brought by the media outlets here to broadcast the event.

The mysterious Grand Elder of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda was going to spar with the continent's number one, the Sky-Propping Douluo; the weight of this news was beyond doubt.

Clearly, no reputable media outlet would pass up such a hot topic.

As for why a plaza was chosen instead of a Great Spirit Arena, the reason was simple.

The strength of Leng Hanyuan and Yun Ming was too terrifying.

A battle at the quasi-god level was something a Great Spirit Arena could not withstand.

Even the most top-tier Great Spirit Arena in the world would be the same.

The domes, built from special materials, would be as fragile as flour under the shockwaves of a quasi-god level battle.

Therefore, the location was chosen to be this plaza.

There was no dome.

The battle would, in all likelihood, take place in the sky.

This was also the reason why there were so many aerial filming devices present.

The arrival of the black stretch limousine caused the reporters who had been waiting for a long time to swarm forward like wild dogs catching the scent of blood.

All sorts of cameras and microphones were aimed at the car door, and a barrage of interview questions were already on the tips of their tongues.

However, the Federation officials had clearly anticipated this situation.

As the reporters surged forward, Federation staff who had been standing by already formed a defensive line, keeping the reporters at bay to prevent them from getting too close.