My Stubborn Soul Card Follower-Chapter 469 - 392: Pre-Match Matters

As the schedule entered the elimination phase, the Huashan Invitational quickly gained momentum.

Moreover, several matches in the bubble tournament sparked intense discussions, drawing more attention to this competition held at the peak of Huashan.

Shen Sui’s match was scheduled relatively early.

After all, in the Huashan Invitational, neither he nor the so-called famous fresh face, Zhou Keji, had yet reached the status to occupy prime time slots.

The most prized match times were naturally reserved for those famous ninth-rank Life Card Masters. The duel between Tan Song and An Hai was the biggest highlight of today. Although many people expressed some dissatisfaction with the internal conflict drawn by the lottery, it’s something that cannot be completely avoided.

The two of them, one ranked first in their group, the other second, indeed had a probability of being drawn.

It’s only fair to say that Tan Song’s victory over the world’s second-ranked Dongye Youzai was a surprise to many.

Although the match was in the evening, Shen Sui had woken up early in the morning.

The work from last night hadn’t left him feeling too tired; Qishala was even up early to prepare Shen Sui’s attire for today.

Pulling open the curtains, the morning mist on Huashan brought fresh air.

The time had already reached November, and the temperature in the mountains was noticeably cold.

However, even this temperature couldn’t deter people’s enthusiasm for climbing to the top to watch the match. Through the hotel window, Shen Sui could already see a clear stream of people on the road up the mountain. Although not as crowded as during Golden Week, seeing so many tourists on a regular weekend was indeed very rare.

No one could say for sure whether any domestic competitor would win different events at the Huashan Invitational, but the Huashan Scenic Area would undoubtedly profit greatly from this surge in popularity.

He heard a slight sound behind him.

Turning around, Qishala had finished ironing the clothes and placed them neatly folded on the bed.

"Master, your clothes are ready," Qishala said softly, pressing her skirt with both hands and smiling gently at Shen Sui, "Do you want to change now?"

Shen Sui looked out the window as the sunrise cast its light on Qishala.

The Dragon Lady’s silver-white long hair was dyed with the orange-red glow of dawn in the sunlight, and her face, as white as jade, carried a hint of girlish blush.

"If you’re going out, then I’ll go change," Qishala said softly.

She was still wearing the maid outfit that she had on during Shen Sui’s duel last night. The style was similar, but the fabric was noticeably thinner and had shrunk considerably, casting alluring contours beneath in the gentle sunlight.

Last night, Shen Sui had severely criticized and spat on the manufacturer for the shoddy fabric of this outfit.

"It’s still early," Shen Sui said as he closed the window and drew the curtains, "My match starts in the evening, no need to rush out."

Amongst the mountains, the breeze whispered over the forest.

The wind played between the trees and rocks.

Trees swayed, rhythmically with the gentle breeze, undulating among the mountains: The wind reached the valleys, like a maiden softly singing, longing for her lover’s return; The wind reached the mountaintop, resembling an Evil Dragon’s high-pitched roar, as if pierced by a sword of judgment.

After a long while, a gentle rain began falling in the mountains, carrying a slight chill yet still mixed with the warmth of the morning sun, drizzling among the peaks. Nonetheless, such weather couldn’t dampen the tourists’ enthusiasm, and another wave of visitors climbed Huashan, either shielding their heads, holding umbrellas, frowning and walking quickly, or darting forward covering their heads. From afar, they looked like little fish swimming forward in the streams and ditches in the fields.

By evening, the rain in the mountains finally stopped.

But after the drizzle, the originally damp and cold weather became even colder.

When Shen Sui and Qishala climbed to the mountaintop, a sizable crowd had already gathered in front of the venue in preparation to enter. The audience for the elimination rounds was indeed large, so to avoid having their seats stolen by unscrupulous individuals or losing their front-row spots to others, many spectators had arrived early in the morning, forming a long line at the ticket gate.

After a light rain, the cold air had many people starting to see their breath mist.

"I heard people were lining up here since last night," Xinyuan Tanchun said, panting as she climbed to the top, "I mean, why didn’t you guys wait for me? You left without a word."

Shen Sui glanced at Xinyuan Tanchun, then at Qishala, whose face was slightly red, and said, "I thought you’d already be here."

"Nonsense! Of course, I have to wait for you. Without you, how could I get into the venue?" Xinyuan Tanchun said, "I didn’t buy a ticket, eight hundred bucks for a ticket, way too expensive."

Shen Sui rolled his eyes: "So you waited just to get a free pass through me?"

"Of course, I agreed to be the coach so that when my students become famous, I can catch free matches, right?" Xinyuan Tanchun said confidently.

Of course, this was just her talking nonsense, though there was indeed some truth to it.

As a player’s coach, she could enter the venue for free, and during the duel’s start, stand at a spot closest to the stage.

Xinyuan Tanchun wasn’t simply there to watch the matches; she had also brought a tablet to record interesting tactics and new cards used by players in today’s matches.