My whole clan is a master, I have become invincible by investing in my clan members

"Uh, I..."

Tuoba Shouyun's mouth twitched and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

If I win a few games, it would be easier to find excuses for myself.

But we lost three games in a row at the start, how can we explain this?

Seeing him hesitating, Tuoba Zhaolie immediately understood what was going on.

"Yun'er, your father once said: A temporary defeat is nothing to be afraid of."

"Like when my father was young, there were many strong men, and defeat was common."

"But so what? The one who ultimately reached the pinnacle was still my father!"

"That group of geniuses just can't afford to lose."

"Once you fail, your mentality will collapse, your luck will be cut off, and it will be difficult to make any further progress in your cultivation!"

"But as a father... it's because of repeated failures that I have achieved what I have today!"

Speaking of this, Tuoba Zhaolie's eyes flickered, as if he was recalling the glorious years of the past.

But Tuoba Shouyun remained calm.

He even lowered his head slightly, revealing an indescribable expression.

This is because ever since he started his spiritual practice, his father has often encouraged him with his own experiences.

Therefore, he understood that what the other party meant by "repeated defeats" was a completely different concept from the literal meaning of "repeated defeats".

Imagine a cultivator who has just broken through to the Saint Realm. After sweeping away the Saint King, he challenges the Great Sage every now and then, but always fails in the end.

Can this really be considered as 'repeated defeats'?

Just as Tuoba Shouyun was secretly complaining in his heart.

Tuoba Zhaolie collected his thoughts and looked again.

"Yun'er, your father will not deny himself just because of a failure."

"And you, as my son, Tuoba Zhaolie, would certainly not do that!"

Hearing this, Tuoba Shouyun couldn't help but mutter, "Not just once..."

"But even if it happens twice, so what? I believe you will learn from this lesson and reach new heights!" Although Tuoba Zhaolie was a little surprised, he still tried to comfort her.

However, unexpectedly, Tuoba Shouyun shook his head: "Father, it's not twice."

"Hmm?" This time, Tuoba Zhaolie's face changed slightly and he felt extremely confused.

It was just a qualifying match, and yet my son lost three times in a row?

You know, even though I was at the sixth level of Saint Realm, I still won nine consecutive games in the qualifying matches.

Even if his son's talent wasn't as good as his own back then, considering his ninth-level Saint Realm cultivation, his record should be at most eight wins and two losses. How could he have lost three times? Could he have run into some peerless monster?

At this moment, Tuoba Shouyun's voice rang out: "Father, you were right. With my current strength, I can only wreak havoc in the Cangya World. On the Dayu Ranking, I am actually nothing. I was too arrogant before..."

I didn't agree with my father's point of view at first and thought he was just criticizing me.

But after those three hopeless battles, he finally woke up and had to accept the cold reality.

It turns out that I am really weak...

Seeing his eldest son so frustrated, Tuoba Zhaolie, with a serious expression, had to correct him: "The qualifying round is just the starting point. Yun'er, why are you so pessimistic? There is still a lot of time to go. You will definitely be able to sum up your experience in each battle, step by step to the peak, and become another powerful person in our Cangya World!"

I thought saying this would make my son feel better.

However, he never expected that after hearing these words, Tuoba Shouyun's reaction would be much more intense.

What? I'm going to have to keep getting crushed like this?

Father, do we really have to fight for the Dayu Ranking?

When Tuoba Shouyun thought of the various scenes in the future, his body trembled unconsciously.

Seeing this, Tuoba Zhaolie frowned, not knowing why his comfort had the opposite effect.

Then I realized that something was not right and there was a huge discrepancy between what I had imagined and what I thought was right.

He said solemnly: "Yun'er, what exactly happened?"

When Tuoba Shouyun heard the voice, an expression uglier than crying suddenly appeared on his face.

"Father...Father, I really feel like a loser..."

Tuoba Zhaolie stretched out his hand and placed it on the other person's shoulder.

"Speak slowly, speak slowly."

Tuoba Shouyun nodded slightly and said, "Father, you know, I played three qualifying matches in total, and I lost all three. Moreover, each match was not evenly matched, and I was crushed the entire time. The opponents I matched in these qualifying matches were really ridiculously strong..."

Soon, he told everything that had happened.

First, he didn't even see Jiang Chen's moves clearly before he was ruthlessly crushed by the opponent.

Before he could even say a word, he was killed by Jiang Beixuan with the Sword Emperor-level sword intent.

In the end, she was treated like a toy by a young man named "Huang".

At the end of his speech, there was even a hint of tears in his voice.

"Father, am I really useless?"

"For three consecutive games, I didn't even have a chance to fight back, and I was defeated just like that..."

After saying this, he wanted to get comfort from his father, but unexpectedly found that there was no sound around him.

Then he raised his head slightly and looked forward, only to see his father in a daze.

"Father."

He called again.

Tuoba Zhaolie finally recovered.

Realizing that he had lost his composure in front of his eldest son, he coughed lightly a few times to hide his embarrassment.

Then he said: "Yun'er, you really don't need to worry about it. You have encountered these three competitions..."

"You have encountered a peerless monster, right? Father, I understand your good intentions." Tuoba Shouyun shook his head.

If he was truly a peerless monster, would he really allow himself to run into him three times in a row so easily?

I'm afraid all of this is just a lie my father made up to comfort himself.

At this moment, he firmly believed that his understanding of the Daluo Battle List was not deep enough.

The strength of those contestants is far greater than what is rumored.

Then, he looked at Tuoba Zhaolie and said, "Please rest assured, father! Even if you don't say this, I understand that in the coming time, I will definitely practice hard and will never underestimate the heroes of the world again!"

