Rebirth of the soul rekindles the dream of the beauty of the country

Because there are numerous sects within Chang'an Prefecture, numbering over a hundred, the number of participants in the competition was considerable, reaching several hundred. These talented young people came from various sects, harboring dreams and ambitions, eager to distinguish themselves in this competition, win honor for themselves and their sects, and advance in rank.

As important institutions for receiving disciples, the sects within Chang'an Prefecture naturally sent representatives as well. More than ten sects came, and the Yellow Flower Sect was among them.

The Yellow Flower Sect sent four outer disciples this time. Among them were two male cultivators. One was a handsome and refined man with a cultivation level of late-stage Human Immortal Realm, named Wu Que. The other was a burly man, resembling a human iron tower, also with a cultivation level of late-stage Human Immortal Realm, named Tie Shan.

In addition, there were two female cultivators. One of them was exceptionally beautiful, with a cultivation level of the late Human Immortal Realm; her name was Ruoshui. The other woman closely followed Wu Que; she was Chen Xin.

Chen Xin has successfully joined the outer sect of the Yellow Flower Sect. This time, Wu Que led her to watch the excitement. Compared to Ruoshui, Chen Xin's temperament is slightly inferior, perhaps due to the difference in their cultivation levels, which makes her demeanor different.

Chen Xin glanced in the direction of Guiyi Sect without realizing it, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart, but she did not go to greet them.

Da Niu and the others naturally noticed Chen Xin's presence. They couldn't help but envy Chen Xin's ability to directly enter the county-level sect through connections, and at the same time, they marveled at how beautiful women always seemed to possess a special kind of energy.

The official host stood in the center of the arena, his voice clear and resonant as he announced the rules of the competition. First, all participants would draw lots to determine their opponents. Losers would not be immediately eliminated; they would have the opportunity to challenge other losers' opponents to determine the final winner.

With the host's command, the draw officially began. With a wave of his arm, thousands of lots fluttered down like snowflakes among the thousand competitors in the arena. The lots danced in the air, resembling a grand dance.

Many people reached out without hesitation to grab the slips of paper that flew through the air. Some were quick and caught them in an instant, while others hesitated slightly and watched the slips fly past them.

Some people used their divine sense to carefully observe the distribution of the lot numbers. At the same time, they observed the locations of various cultivators, calculating the lot numbers each cultivator might receive, as well as those who had already drawn lots. Through this analysis, they could strategically compete for lot numbers that were advantageous to them, essentially trying to find a relatively weak opponent.

For a moment, the scene on the martial arts arena became somewhat chaotic. Although the competition had not officially begun, the cultivators had already started fiercely vying for their desired draw numbers. However, since the competition had not yet started, no one dared to fight openly, for fear of being punished. Nevertheless, simple scrambling was nothing to these cultivators, after all, cultivators revered combat, and the host usually did not interfere too much with such routine behavior.

Ru Long stood aside, watching the other cultivators scramble for the lots considered "good," but his heart remained unmoved. He had two reasons for not joining the fray.

Firstly, he knew very little about these cultivators. After all, he was just an outsider, and time was of the essence. Even if he wanted to investigate, it would be difficult for him to understand the true strength and background of these cultivators in a short period of time.

Secondly, he was full of confidence in his own strength. He believed that he was invincible among his peers, and since the other cultivators participating in the competition were all at the Dao Realm, what did he have to fear?

So, Rulong casually reached out and picked up a slip of paper from the ground that no one was vying for. The opponent represented by this slip was most likely not a weakling.