The System Bound the Chapter 107 : Even Commentary Needed a Helper

Chapter 107: Even Comntary Needed a Helper

That’s right! Comntary!

In this Cultivation World, competitions truly did not require referees—but the role of comntator… seed to be completely blank.

Upon careful thought, it made perfect sense. To thoroughly dissect the intricacies and subtleties within a Foundation Establishnt–level match usually required at least Golden Core Stage cultivation. But which Golden Core True Person was not a figure of status and prestige?

Even the lowest-grade Golden Core would at least be an elder. Who would stand in public, raising their voice to explain a match to a group of Qi Refining and Foundation Establishnt disciples—or even mortals? Where would they put their dignity?

Long Tao had long felt this problem deeply.

Over the years, whenever he watched Foundation Establishnt matches, as a Qi Refining cultivator he could only enjoy the spectacle.

The hidden chanics and tactical patterns were completely beyond him.

Occasionally, he might overhear a knowledgeable senior brother offering a few remarks, or gain so understanding afterward when everyone gathered to boast and review the match.

But how could post-match review compare to understanding it on the spot? Just like earlier in the Cricket Garden—when Chen Shusheng had been there offering guidance, even the offense and defense of two crickets had seed dazzling and thrilling.

Yes… comntary! This identity might truly beco the breakthrough point for the System Task.

The mont the thought arose, he felt the fog before his eyes disperse by more than half.

Even his interest in watching the cricket match faded.

After solemnly bidding farewell to the Scholar surnad Chen, he found True Person Gongsun, who was still in high spirits.

The True Person seed to have just won a round; the smile on his face could not be hidden.

“True Person Gongsun, after watching several cricket battles just now, I suddenly gained so new ideas regarding the upcoming work. Many thanks for bringing this junior here to broaden my horizons,” Long Tao said respectfully with a bow.

“Oh? That is a good thing!” True Person Gongsun stroked his beard and smiled. “Then go busy yourself. Co again when you have ti.”

“Yes, this disciple takes his leave.”

Leaving the noisy courtyard, Long Tao casually ate sothing in Qixia Town before returning to his side-room courtyard, brimming with excitent as he began planning the next day’s actions.

First of all, adding a new comntary position to such an important occasion as the Sect Grand Competition was naturally not sothing a small figure like him could accomplish casually. Fortunately, he was now a Registered Disciple of the Vice Sect Master.

High-level connections he once would not even have dared to dream of were now within daily reach.

For the first ti, he felt that serving as an ox-horse in Heavenly Pivot Pavilion had been an exceptionally wise decision. Otherwise, he would not even have the qualification to propose this idea.

The most critical issue at hand was persuading Shi Manyu.

Upon careful consideration, however, the chances of success were not small.

After more than a month of interaction, he had gained so understanding of this master and superior of his.

Though she was cool in temperant and strictly businesslike, she was open-minded in handling affairs.

As long as it did not hinder normal Sect Operations, she generally maintained an open attitude toward new things.

But the other problem was even more troubleso—the professionalism of comntary.

The System had clearly stated that to participate in the task as a non-competitor, the prerequisite was that “the majority present must recognize the Host as an indispensable figure of the event.”

That requirent was extrely troubleso. If during comntary he rely dryly introduced contestants’ nas while analyzing the battle situation in a complete ss, even making frequent mistakes, forget earning recognition from others—he himself would not be able to endure it.

So relying on himself alone was absolutely impossible. He had to find a genuine expert.

That reminded him of the sports events he had watched in his previous life.

Usually, there were two partners: one professional host responsible for controlling the rhythm and atmosphere, and the other a retired athlete or expert proficient in the sport, specializing in technical analysis—what people often called “Coach So-and-So” or “Teacher So-and-So.”

But whom should he look for?

The ideal candidate would naturally be a Golden Core True Person presiding over the role—but how could he have such face?

Even if he swallowed his pride to beg True Person Gongsun, the latter might not be willing to lower himself. In short, unless absolutely necessary, he would not open that mouth.

Owing a favor to a Golden Core True Person was not so easily repaid.

Then perhaps changing his approach and finding a powerful Foundation Establishnt cultivator would be more practical. But then another problem arose: outstanding Foundation Establishnt cultivators all had to compete. How could they possibly serve as comntators? Unless…

Suddenly, a figure flashed through his mind.

