Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1517 - 1716: Little Girl Qiqi

"But, well, this... this..."
Feng Shiyuan suddenly stumbled over his words. However, seeing the expression on his face, Hao Jian knew that Jianghu swindlers like him enjoyed showing off their vague wisdom. If you didn't give him some benefits, he certainly wouldn't tell the truth.
Hao Jian pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to Feng Shiyuan.
Feng Shiyuan's eyes lit up instantly when he saw the money, quickly pocketing it, thinking to himself that he had run into a wealthy patron this time.
Having accepted the money, Feng Shiyuan felt obliged to fulfill his duty, and he shared everything he knew.
"Actually, it's about the same every year. Although it's an Ancient Martial Artist competition, those who can get the top prizes are generally the disciples of big sects or prominent clans. Ordinary people like me, living as ancient martial artists, labor like dogs just to make a living. Where would we find the resources and energy to practice Ancient Martial Arts? I see you're quite young and probably participating in the Ancient Martial Artist competition for the first time. So, I advise you, if you want to win any prizes in this competition, don't even think about it."
After pausing for a moment, Feng Shiyuan continued, "Basically, these big awards are taken by the disciples of big sects or prominent clans. This year, those who are likely to become prominent include Ye Yiyun from Tianwang Fort, Yanfeng from Wuji Sect, Su Cheng from Eight Trigrams City, and others like Han Wenqing and Zhao Zhuo. Surely it's their time to shine this year."
What Feng Shiyuan said contained a bit of information, but still not what Hao Jian wanted to know.
Hao Jian asked, "So, in previous years, were there other participants? Like, not Ancient Martial Artists from Huaxia?"
Upon hearing this question, Feng Shiyuan burst into laughter.
Then he said, "Hey, buddy, you've asked the right person. If you ask anyone else, they won't know, but if you ask me, who knows everything under the sky and on earth, I definitely know."
Then Feng Shiyuan pulled Hao Jian aside and said, "As far as I know, every year it's just Ancient Martial Artists from Huaxia who participate. Today is different; I've heard that foreign Ancient Martial Artists have also joined. For example, the four forbidden zones - I only know that people from the four forbidden zones are participating, but I don't know exactly who they are."
Upon hearing this, Hao Jian's face showed delight. This guy even knows about the four forbidden zones, so it seems he's not just a simple Jianghu swindler and has some good information.
After finishing, Feng Shiyuan pulled Hao Jian aside again, saying, "I'm telling you this because of the money, so don't share it with anyone else. If the information gets out and the higher-ups find out, things won't end well for me!"
Hao Jian nodded.
Yet Feng Shiyuan still felt uneasy, saying, "Brother, I treat you like a real brother, so please don't spread it around!"
Hao Jian nodded once more.
From what he learned from Feng Shiyuan, since the four forbidden zones were involved, the previous matter regarding that murderer's mastermind was definitely related to them, which aligned with his suspicions.
Feng Shiyuan continued to bombard Hao Jian with endless chatter, which perhaps he found useful, but to Hao Jian, it felt like a pile of nonsense.
So he pulled out a few hundred more to give to Feng Shiyuan as thanks for the information, and Feng Shiyuan's eyes gleamed as he pocketed the money and cheerfully thanked Hao Jian.
Hao Jian didn't want to waste any more time on Feng Shiyuan, so he turned and left after handing over the money.
At this moment, Feng Shiyuan suddenly produced a business card for Hao Jian, saying if there was anything he didn't know, he should definitely ask him. As a friend, he'd give Hao Jian an 80% discount, a special deal.
Normally, Hao Jian would have thrown the card away immediately, but since Feng Shiyuan knew about the four forbidden zones, his insight was not limited to the Ancient Martial Arts world of Huaxia. The four forbidden zones aren't such a secret within Huaxia's Ancient Martial Arts world. However, ordinary Ancient Martial Artists are generally unaware of them unless they belong to the big sects or prominent clans. Considering Feng Shiyuan's ordinary background, the fact that he knows about these zones suggests he has some exceptional qualities.
There might be somewhere he could come in handy, so Hao Jian decided to keep the card.
Then Hao Jian walked around for a bit and heard discussions about who this year would stand out in the Ancient Martial Artist competition— which big clan, which big sect, or which promising young talent would shine.
He most often heard names like Ye Yiyun, Yanfeng, and Su Cheng, just as Feng Shiyuan had told him earlier.
