Who Cares Whether It's Real or Fake!
"What's going on? The name can actually change?"
Faced with this change, many people showed expressions of astonishment. Others, however, struggled to recall, quickly realizing what was happening, and gave that name a deep look:
Qian Guiyi.
"This must be the true name of the ruler of the Great Qian Ancient Kingdom, right? It seems that the name he wrote earlier was just something he randomly picked out."
"But how could the Desolate Ancient Emperor Stele actually correct this name? What kind of method is this? Or... is someone manipulating things behind the scenes?"
While everyone was puzzled, Li Baimei, who was not far away, showed even less excitement. At this moment, his gaze was fixed on the two names on the Desolate Ancient Emperor Stele:
"Guiyi" has risen to first place, while he has fallen to second.
Although the order of the inscriptions is not indicated, the top-to-bottom arrangement is hard not to make one think.
At this moment, the pen in Qian Guiyi's hand disappeared. He turned his head, looked at Li Baimei, and transmitted his voice:
"Your Desolate Ancient Emperor Stele... it's obviously a fake."
Li Baimei snapped out of her daze, glanced at Qian Guiyi, and nodded. "It's good that you know."
Qian Guiyi laughed and said nothing more. He then turned his gaze to the Pavilion Master of the Northern Nether Pavilion not far away and transmitted his voice:
"What, aren't you going to give it a try?"
As the voice transmission ended, Lu Xun, the Northern Nether Pavilion, stepped forward to the Desolate Ancient Emperor Stele. However, he did not rush forward, but first glanced at Li Baimei and smiled:
"I just heard them say 'unprecedented,' and even 'unparalleled.' But now it seems that this 'next one' has come a bit too quickly."
After saying that, he stood in front of the Desolate Ancient Emperor Stele.
Qian Guiyi naturally understood why Lu Xun said that. His gaze seemed to be focused on the Emperor Stele, but in reality, all his attention was on Li Baimei —he was very curious whether Li Baimei could still remain calm after being provoked like this.
The familiar process ended once again. As before, seven-colored light emerged, then dissipated, transforming into a chaotic mass of light and shadow, which condensed into a brush and appeared in Lu Xun's hand.
Lu Xun held the pen but did not move.
Time passed slowly, and soon, everyone became somewhat puzzled.
"Does this mean you're unwilling to leave your name even for such an opportunity?"
Some people shook their heads quietly, while others sighed with emotion, "Great masters are indeed different. If it were me, I would have written it ten or eight times by now."
Not only were the onlookers puzzled, but even most of the members of the Northern Nether Pavilion didn't understand why their leader was so slow to act.
Just then, the pen in Lu Xun's hand suddenly disappeared.
A name, written in illegible handwriting, resembling a child's scribbles, appeared on the Desolate Ancient Emperor Stele.
Lu Xun.
This is the real name of the Pavilion Master of the Northern Nether Pavilion. However, this name does not appear at the very top, but rather between "Qian Guiyi" and "Li Baimei".
This situation immediately led everyone present to two conclusions:
First, once you receive the "name left" evaluation, regardless of whether you leave your name or not, or whether the name you leave is your real name, it will eventually appear on the Desolate Ancient Emperor Stele;
Secondly, the order in which these names are arranged probably also represents some kind of meaning.
"So, among the three, the ruler of the Great Qian Ancient Kingdom is actually the strongest?" someone speculated.
A bystander glanced at the speaker and reminded him, "This kind of evaluation may not only refer to strength; it may also include other factors. But in any case, ranking higher is always better."
At this moment, Lu Xun withdrew his gaze from the Desolate Ancient Emperor Stele. His voice rang in Qian Guiyi's ear, still that familiar question:
Do you believe it?
Qian Guiyi didn't rush to answer, but instead asked, "And what about you?"
Lu Xun said, "To be honest, I'm starting to believe it. If this is also a trick by the Li Clan, then what exactly is Li Baimei trying to achieve? Is he trying to flatter us to our death?"
Upon hearing Qian Guiyi suddenly laughed, "Whether it's true or false, judging from the public's reaction now, even if it's false, it should be true."
After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled, reaching a consensus once again.
It must be said that at this time, the name "Li Baimei" was still quite convincing—there's no such thing as too much truth or falsehood. As long as it brings benefits and advantages, then it's real.
"Everyone who was supposed to go has gone, so next... shouldn't it be the Sword Hall's turn?" Lu Xun turned his head and looked towards the Sword Hall.
Everyone looked in that direction.
"Wherever there are people, there is a social hierarchy. Who would have thought that if we can't compare colors, we can even compare who came first?"
"Then let me see... where my name will be placed?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Xu Tianmiao, the Sword Hall, had already arrived before the Desolate Ancient Emperor Stele.
As the fog dissipated, the seven-colored light reappeared.
Xu Tianmiao gazed calmly at the Emperor Stele. After a moment, the seven-colored light transformed into chaotic light and shadow, and then turned into the brush that everyone was already familiar with.
"Not bad," Xu Tianmiao said softly, then raised his hand and wrote his name neatly.
All eyes were fixed on the Desolate Ancient Emperor Stele, where the three characters "Xu Tianmiao" landed steadily below the name "Li Baimei" after a flash of light.
Seeing this, the anticipation on the faces of the disciples from the Sword Hall vanished, and their excitement was nowhere to be seen. On the other hand, many members of the Li Clan breathed a sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from their hearts.
Xu Tianmiao turned around, looked at Li Baimei, and shrugged:
"Now we're in the same boat."
Li Baimei nodded but didn't say much more. He simply said, "It seems the names on this Desolate Ancient Emperor Stele are indeed arranged in order, and even if they are written incorrectly or not at all, their true names will eventually be revealed. In that case, everyone should have a general idea of the overall strength of our Human Race."
He paused, his voice rising slightly:
"If those powerful Beast Race could also test this object, the true extent of the gap between Human Race and Beast Race would become crystal clear."
Qian Guiyi almost immediately took over the conversation, raising his voice:
"If the Beast Race are no worse than our Human Race, then the Human Emperor's considerations back then were very farsighted; if they are not as good as our Human Race... then we can take advantage of our Human Race's strengths to completely solve this problem."
Looking at Qian Guiyi, everyone suddenly felt a pang of emotion:
This Desolate Ancient Emperor Stele is indeed a valuable item. Its name is placed first, and now it seems as if the Great Qian Ancient Kingdom is about to take over this matter.
Li Baimei glanced at Qian Guiyi but did not reply.
At this moment, Qian Guiyi continued speaking, his tone gentle:
"Little Luo, how much do you know about this Desolate Ancient Emperor Stele?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Zhen snapped out of his reverie and immediately replied respectfully, "My knowledge is also limited; for more... I'm afraid we'll have to ask you seniors to test it yourselves."
"It's alright." Qian Guiyi waved his hand, his voice ringing out clearly:
"Your willingness to bring out these items to help fulfill the Human Emperor's wish demonstrates your deep respect and commitment to Human Emperor legacy. With such dedication, how could you possibly be absent from the Human Emperor Hall?"
He paused, then looked around at the crowd:
"Do you all think that this Little Luo... truly deserves a place in the Human Emperor Hall?"