blogombal Chapter 118 Bao'er wants to eat the sacred fire
Chapter 118 Bao'er wants to eat the sacred fire
"Is this some kind of monkey trying to start a fire? Are you kidding me?"
"And... this torchbearer selection is way too casual, isn't it?"
Lu Jin's lips twitched violently:
"Is there no one else on Longhu Mountain? Are you sending a monkey to light a fire?"
"This is called returning to nature."
Tian Jinzhong shouted triumphantly from the stage:
"Great Sage! Go! Show them what you've got!"
The Great Sage ran to the center of the field.
Stand below the "Holy Fire Basin" in the middle.
The "Holy Fire Basin" is a huge bronze cauldron, the kind used in Longhu Mountain for tourists to burn incense. At this moment, it was placed on top of a flagpole more than ten meters high.
The Great Sage looked up and scratched his head.
It's too high; it would be beneath my dignity to climb up there.
It turned its head and looked at Wang Ye, who was dozing off in the players' seat.
"Squeak!" (Hey you! Time to get to work!)
Wang Ye groggily opened his eyes and saw the monkey pointing at him, then pointing at the sky.
"What? You want me to go up?" Wang Ye looked confused.
"You don't need to go up."
Su Wuxian, holding a microphone on stage, directed the audience:
"Master Wang, as the special technical advisor for this conference, could you please use your Feng Hou Qi Men to build a ladder for the Great Sage?"
"You need that...feeling of stepping on auspicious clouds, understand?"
Wang Ye's face turned green:
"Master Su! Are you using the Eight Extraordinary Skills like an elevator?!"
"If my master finds out, he'll expel me from the sect for the second time!"
"Add more money! Five hundred for this round!" Su Wuxian shouted.
"make a deal!"
Wang Ye instantly perked up.
He stood up, took a step, and the Qimen Dunjia formation instantly unfolded.
"The character '巽' (Xun) - Howling Wind!"
call--
A gentle yet powerful whirlwind rose from the ground, swirling up countless fallen leaves.
Under Wang Ye's exquisite micro-management, the fallen leaves actually formed a golden, spiraling "cloud path" in the air!
"Wow!!!"
"Old Wang's move was awesome!"
The audience gasped in surprise.
"This is Feng Hou Qi Men? It's so cool!"
"They can control the wind to this extent???"
The Great Sage looked at the "somersault cloud" and nodded in satisfaction.
It leaped into the air, stepping on the wind and fallen leaves, and walked step by step towards the sky.
The scene, accompanied by the background music, really gave off a feeling of the Monkey King riding the clouds.
"Great!" Zhang Chulan led the applause. "Master Wang is awesome! Monkey King is awesome!"
The Great Sage walked to the highest point and came to the bronze cauldron.
It raised the torch in its hand.
Only then did everyone realize!
What the hell is this? It's more like a giant carrot!
"Buzz!"
The next second, the golden flames on top of the carrot burned even more intensely.
That was the Qi fire ignited by Zhang Zhiwei secretly flicking a golden light spell backstage.
"squeak!"
The Great Sage threw the carrot into the cauldron.
"boom!!!"
Flames erupted!
But what came out wasn't ordinary smoke, but a rich... cumin lamb aroma.
"Um?"
Lu Jin sniffed:
"What's that smell? It smells so good!"
Su Wuxian explained on stage:
"Um... to avoid wasting energy, we buried a whole roasted lamb under the bonfire."
"We'll share the food after the closing ceremony."
The entire audience: "..."
What the hell is this whole roasted lamb?!
Is this sacred fire used for grilling?
"Alright! Light the Olympic flame!"
Ignoring the strange looks from everyone, Su Wuxian stood up and delivered his opening remarks:
"Fellow members of the supernatural world, friends."
"Today, we gather here not for anything else, but to prove one thing."
"Who is the most playful person in this world of supernatural beings?!"
"The rules for this conference are very simple:"
"First, any means may be used, including but not limited to sneak attacks, poisoning, and psychological attacks, but they cannot threaten the personal safety of others."
"Secondly, whoever gets angry loses."
"Third, the referee, that is, I, have the final right of interpretation."
"I hereby declare!"
Su Wuxian raised his hand:
"The First Extraordinary People's Fun Sports Meet Officially Begins!"
"All team members, please get ready. We are about to begin the first competition!"
As Su Wuxian finished speaking.
Countless pigeons were released.
The rich aroma of cumin-roasted lamb wafted through the air, filling the entire Longhu Mountain.
……
Longhu Mountain, the martial arts training ground on the back mountain.
As the "sacred flame" was lit, the atmosphere in the entire venue reached a climax.
The rich aroma, a blend of cumin, chili powder, and mutton fat, drifted on the mountain breeze, instantly transforming the once solemn arena into an open-air food stall.
Beside the podium.
Feng Baobao squatted under the flagpole, tilting her head back and staring intently at the bronze cauldron emitting blue smoke above her head, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.
She was holding a shovel and gesturing to indicate the height, seemingly calculating whether she could shake the cauldron down with a single shovel if she didn't climb a ladder.
"Sister Bao'er! Calm down! That's sacred fire! You can't eat it!"
Zhang Chulan clung tightly to Feng Baobao's leg, dragging her backward while he was covered in sweat.
"The advisor said we can only eat that after the closing ceremony! If we eat it now, we'll have to pay compensation!"
I don't believe it.
Feng Baobao's eyes were fixed on the point above:
"That sheep... it's calling me. It says it's cooked, and it'll burn if it's roasted any longer."
"It won't burn! The advisor sealed it with Qi, so it's kept at a constant temperature!"
It took Zhang Chulan a lot of persuasion to finally convince this old lady who wanted to "swallow the sacred fire alive".
……
The contestants' preparation area.
At this moment, the participants in the first event, "Object Obstacle Course," are warming up.
Although it was supposed to be a "fun" sports meet, once these extraordinary individuals' competitive spirit was ignited, they took it more seriously than anyone else.
The most eye-catching among them is Jia Zhengliang, who comes from the west.
He was dressed in a loose-fitting black and red tracksuit, his hair was slicked back, and he carried a sword case half his height on his back. He had made ample preparations for this, and was currently boasting to the person next to him:
"Hmph, I'm not bragging, but when it comes to controlling objects, everyone here is a noob."
"My Jia family's Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife is famous for its speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness! This kind of obstacle course is as easy for me as strolling through my own backyard."
"Yeah?"
A sarcastic voice came from the side.
Wang Zhenqiu, twirling a golden headband in his hand and with Sun Wukong's face painted on his face, grinned and approached:
"Master Jia, I heard that during the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, you were...
Wang Zhenqiu pointed to the distant Feng Shayan:
"You got five hundred yuan! And you were crying and calling for your mom, right, Jia Wubai?"
"you!!"
Jia Zhengliang's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red; this was the pain of his life.
"That was an accident! That damn thing... it was for love!"
"Today is different! Today is a race! When it comes to speed, my throwing knives have never been afraid of anyone!"
"I understand! Because of love~"
"Damn it, you weirdo, I'll kill you with one sword..."