Traveling to the future, the story with the orc king

After an incredibly heated and heated discussion, the entire venue seemed enveloped in a tense and heated atmosphere. Finally, a highly anticipated decision was made: a competition would be held, with participants limited to the young elites of each tribe, one from each clan. Promotion pills would be distributed based on the competition's ranking, starting with first place.

The Dragon Emperor sat upright on his throne, his majestic gaze sweeping over everyone present. Then, in a steady and powerful voice, he announced, "The Prime Minister is fully responsible for the conduct of this competition. Fairness and impartiality are essential, without the slightest favoritism or negligence. As for all clan leaders, you may now disperse and return to prepare for the young men of your clans." With these words, the Dragon Emperor slowly stood up and left the hall with steady steps. The clan leaders were left staring at each other, wondering how they would handle this momentous event.

After the Dragon Emperor left, the clan leaders gathered together, enthusiastically discussing the upcoming competition and its details. They knew this competition held immense significance for each clan, not only regarding honor and status, but also potentially influencing the future relationships and development between clans.

Each tribe has its own unique strengths. Some, such as the wolf, tiger, and bear, are renowned for their formidable military prowess. Wolves, with their agility and sharp fangs, are able to deliver unexpected and fatal blows to their enemies in battle; tigers are fearsome with their imposing presence and unstoppable strength; and bears, with their thick fur and massive paws, are indestructible weapons.

At the same time, some tribes excel at gathering and analyzing intelligence. For example, the Peacocks, with their beautiful feathers concealing brilliant minds, are adept at discerning subtle insights. The Winged Tribe, with their exceptional flying abilities, can quickly acquire a wide range of information. And finally, the White Cranes, with their graceful figures often found in the mountains and forests, possess a thorough understanding of their surroundings.

Furthermore, some tribes possess unique skills in herbal cultivation. The Rabbit Tribe is gentle and attentive, meticulously tending each herb to ensure its healthy growth. The Deer Tribe is familiar with the habits and benefits of various herbs, accurately selecting the appropriate planting locations. Despite their cold exterior, the Snake Tribe displays extraordinary patience and dedication when cultivating herbs.

Faced with such diverse ethnic characteristics, the leaders of each tribe expressed their opinions and suggestions, striving to develop a fair and challenging competition plan so that each tribe can give full play to its own advantages and demonstrate its own strength and style.

The finalized competition format was quite unique, consisting of two key components: a written test and a martial arts test. Each of these two assessments held a specific weight, and the combined scores yielded a comprehensive score, which was then used to determine rankings. This approach not only comprehensively assessed participants' knowledge, thinking skills, and martial prowess, but also infused the entire competition with greater uncertainty and challenges, forcing every participant to exercise even the slightest bit of slack.

The clan leaders all agreed with this and finally decided to hold the competition at the Royal Academy five days later.

After the meeting was concluded, the tribe leaders who had attended the meeting rose and left, returning to select their tribe's elites for the competition. The Wing tribe leader walked over to Prime Minister Bai, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Old Bai, the written exam is now in your hands. We, the Wing tribe, will be responsible for notifying the other tribes of the competition."

After hearing this, the other clan leaders also said, "Thank you for your hard work, Lao Bai. We have no objection to leaving the exam to Lao Bai."

As the news spread (five days later, a competition will be held at the Royal Academy, and the orcs' promotion pills will be distributed according to the ranking of the competition), each tribe was very excited when they received the news, and they all got busy selecting the strongest orc in their tribe to participate in the competition, hoping to win a promotion pill.

The atmosphere in the Prince's study was solemn and dignified. Sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices, casting dappled shadows on the floor. Long San stood respectfully at the desk, reporting the various pieces of information he had gathered over the past few days to Long Yan, seated in the imperial chair.

"Your Highness, the area near the border town has been exceptionally quiet in recent times, and no unusual situations have been discovered. However, as far as I know, there have been several smaller-scale attacks on villages by ferocious beasts around Haicheng. Fortunately, the casualties were not heavy, but it also caused panic among the local villagers. As for the gathering places of various tribes, they received a piece of news just two days ago, and the entire tribe became excited." Long San said in a steady tone.

Hearing this, Long Yan raised his head slightly. His eyes, as deep as a lake, stared at Long San. His expression remained calm and he asked softly, "Hmm? What kind of news could make them so excited?"

Long San quickly bowed and replied, "Your Highness, the Royal Academy is about to hold a competition. Each ethnic group can only send one representative to participate. Furthermore, the contestant who ranks higher in the final will be fortunate enough to receive an extremely precious promotion pill!"

Long Yan tapped the handrail lightly, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly said, "Well, I understand. You can go down."

"Yes, Your Highness." Long Shen replied respectfully and turned to leave.

Long Yan sat in his chair, his brow furrowed slightly, lost in thought. He hadn't expected his father to distribute the Advancement Pills in this way. It was truly a brilliant idea—it ensured fairness while allowing all tribes to cherish the hope of obtaining one.

His thoughts drifted involuntarily, and the image of Lin Ziyu surfaced in Long Yan's mind. "I wonder what Ziyu is doing now? Ever since that day... Sigh..." Thinking back to that day's intimate scene with Ziyu, he realized that he had indeed bullied him too much. Long Yan couldn't help but sigh sadly. "Ziyu has ignored me for several days." He stood up and walked out of the study, intending to check the apothecary.

Before he knew it, he was outside the alchemy room. Even before he got close, a strong medicinal aroma filled his nose, lingering for a long time. Long Yan felt a surge of joy, because he knew that this meant Lin Ziyu was concentrating on refining the elixir inside, and he thought his anger should have subsided.

Long Yan tiptoed into the alchemy room and saw Lin Ziyu concentrating on the furnace, his hands constantly changing the magic formula. Long Yan wanted to speak, but was afraid to disturb him.

At this moment, Lin Ziyu seemed to have sensed something. He turned around and saw Long Yan, and a complex emotion flashed across his face, a mixture of surprise and anger. "What are you doing here?" Lin Ziyu snorted.

Long Yan walked forward and said carefully, "Zi Yu, I was wrong. What happened that day was my fault. I haven't seen you these past few days, and I miss you so much."

Lin Ziyu turned his head away, thinking about his waist, which was still a little sore. He always said this afterward, but the result was still the same. Lin Ziyu was distracted, and the pill disappeared.

Lin Ziyu glared at Long Yan and said in a slightly unhappy tone, "Go wait over there and don't disturb me while I'm refining the medicine."

Long Yan obediently walked to the side and sat down, but his eyes never left Lin Ziyu. Lin Ziyu threw himself into alchemy again, but his mind was a little confused.

After finally waiting for the alchemy to be finished, Lin Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief. Long Yan immediately came forward and smiled ingratiatingly: "Ziyu, are you tired?"

Lin Ziyu rolled his eyes at him fiercely and scolded him unhappily, "What are you doing here? Do you know that your sudden appearance almost ruined this furnace of precious pills!" After saying that, he glared at the reckless guy in front of him angrily.

Seeing this, Long Yan rushed forward and hugged Lin Ziyu tightly, his face full of ingratiating smiles. He said softly, "Oh, my dear Ziyu, I was wrong. I promise I will never act so rashly again, okay? I lost my composure because I wanted to see you so much. And there's another important news: the Royal Academy is about to hold a grand competition. Let's go together to join in the fun."