Senior Brother Fang!

At the thought of him, Long Tao’s eyes lit up.

This person was practically heaven-sent.

As the previous champion, he could not compete again. His strength was formidable, and he was likely familiar with the techniques and patterns of most contestants.

More importantly, he was famous, good-looking, and highly prestigious within the Sect—simply a natural guest comntator. If he could persuade him to help, the matter would already be half accomplished!

Thinking of this, Long Tao felt brimming with energy. He carefully calculated how to present the proposal to Shi Manyu the next day—and how to persuade Fang Wuqi.

……

The next morning, Long Tao arrived punctually at the Sect’s Main Hall and first presented the carefully compiled report from the previous day to Shi Manyu.

Today, True Person Shi was unusually not handling official business but was leisurely seated by the window in a grand armchair, sipping tea.

Seeing Long Tao enter, she rely shifted the position of her crossed legs and casually retrieved the report through the air, flipping through it without even exchanging pleasantries.

“Mm… just as expected.” Shi Manyu nodded lightly. “The reason for your abnormal cultivation speed differs little from my speculation yesterday. However, to be prudent, do not spread this matter for now.” She lifted her eyes toward Long Tao. “Have you ntioned it to anyone?”

“Without your approval, True Person, how would this disciple dare speak recklessly?”

“Very good.” Shi Manyu set down her teacup. “Co here. I will demonstrate the new Qi circulation thod to you.”

Long Tao stepped before the seated Shi Manyu, for the first ti looking down upon this master from such an angle.

Seeing her jet-black short hair and the rise before him, he unconsciously swallowed. The identity of a beautiful master always invited wandering thoughts.

Shi Manyu naturally could not be bothered with his trivial thoughts. Her right hand gently pressed upon his Dantian.

Soon, a warm spiritual energy slowly infused, traveling throughout his body along specific ridians.

“Rember this circulation route. For the next few months, cultivate according to it,” she said indifferently. “If you cannot rember, it matters not. The strand of spiritual energy I just left within you will circulate along the sa path at set intervals in the coming days. Even the dullest person should rember after experiencing it several tis.”

“Many thanks for your guidance, True Person!” Long Tao was sincerely grateful.

This was the advantage of having a master’s guidance.

Hand-in-hand instruction was indeed entirely different from attending a Grand Lecture.

One could imagine how ticulous the guidance received daily by Personally Transmitted Disciples must be.

“Is there anything else?” Seeing that Long Tao did not imdiately take his leave, Shi Manyu raised a brow. After more than a month together, this boy should already have understood her temperant—reporting official matters ant leaving promptly and not wasting ti.

“There is indeed one more matter.” Long Tao spoke cautiously. “With the Sect Grand Competition approaching, this disciple has an idea he cannot help but ntion.”

He then briefly explained his idea of adding a comntary seat to the Grand Competition and looked nervously at his superior.

“Com…n…tary?” Shi Manyu lightly tapped the desk, a thoughtful expression flashing through her eyes. “It is a novel idea. Personally, I do not oppose you trying it, however…”

“Please speak, True Person.”

“There will be a large number of guests watching the Grand Competition. It concerns the Sect Prestige.” She looked directly at Long Tao. “If this comntary role is done well, it will naturally bring glory to the Sect. But with just you…” She shook her head slightly. “I truly cannot feel at ease. If, before everyone’s eyes, you beco tongue-tied or frequently speak incorrectly, would that not make us the laughingstock and lose great face?”

As expected of True Person Shi—she had imdiately grasped the crux of the issue.

Fortunately, Long Tao had prepared beforehand and imdiately replied, “True Person’s consideration is correct. This disciple knows his own limits—how would I dare shoulder such responsibility alone? In truth… I have already invited Senior Brother Fang Wuqi.”

“Wuqi?” Shi Manyu’s eyelashes finally trembled. “He agreed?”

“Senior Brother Fang has this intention. Ever since he claid the championship, he can no longer compete, yet he still carries a competitive spirit in his heart. So… he wishes to participate in another way.”

“Is that so… In that case…” The corners of Shi Manyu’s lips lifted slightly, as if she had seen through sothing but chose not to say it. “If you can truly persuade Wuqi to assist, I will approve this matter. That will be all. You may leave.”