Marvel Superheroes in China

silence.

After a long silence, Li Qiushui asked loudly, "Are you all here to attend the founding ceremony of the Xingyi School?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene became noisy:

"Master, we have come to become your disciples."

"I've come to become an apprentice and learn skills."

"I'm also here to learn from a master."

"I am attending the ceremony as a disciple."

"..."

A smile flickered in Li Qiushui's clear, autumn-water-like eyes as she continued, "First, I must state a few requirements: those over thirty years of age should leave. We only accept disciples under thirty."

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience erupted in uproar.

Countless people began to feel indignant, and those who were over the age limit felt as frustrated as if they had swallowed countless flies.

Those under thirty, however, breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted from their hearts.

Li Qiushui completely ignored everyone's reactions and continued, "Now, those who wish to become disciples, please stand up and enter through the side door. Those who are attending the ceremony, please enter through the main door."

After saying that, Li Qiushui turned and left.

After Li Qiushui left completely, everyone was in an uproar.

"It's so painful, I'm thirty-one years old."

"There's an age limit?"

"Isn't that obvious? Of course there are age limits for learning martial arts. Do you think this is some kind of hobby class?"

"I was just a hair's breadth away."

"Haha, luckily I'm 29, so I'm safe."

"I am now eligible to become an apprentice."

"Alright, let's eliminate some people first. I suspect there will be restrictions on taking on apprentices. Eliminating some now will reduce the competition later."

"..."

Amid the discussions, many people, though dissatisfied, dared not cause trouble before entering the gate, much less argue with Li Qiushui. They could only silently rise, sigh, and enter through the main gate to participate in the ceremony.

I knelt for so long for nothing...

Surprisingly, only about 800 people under the age of 30 remained.

As soon as the more than 800 people entered the side gate, they immediately encountered the White Queen. Many were shocked that the White Queen, an X-Men superhero, had also appeared here.

However, there was little surprise; everyone bowed and addressed her as "Senior Sister."

The White Queen smiled and looked at everyone: "Master said that the Xingyi Sect will only accept one hundred disciples in the first batch. So many of you are destined to be eliminated. The selection process will be handled by Senior Brother Li and me. I just want to ask you one question: do you really want to learn martial arts?"

As soon as the words were spoken, many people were initially nervous, then instantly erupted into a chaotic, excited shout:

“Heaven and earth can be used as lessons!”

"I really want to learn martial arts, please give me a chance, senior sister."

"I really want to learn martial arts!"

"I am serious."

"..."

The White Queen interrupted everyone: "From now on, each of you will register with me. After you're registered, you'll be responsible for greeting the guests who are about to arrive, and serving tea and water. Is that alright?"

Although everyone present was wealthy, noble, or had a certain reputation, at this moment, no one cared about such things. As long as they could learn martial arts, they would be willing to serve as servants.

As they were talking, Li Qiushui shouted from the main gate, "Governor Niu of Southwest Province has arrived."

There was silence.

Then, Wang Sicong darted out like lightning, rushed to the main gate, and bowed and scraped, saying, "Welcome, Governor Niu. Please come in, Governor Niu."

As soon as Governor Niu entered, he glanced at Wang Sicong. He knew that this young man was quite famous... Somewhat surprised, he was invited in by Wang Sicong. He felt a sense of disorientation. When did the Wang family's son start working as a doorman?

The eight hundred people under the age of thirty were dumbfounded.

As expected of the son of the richest man, he's already showing off?

Li Qiushui smiled and sized up Wang Sicong for a moment, thinking to herself: Clever.

With Wang Sicong taking the lead, the rest of the people went crazy and started looking for work everywhere.

Even if there's no work, force yourself to find something to do.

Lin rolled up his sleeves and started wiping the tables everywhere.

Wu Jing picked up the broom and began sweeping the floor.

Liu Yifei walked around carrying a tray full of drinks, and greeted everyone with a smile.

Deng Chao cleverly slipped into the inner courtyard, searching for Qin Wu while simultaneously drafting his speech... He thought to himself, "Qin Wu will have to show up and give a speech at the opening ceremony, right? He certainly won't have time to write one."

