Chapter 977: Chapter 977: Face Slapping (1)

Any Oracle player, even those who just engage in casual activities like gardening and fishing, would recognize these legendary figures.

[!!! Lightning and Jiu the God are also present?]

[Damn! I can only say damn!]

[Everyone pay up! I guessed right, haha! I knew Si Fuqing was NINE the God! The masked man in the second match was Jiu the God! Call me a linguistic genius.]

No one cared about the imposter anymore.

This so-called “well-planned” impersonation had turned into a complete joke.

The man kept glancing in one direction offstage but received no useful signals.

He knew: “How…”

Jiang Changfeng, expressionless, stepped forward, sat down at the computer, and entered his account.

Source: novgo.co

Another line of eye-catching information appeared on the big screen.

ID: Lightning

Level: 180

Current Title:

[Ten Steps to Kill a Man, a Thousand Miles Without a Trace]

Honor Titles:

[Top Assassin in the Server]

[All-rounder]

[Most Explosive Headshotter]

…

Though fewer than Si Fuqing, it was still a long list.

The West Deities team on stage felt like they were dreaming, staring blankly at Jiang Changfeng.

Hunter muttered in a daze, “Captain, did we actually play against Lightning?”

Lightning’s reputation in the arena was more renowned than NINE and Jiu because these two rarely competed in the arena.

Kill smiled wryly, “There are always people beyond people, and skies beyond skies.”

After this competition, he planned to identify his weaknesses and train further.

“By the way, Jiu the God gave me his account,” Si Fuqing said, logging out of her account and entering another. “He’s shy and didn’t want to come on stage.”

Again, a long list of honor titles appeared, with the words “Holy Legend” shining brightly.

Hearing this, Yu Tang slowly turned her head and looked at Yu Xiheng with wide eyes. “Uncle Nine, you’re shy?”

Yu Xiheng rested his head on his hand, eyes closed, his expression indifferent. “Mhmm.”

Yu Tang: “…”

This wasn’t shyness; this was spoiling Qingqing unconditionally.

Fans and viewers were equally stunned.

[Wow, I never saw this coming. NINE the God logging in with Jiu the God’s account?]

[My God, the relationship between the two nines is this close? I’m going crazy.]

[This is like handing over the family assets to the wife!!!]

Oracle accounts were highly sought after in the market, especially those with many titles, selling for tens or even hundreds of thousands. A top player’s account once auctioned for 38 million.

Jiu the God account value was incalculable. The forum conservatively estimated it at least five hundred million.

Only eSports fans understood what a game account meant.

It was indeed comparable to family assets.

[Has anyone figured out Jiu the God’s real identity? I suspect he’s from a prestigious family. Even with a mask, his demeanor and aura aren’t something ordinary people possess.]

[Looking back at the second match, the moment Jiu the God sat down, I felt the urge to kneel. What’s his true identity?]

[Guys, don’t just stand there; ship the couple! They’ve practically fed us candy; are we not human if we don’t ship them?]

“As for how I met Jiu the God , it was probably because he ambushed me when I started playing again.” Si Fuqing logged out, speaking slowly. “I remembered him, and later, we teamed up to clear dungeons. That’s all, don’t overthink it.”

“I browse the forums. I can see your posts.”

Players: “…”

Yu Xiheng’s eyebrows moved slightly, a hint of a helpless smile in his eyes.

He sighed softly.

Quite vindictive.

Si Fuqing stood up and faced the crowd of tens of thousands from various countries worldwide.

She spoke slowly, “Oracle is not just a game; it’s a spiritual home we’ve built together. No one can destroy it.”

Ji Yun took a deep breath, his chest filled with passionate excitement.

He had always believed that his collaboration with Si Fuqing was the right choice.

She always carried the spirit and vitality of youth, making people trust her wholeheartedly.

She had never changed over the years.

Ji Yun calmed down for a few seconds before issuing a cold order, “Take the imposter away and find out who’s behind this.”

Security personnel quickly took the man off the stage.

The host was also terrified. He had only been informed that NINE the God would be attending, not that an imposter would be brought in.

What now?

Meanwhile, Chen Ying returned with information from Zero.

“Brother Nine, we’ve found out,” Chen Ying said in a low voice. “It’s another company from the Western Continent called ‘Stellar.’ Their game, Stellar Continent, ranks second globally. They aimed to use this OPL event to attack Oracle. We’re still tracking their detailed plan.”

“They wanted to ruin NINE the God’s reputation first, then further destroy Oracle. We also found the Free State’s involvement. They wouldn’t dare go against Oracle otherwise.”

