The following day, the third round of team competition officially began.
Originally, the six sects had a total of over a thousand disciples. Tian Ning was wondering if the sudden influx of so many people into Fusheng City, even in the Return Journey Secret Realm, would cause any minor bugs or something.
But when they saw a towering, crimson tree standing tall within the vast city, its branches swaying in the wind, its petals, as dazzling as blood, staining the sky before them, it was as if they were bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Outside the City of Life, everyone was stunned by the breathtaking scenery before them.
"Alright, stop wasting time here, let's hurry up and get into the city!" A male voice brought everyone back to their senses.
Several monks dressed as servants were leading them into Floating Life City. The one speaking was the one standing at the front, dressed as a steward.
Tian Ning glanced at the entrance of Fusheng City. Cultivators were coming and going in an endless stream. Such a prosperous scene was nothing compared to the fact that there were only a thousand or so of them entering the city.
Unsurprisingly, everyone followed them into Floating Life City.
According to the steward, the Xuanyuan family, which is fawned upon by countless people, often takes pity on small sects and teaches them. The Return Journey Secret Realm has given them the identity of small sects who came to take advantage of the situation.
The steward led them to a testing ground and said arrogantly, "Although your insignificant sects have struggled to produce even one talented disciple every few centuries, and even your teachers are of questionable strength, our Ancestor Xuanyuan is kind-hearted and has established a rule that you will each have an opportunity to study at the Xuanyuan family every year, so that your small sects will not fall too far behind..."
The way they said that made them sound like poor relatives who were just there to freeload.
The steward said, "However, the number of places available for learning at the Xuanyuan family is limited. You can only get one by defeating them or by gaining the approval of the young masters and ladies."
Several disciples from minor sects were already competing against the young masters and ladies of the Xuanyuan family on the arena. Those with poor aptitude were eliminated directly. It was rare for a disciple from a minor sect to survive a few moves, but they were all seriously injured and had to be taken away for treatment.
There are about a dozen arenas above, each guarded by a member of the Xuanyuan clan. Disciples from smaller sects can freely choose to challenge them. If they win, they are allowed to stay; if they lose, the arena master will judge whether they are qualified to stay.
Of course, besides the Xuanyuan clan members on the arena, there was a beautifully built pavilion directly opposite Tian Ning and the others. Some of the young masters and ladies of the Xuanyuan family were enjoying fruits and being served by servants inside. Occasionally, when a Xuanyuan clan member got tired of fighting on the arena, they would come down and be replaced.
The Xuanyuan family members are easy to recognize; their clothing is predominantly bright red, embroidered with vibrant, blooming flowers, making them particularly eye-catching.
Before Tian Ning and his group had watched for long, a disciple from a small sect dressed in plain clothes was kicked off the stage by a young man from the Xuanyuan family.
The young man casually held the sword he had snatched from the other man, his arrogance as unrestrained as the crimson hue of his robe fluttering in the wind. He said to the disciple from the minor sect without any scruples, "I really don't know why the ancestor would pity such trash as you!"
After saying that, he casually threw the sword in his hand at the other party's feet like trash. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tian Ning and his group who had just entered. He inexplicably and slowly raised his thumb, then turned it 180 degrees downwards, full of sarcasm!
A teasing female voice came from the pavilion: "Xiao Cheng, stop fooling around. If the head of the family finds out you're bullying people like this, he'll scold you when we get back."
Xuanyuan Cheng scoffed: "They're just too useless!"
The pavilion echoed with the soft laughter of the other Xuanyuan clansmen. Their true thoughts were no different from Xuanyuan Cheng's, only they didn't speak out as arrogantly as the person in front of them.
Below the stage, Long Aotian leaned closer and muttered softly, "He's such a show-off!"
Shi Qinxin: "These are all things that Junior Sister and Senior Brother have already done."
Jiang Xi: "It's okay, I can't see him faking it."
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