I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 897 A Galaxy of Stars
The elite geniuses from both factions on each of the proof platforms fought fiercely. In no time, some were eliminated, and some died on the platform. They didn't even have time to admit defeat and jump off the platform.

Previously, when Chu Qianqian mentioned that this Dao Proving Conference had a rule of conceding defeat and leaving the stage, I felt that this rule was too lenient and lacked the style of the past Dao Proving Conferences where hundreds of paths competed fiercely, and it might not be able to stimulate everyone's potential.

The result was completely different from what was expected. The two sides were placed on the same platform, saving them the time of chasing and searching, and they no longer had the opportunity to take advantage of the environment. They could only engage in the most direct battle of wits.

It's obvious who's stronger and who's weaker; we can't afford to relax for a second.

Each Spiritual Rhinoceros Proving Platform is shrouded in a protective array, which ensures that the spells on the platform will not leak out. Unless the spiritual master inside voluntarily admits defeat or is knocked unconscious by the opponent and has no more fighting power, the protective array will not open. Thus, the person inside cannot jump off the platform, and even if they reach the edge, they will be blocked by the protective array.

That's why the first spiritualist to die at the Path of Enlightenment Conference happened—his opponent silenced him with magic, preventing him from admitting defeat, and he realized he couldn't leave the arena, while his opponent's killing move was already upon him.

The ink-pounding boy outside, who had taken their names, became one with the death of that person, the loser's name merging into the winner's, and the characters of the ink-pounding boy all grew larger.

This scene left the spiritual masters, who had previously harbored a glimmer of hope, both shocked and relieved. Fortunately, the path to enlightenment required an invitation; otherwise, their trip would not have been about gaining fame, but rather about adding ink to the names of true geniuses.

"Fried peanuts, roasted melon seeds, candied hawthorn, Linghuazhai's special Qinghua dew, Aunt Feng's Tianshou juice, Xiaopang's fancy wedding candies... Would you like some? They're delicious but not cheap, yet absolutely worth the price. These are local specialties that you can't buy anywhere else. Whether you eat them yourself or keep them to give as gifts and resell, they're both impressive and profitable."

Lin Lanlan, who was captivated by the exciting and brutal battles on the various demonstration platforms, suddenly heard a shout full of street vendor's charm. She didn't intend to pay attention to it at first, but then she saw Wu Daoming beside her make a move.

Seeing Wu Daoming looking in a certain direction, she also looked over.

Not far away, a chubby little boy was pushing a small four-wheeled cart, enthusiastically promoting food and drinks to the surrounding spirit masters. He was so lifelike that he didn't seem like a ghost story at all.

That's right.

Lin Lanlan recognized it; this was yet another of the infamous ghost stories from Eternal Dreamland.

"Only a fool would buy what they sell; they might choke to death after eating it," Lin Lanlan muttered under her breath.

Wu Daoming heard this and his eyes widened in surprise for a moment.

Lin Lanlan noticed his gaze and asked curiously, "Junior brother, it's Little Fatty. Wedding candy sounds like a good thing, but in reality, those who get scammed are doomed. You haven't forgotten that, have you?"

Wu Daoming said, "I know."

After thinking for a moment, Lin Lanlan believed she understood the reason for Wu Daoming's strange reaction and said, "Junior Brother thought of Shi Wu because of it? It's been three years. The magic weapon you left with Shi Wu should have been completed by now. You can take this opportunity to find it."

Wu Daoming opened his mouth, but didn't tell Lin Lanlan that his magic weapon... had actually been obtained through a special opportunity long ago, but it was inconvenient to tell others about that opportunity, so he had kept it a secret all this time.

"Oh? Guest, what a coincidence, I remember you."

Suddenly, a voice joined their conversation.

Lin Lanlan was startled to see that the chubby boy who had been standing not far away had come to her side.

It smiled at Wu Daoming and said to him in a familiar tone, "Good things are always kept for our own people. Take a look and buy whatever you like. It's limited for others. If it weren't for the fact that I like you..."

Lin Lanlan: "..."