I wrote it myself and handed it to Qin Wu when he spoke. Wouldn't that give me a chance to get close to my master?

Eight hundred people, each one a shrewd individual. They were scrambling for work, and wherever they could show their faces, wherever there was work, there were people everywhere. Everyone was eager to do it.

Instantly, the previously quiet Xingyi School became lively.

Chapter 52: Slapping Everyone in the Face

Zhang Yiqing, who had a better voice, stood at the main entrance as a doorman alongside Wang Sicong. When someone came in, Zhang Yiqing would sing a greeting, and then Wang Sicong would lead them inside...

"The senior disciple of the Iron Fist Sect has arrived and presented a congratulatory gift: 88 catties, 8 taels, and 8 mace of gold."

Zhang Yiqing called out, "Welcome, Senior Brother of the Iron Fist Sect!"

Wang Sicong quickly gestured for the guests to enter. Almost instantly, a popular mainland Chinese actress arrived with a smile and began guiding them to their seats…

Zhang Yiqing then shouted: "Welcome to the Second Senior Brother, the leader of the Southwest Mantis Sect! Here's a congratulatory gift: three catties of cash."

"..."

They kept chanting and singing. More and more people gathered inside the Xingyi School.

At the same time, everyone present felt a tense atmosphere permeating the entire room...

Inside the room, Qin Wu sat on a recliner, a cold smile flashing in his eyes:

"Are they here to suppress me, or to warn me? It's all disciples from various sects coming to offer their congratulations? None of the people in charge are here..."

The only one in charge was Governor Niu.

At this moment, Governor Niu was sitting next to Qin Wu. He was the only person Qin Wu invited into the inner room.

Upon hearing Qin Wu speak, the hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and he gave an awkward laugh: "Maybe they all have something to do? They can't come?"

Qin Wu smiled and said, "Governor Niu, there's no need to smooth things over. I understand, I get it all. As a newcomer, I'm new here, and nobody in the entire Southwest will respect me."

Governor Niu gave an awkward smile, unsure how to respond. He sighed inwardly, thinking that if it weren't for the intervention of a high-ranking official, these sects... well, they probably wouldn't have even bothered to ask a question, let alone send disciples.

The reason these sects sent representatives was because that important figure had spoken. However, it was clearly aimed at Qin Wu; they only sent insignificant disciples to offer their congratulations. The unspoken message was: "Don't think you, Qin Wu, have connections; we won't give you any face!"

Gradually, the newly accepted disciples within the sect also sensed the strange atmosphere.

Standing at the door, Zhang Yiqing whispered, "Wang Sicong."

"you say,"

"They're all disciples from various sects. What's going on..."

Wang Sicong pondered for a moment: "Don't speculate. Maybe, maybe all martial artists are just very busy."

Zhang Yiqing scoffed, "But this is clearly aimed at us, isn't it? People come to congratulate us, bringing gold, and even several kilograms of cash? How much is several kilograms of cash? How could a martial artist be so stingy? My uncle is a martial artist..."

Wang Sicong was immediately impressed: "Your uncle is a martial artist? Then why don't you learn martial arts from your uncle?"

Zhang Yiqing sighed: "My uncle practices Buddhist boxing, but I have no talent for it... I've tried several different boxing styles, but I have no talent for any of them. Xingyi boxing is my last hope."

"Sigh, me too. Our Xingyi Sect is my last chance to become a martial artist."

Zhang Yiqing said seriously, "Don't change the subject. What exactly happened?"

Wang Sicong pondered for a moment, then fell silent.

Two hours later, the Xingyi School was full of guests, and the banquet began. Wine and meat were served continuously, but the atmosphere was extremely strange.

Quietly.

No one was talking or laughing.

No one was chatting or talking.

He just ate his vegetables and meat without a care in the world.

Everyone sensed the eeriness of the atmosphere.

The martial artists and sects of the Southwest are being far too obvious in their targeting of the Xingyi School...

Inside the inner room, Li Qiushui walked in with a worried expression: "Master, what... what should we do? Martial artists from all over are not giving us any face."