Why do I have so many masters?

Could this be destiny?

The so-called fate law?

With a sigh, Tuoba Yue felt a wave of helplessness rising within.

The foreign Han man bowed and after saying yes, lowered the cart curtain, his eyes perusing the bustling crowd while a breath remained stifled in his chest.

Fufeng County City, was there always this many people?

Why hadn’t he noticed before?!

The whip in his hand cracked sharply in the air, but his carriage moved forward at a pace slower than that of a toddling child, filling the robust man with a sense of frustration he had never experienced before.

It seemed as if he heard a crisp sound by his ear.

............

"Hahaha, who else will come up, who dares to fight me!"

The competitors in the field had already been switched out several times.

Such competitions between martial artists were actually to showcase the martial spirit of the county to the Imperial Family and they certainly couldn’t last very long. Compared to a real fierce battle, how to display the gracefulness of a martial artist was truly the most important thing.

Every victor would receive cheers and applause from the crowd.

Above them, the Imperial Grandson watched with a downward gaze, while below, martial artists clashed freely and fiercely.

A hundred musicians played without cease, their elegant music resounding with majesty and grandeur.

Peace reigned with music and dance.

No wine was necessary to intoxicate the citizens of the entire city, enough to make Fufeng County City drunk, with the Imperial Grandson sitting in the highest place, watching people everywhere below feeling tense yet without revealing the slightest bit, he swallowed secretly and let out a breath, then tilted his head toward the person next to him, whispering with a slight laugh,

"It seems, nothing will happen today."

The Great Eunuch beside him smiled in response, but his heart somewhat dismissed the sentiment.

The feeling had no foundation, but it persisted in his heart, never fading away.

That person’s offspring, if nothing happens, it’s something that feels unfamiliar...

However, until the very end, nothing happened. Yan Ling’s brow furrowed, but the Great Eunuch felt somewhat uncomfortable, as if a punch had been thrown into thin air.

This match was about to end. The historian beside him readied his brush, preparing to record this event, yet felt a headache developing, not knowing what to write about before this. A rainbow in the sky? An exotic beast on the road?

There must always be some anomalies, otherwise how to highlight the majesty of the Royal Family, how to highlight the destiny that belongs to the Imperial Grandson?

Just at this moment, a discordant sound suddenly reached his ears.

It was the sound of a ding.

However, it was different from the elegant music played below, more grand and powerful.

Yan Ling’s eyebrows slightly furrowed. Coming from a noble clan, though tactiturn, he dabbled in arts like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and naturally, he could discern this discordant note, but did not take it as anything serious, assuming it to be a musician who had unfortunately made a mistake that should never have been made at such an important occasion.

The sound rose again.

Even more magnificent!

This time, even the common folks sensed it, withdrawing their gaze from the final martial contest, whispering to each other, causing the once peaceful scene to stir with various noises.

The Imperial Grandson sitting in the highest place slightly furrowed his brow.

What had happened?

But the sound, at that moment, seemed so faint to him, and moreover, it had sounded only once. Yet for some reason, he felt an unusual concern in his heart. For the dignity of the great Qin Imperial Family, he showed no signs of disturbance, but listened intently.

But that sound seemed to be only his own illusion.

He could still only hear the Qin elegant music to which he had become all too accustomed.

Li Changxing felt this was somewhat tedious, and as he refocused on the last scene that was ending, he felt an unspoken relief within.

Finally, it was about to end...

Dong!!!

Just at that moment, the mighty sound of the ding exploded, its force nearly shaking the brain of the Imperial Grandson Li Changxing into a blank slate, as if many previous iterations had gathered strength and now, with no hint of concealment, rolled across the sky like a tiger’s roars and a dragon’s chants, completely overpowering the music played by the three hundred musicians below.

The historian’s hand trembled slightly.

A drop of ink from his brush fell heavy, leaving a stark mark on the scroll in his hand, but he didn’t care, or rather, some other event had completely captured his attention.

The historian’s complexion turned pale at first, and then flushed with excitement.

A ding sound that could overpower a hundred musicians playing together!

That, that is...

Yu Wenze, who had maintained a stern face, changed his expression suddenly, standing up hastily and drawing the eyes of those around him. He turned to look in the direction of the Fu Character Tower, his eyes sharp as blade edges, and said gravely,

"Who is challenging the tower!!"

He made no attempt to disguise his voice, or rather, for some reason, Yu Wenze intentionally let his voice carry a penetrating quality, resonating beside the ears of the many commoners.

Like a boulder smashing into water, it churned up huge waves.

The martial arts field in Fufeng City, which had drawn countless onlookers, instantly fell silent, only the music of the hundred musicians still playing, and, somehow, it sounded even more feeble and breathless.

Yan Ling’s eyes widened slightly, a thought emerged in his mind, shocking himself greatly. But another emotion accompanying it made his blood race, and his body tremble uncontrollably.

The Great Qin’s Fu Character Tower.