It turns out Feng Shiyuan's information was quite accurate, not merely the ravings of a Jianghu swindler.
After a full day of walking, Hao Jian decided to head back to his accommodation to rest. Although today was the start of the Ancient Martial Artist competition, the real event wouldn't begin until tomorrow. Gathering so many participants made organizing quite complex, consuming a considerable amount of time.
But as Hao Jian was headed back to his accommodation, suddenly, a luxury sports car came barreling recklessly onto the road, speeding wildly, causing chaos with people running around in panic.
In that instant, Hao Jian noticed a little girl standing dazed in the road, holding a lollipop, with no sign of her parents around.
And that sports car was about to hit her, seemingly with no intention of slowing down.
Hao Jian's eyes flashed, and he immediately sprinted over, picked up the little girl, and dashed to the side.
With a "swoosh" sound, the sports car zipped past Hao Jian. If he had been a moment slower, or if he had hesitated even a little, the little girl would have been hit by the car. At that speed, if the car had hit her, it would have been fatal.
The sports car had already sped away without even stopping.
The little girl was still in Hao Jian's arms, eating her lollipop, completely unscared by the recent event. Truly brave.
At this moment, a couple suddenly ran over, and as soon as the little girl saw them, she shouted "Mom and Dad," and they took the little girl from Hao Jian's arms.
The little girl's father thanked Hao Jian, saying, "Thank you, young man. If it weren't for you, my daughter might not have survived!"
The little girl's mother also said, "Really, thank you, young man. We glanced away for just a second and Qiqi disappeared. If you hadn't saved her, Qiqi would have been hit by the car."
Before Hao Jian could speak, the mother turned to the little girl still licking her lollipop and said, "Qiqi, thank your brother!"
The little girl blinked at Hao Jian and said in her childlike voice, "Thank you, brother!"
That sweet voice melted Hao Jian's heart, and he quickly said it was no trouble at all.
By this time, the crowd had started to gather, and someone said, "I recognize that car just now. Wasn't it from Su Cheng of Eight Trigrams City?"
Someone else chimed in, "Yes, I know it too. That's definitely Su Cheng's car. Last time, he even hit someone in city C driving this car, and now he's being so reckless again!"
Someone else complained angrily, "Huh, just because he's a bit skilled in ancient martial arts, Eight Trigrams City just lets him do whatever he wants, causing trouble outside!"
Soon, a lot of people started talking about some of the bad things Su Cheng had done. Based on what these people said and what Su Cheng just did, Hao Jian got a good understanding of him.
He seemed quite arrogant and self-righteous.
After greeting the little girl named Qiqi, Hao Jian left the scene.
The crowd continued to criticize Su Cheng from Eight Trigrams City.
Hao Jian wasn't interested in understanding these matters, nor did he have the mind to. He only wanted to find out who was behind the murder spree and understand everything.
So, anything else he could ignore, he would, and with the little girl earlier, he acted out of basic human instinct.
Very soon, Hao Jian returned to his place and, after a bath, lay down to rest.
A bit tired, he closed his eyes and began to meditate and sleep.
The day passed by with Hao Jian sleeping, and soon the thrilling and exciting Ancient Martial Artists' Tournament began.
There were over ten thousand participants in the Huaxia Ancient Martial Artists' Tournament, but only a few thousand signed up. Most were just there to watch.
The Ancient Martial Artists' Tournament hosted several arenas, and the system would select and distribute these thousands, assigning them to the corresponding arenas and teams.
Ultimately, points were calculated based on the number of times one defended the arena successfully. Whoever had the most points won, and finally, the highest points from these arenas competed, and who won in the end was the first.
Of course, in the initial bouts, even if one hadn't signed up, one could still go up and challenge the defender. The defender also had the right to refuse or accept. If the defender successfully defended the arena, they would gain corresponding points, but if they failed, points would be deducted.
Overall, the Ancient Martial Artists' Tournament was relatively free, showcasing who was more skilled in ancient martial arts.
The first day undoubtedly had the most people and was the most lively, with the organizers and the honorable elders present, the Ancient Martial Artists' Tournament began.
Hao Jian was just there to participate in the Ancient Martial Artists' Tournament and hadn't signed up for any matches, so he didn't have to compete. He just wandered around and looked for some information.
He was walking alone, thinking about some things as he walked.
But as he was walking, he suddenly saw that familiar figure he had seen before.