She didn't believe a single word the monster said. She figured her junior brother wouldn't believe it either… Then, she stared in astonishment as Wu Daoming took out his magic pouch and bought everything from the little fat man's cart.

Lin Lanlan had a general idea of ​​Wu Daoming's assets. After three years of saving, nearly half of them had been swindled away by Xiao Pang.

"Junior brother, you..." Lin Lanlan thought that Wu Daoming was doing this because he didn't want to cause trouble, and wanted to tell him not to worry, since the kings were still sitting on the thrones.

Wu Daoming put all the local specialties with the prefix into his Ruyi Pouch, and then distributed snacks such as peanuts, melon seeds, and candied hawthorns to his fellow disciples, saying, "Linghua Zhai's snacks are made differently from those in Lingzhou. Try the new flavors."

After he finishes speaking, you can take a packet to eat first.

Seeing his enthusiasm, his fellow students and fellow disciples, even just to give him face, decided to try it themselves.

Upon tasting it, I found that the flavors were indeed quite good. The peanuts and melon seeds were crispy and fragrant, the candied hawthorn was sweet but not cloying, and the snacks called potato chips and rice puffs also had different flavors.

The key point is that these snacks are packaged in small jars, making them convenient to hold and eat. Even people who initially planned to take a bite and put it away end up eating them while watching the sermon.

A little girl ate quickly and finished her food in no time. She only realized what was happening after she had emptied her hands. Then she looked at the empty oil paper packet in her hand and hesitated for a moment. Should she throw it away or put it into her lucky bag first?

She wasn't a particularly outstanding elite disciple, and she had saved up for quite a while before buying the Ruyi Pouch. It was filled with things she cherished, and she was reluctant to put trash in it.

But just throwing it on the ground doesn't seem like a good idea?

If it were the territory of an ordinary spirit master, she wouldn't have this feeling, but the ground beneath her feet was fused with the spirit creature, Dianlingxi, giving her a strange feeling that she was defiling the spirit.

While she was still hesitating, she suddenly saw a fellow student next to her throw the empty can on the ground.

A few seconds after the jar hit the ground, one after another, translucent bubbles emerged, enveloping and swallowing the jar. Two smaller bubbles gurgled up from a larger bubble, as if they were staring at the senior who threw the jar, which made the little girl who saw it get a shiver.

Although she didn't know what kind of strange object the foam was, the little girl instinctively felt that it was no good, so she quickly stuffed the oil paper package into her lucky bag.

"Junior brother, aren't you going to the Proving Platform?" Lin Lanlan, who was clearly wary of eating the snacks sold by Little Fatty but couldn't stop eating them, remembered that Wu Daoming was also on the sect's recommended list and was qualified to go to the Proving Platform. "Even if he can't be made a marquis, it's still a chance to become famous for a hundred years."

Wu Daoming shook his head and said, "The Centennial Dao Proving Conference is essentially a stage for the nine Sons of Heaven. In the past, there were very few Sons of Heaven, which was understandable. But this time... especially the generation of Bookworm Hou, there were four Sons of Heaven, an unprecedented number. The remaining people are also all exceptionally talented, comparable to the Sons of Heaven in previous generations. This phenomenon is like a sign of a bountiful year recorded in ancient books. In such a time of abundant talent and fierce competition, those who could be considered geniuses in the past will only pale in comparison to those who are truly destined for greatness."

Lin Lanlan listened so intently that she forgot to eat her snacks; her expression was complex, filled with many emotions.

Wu Daoming had long since come to terms with it, and felt neither jealousy nor resentment. He was a genius whose brilliance was overshadowed by people like Mi Bayue. However, this was only in comparison to Mi Bayue and the others. If compared to ordinary spiritual masters, he was still someone who made those people jealous and feel that heaven was unfair.

“However, Junior Brother is also one of the stars among these abundant stars. Even if he cannot compare with the bright moon, he can still reach the top of the sky and be admired by others,” Lin Lanlan said earnestly.

Wu Daoming was taken aback, then suddenly realized something and smiled at Lin Lanlan, "Senior Sister is right."

He put away the snacks and walked towards the entrance of the platform.

(End of this chapter)