Disproving rumors was always harder than spreading them.

But Stellar hadn’t anticipated that Si Fuqing would be on stage, exposing the imposter immediately and disrupting their plan.

“Yes,” Yu Xiheng said calmly. “Handle it.”

Chen Ying understood, “By tomorrow, all the executives in this company will be replaced.”

Yu Xiheng had the power to make it happen.

Yu Tang listened intently, eyes sparkling. “Uncle Nine, are you the legendary CEO who’s going to buy a 10,000-square-meter bed for Qingqing?”

Yu Xiheng paused, then turned his head.

His gaze was inscrutable, his tone flat, “Who gave you books to read?”

Yu Tang guiltily moved her phone behind her, straightening her chest, “I’m self-taught!”

Yu Xiheng hummed in response, closing his eyes again.

He said nothing, but Yu Tang felt ridiculed.

She was quite upset and took out her phone to message Lu Xingheng.

[Yu Tang]: Emergency, Uncle Ninefound out I was reading novels again. I was very righteous and didn’t expose you!

[Lu Xingheng]: …

[Lu Xingheng]: Maybe you should pretend we never met?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

[Yu Tang]: You big bad guy!

Lu Xingheng rubbed his temples.

He resignedly ordered another stack of books to be sent to Yu Tang.

“Oh, big brother, chatting with your imaginary girlfriend again?” Lu Xingci, wearing sunglasses, walked over. “No matter how much you fantasize, you’re still single.”

Lu Xingheng glanced at him calmly, “Feeling itchy?”

“I’m different from you.” Lu Xingci waved his phone. “I have girls chatting with me every day. You’ll be single forever.”

Lu Xingheng laughed, “You should worry about yourself. Also, I don’t chase girls; they chase me. Understand?”

Lu Xingci looked skeptical, “I don’t believe it. Bring your girlfriend home to meet Mom and Dad if you’re so confident.”

Lu Xingheng put down his phone and rolled up his sleeves.

Sensing danger, Lu Xingci ran, “Dad! Mom! I’m not coming home today! My big brother wants to hit me! I’m going to the Intercontinental Research Institute!”

Lu Xingheng: “…”

Little brat!

**

The news of the Five States team winning the OPL championship quickly spread throughout the Great Xia Empire.

The entertainment section generously devoted an entire page to the report, and the streets were abuzz with the high-profile discussion.

Si Fuqing’s photo was continuously replayed on the giant advertisement screens in the center of Sijiu City. RM had taken out all the ad screens to celebrate her victory.

Mrs. Ji looked up and said, “Is this the actress who got injured during disaster relief?”

She didn’t follow the entertainment industry, remembering Si Fuqing only because she resembled Ji Qingwei.

Ji Longtai nodded, “Yes, it’s her.”

“This actress is quite lucky to still participate in the competition,” Mrs. Ji remarked coolly. “But she’s still an actress. Qingwei, how about we go to that western restaurant?”

She turned to Ji Qingwei with concern.

Strangely, although Ji Qingwei coughed up blood more often, her health improved, and she could now go out.

Ji Longtai and Mrs. Ji couldn’t understand it and attributed it to Master Mingdeng’s prophecy coming true.

Ji Qingwei would indeed be fully healthy by June.

Yet, Ji Qingwei wasn’t as happy as expected; she felt even more troubled.

Ji Longtai and Mrs. Ji took her out to relax.

Ji Qingwei looked at the advertisement screen, clenching her fingers, “Sure, Mom, anything is fine.”

Her mind was a chaotic mess.

Si Fuqing’s hand was fine, and she even won the OPL championship?

Although she didn’t play Oracle, she knew how challenging the professional league was.

Yu Yao had tried so hard but hadn’t even made it to the finals.

Why could Si Fuqing succeed?

Ji Qingwei couldn’t bear to think about how many fans Si Fuqing would gain after this OPL event.

What to do?!

Sitting in the restaurant, Ji Qingwei was frantic inside.

How could she retain her luck?

“Oh my god, NINE the God is my goddess!” Nearby, a girl exclaimed excitedly. “She’s amazing! Is there anything she can’t do?”

Hearing NINE the God’s name, Ji Qingwei remembered it was Yu Yao’s idol.

But wasn’t NINE the God supposed to be a man?

Ji Qingwei, puzzled, asked the girl, “Your goddess is?”

“Si Fuqing!” The girl gave her a strange look. “Who else could it be? Didn’t you watch the OPL livestream?”