He understood that if he continued to participate in the qualifying competition, he would probably meet many people like Jiang Chen, Jiang Beixuan, and Huang.

Therefore, in order to prevent his record from becoming zero wins and ten losses, he has made up his mind to calm down and try to have the strength to fight back!

"Yun'er, you..."

Tuoba Zhaolie's mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was filled with complicated feelings.

He swore, even though he had told many lies before in order to raise his son.

But this time, he really told the truth!

If what the other party said is true, then the strength of these three opponents is at least in the top 100 of the Globe rankings.

As a result, these three people actually came to participate in the qualifying competition, and their own son was ranked next to them. Isn't this bullying?

"However, this misunderstanding is a good thing. It will be of great benefit to Yun'er's future."

It would be a bad thing if my son couldn't get out of the haze.

But if the son can break down and then rebuild himself, that would be a great thing.

Maybe his future achievements will be comparable to or even surpass his own.

It was because of these thoughts that Tuoba Zhaolie did not reveal the truth.

"That's fine."

"After we get back, I will let your father train you well!"

"Wait until the day you can regroup and fight again on the Dayu Ranking!"

"Yes, Father!"

Tuoba Shouyun agreed solemnly, and his eyes regained some brightness.

Then, the father and son looked at each other.

Although they all have different little thoughts.

But no one mentioned the three consecutive defeats just now.

..........

As the time goes.

In front of the Wan Zhan God Platform in a certain area, there was already a bustling crowd.

A group of monks gathered together, whispering to each other, with different expressions on their faces.

"Brother Wang, why are you out now?"

The sturdy man called Brother Wang had a bitter look on his face. He sat down on the ground and pounded his thigh.

"Don't mention it! I was so unlucky and ran into a monster!"

"monster?"

"Is there anyone more powerful than you?"

"Really! That person is a swordsman!"

The sturdy man named Wang's voice trembled, as if he had not yet recovered from the crushing blow.

"He's not even an ordinary sword cultivator, but a...Sword Emperor!"

"Who would have thought that I would encounter such a person after just winning four consecutive qualifying matches?"

"The terrifying sword intent was so strong that even with my ninth-level Saint Realm cultivation, I couldn't resist it and was directly sent flying by the sword!"

"Sword Emperor? Wait, Brother Wang, aren't you fighting on the Dayu Ranking?"

"Yes, normally, such beings would only appear on the Dahong list where great saints gather. How could they appear on the Dayu list where saints compete for supremacy?"

"Look at what you said. How could the Great Yu Rankings never produce a Sword Emperor? Everyone knows that the person ranked ninth on the Great Yu Rankings is a Sword Emperor!"

"But you already said that, that's ninth on the Globe Rankings, but this is just a qualifying match!"

"Could it be that... there's another swordsman who can break into the top ten of the Dayu Ranking?"

The crowd was in an uproar, their expressions shocked.

Then they hurriedly asked, "Brother Wang, who is that person?"

"Speak up! Once he finishes his qualifying matches, we can spend our points to watch him. It's definitely worth it!"

"Yes, this is much more cost-effective than directly watching the top 100 or even top 10 matches."

Under the gaze of the crowd, the burly man surnamed Wang slowly said, "That man's name is—Jiang Beixuan."

"If you are lucky enough to meet him on the Dayu Ranking in the future, hehe, I advise you to surrender directly."

This statement caused another sensation!

"Jiang Beixuan? I remember this name!"

"I bet he'll be in the top 100 in three days!"

"Three days? I bet you two days!"

……

at the same time.

Outside the Wanzhan Arena in another area.

A large group of monks gathered and discussed:

"Hey, have you heard? The Daoist's younger brother, Muchenfeng, from Daoque Divine Sect, had his nine-game winning streak cut short in the qualifying match!"

"Hiss~ How is this possible? Although I've heard that this person's talent isn't as good as his brother's, he still possesses a Saintly Body and has reached the ninth level of Sainthood. With such top-tier equipment, achieving ten consecutive wins in the qualifying matches would be a piece of cake. How could he lose?"

"You don't know this yet, do you? Mu Chenfeng's defeat this time wasn't just an ordinary one. He was defeated in one move in the tenth round!"

"What? One move?!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

"He is the direct descendant of the Daoque Divine Sect! His elder brother is even ranked fourth on the Dayu Ranking!"

"His brother even asserted that Muchenfeng's strength would definitely rank among the top 500 on the Dayu Ranking!"

"With such formidable strength, how could he be defeated in a single blow in the qualifying match? What kind of monster is this enemy?"

"Isn't he the kind of ruthless person who can break into the top 100 of the Glory Rankings with just one move?"

"Who? Who beat him up like that?"

"I only know that person's name is... Jiang Chen!"

"Jiang? Jiang Chen?"

Someone's expression changed, and he exclaimed, "Could it be the branch of the ancient Jiang family in the Xingluo world, south of Tianxu?"

"It's a bit interesting."

"Ten years ago, the Jiang family's divine son suddenly appeared in the world, shocking the world. However, just when he reached the 95th place on the Dayu Ranking, he unexpectedly died in the secret realm of time and space. It is a great regret."

"Indeed, I thought the ancient Jiang family would be silent from now on, but I never imagined that they would secretly cultivate an even more terrifying figure."

"The proud ones are like the stars; the truly dazzling ones are ultimately hidden deep within."

"Hehe... This Jiang Chen is probably even more terrifying than his deceased brother!"

"Let's go, let's wait until he finishes his qualifying matches and then use our points to watch him—he's a super seed with the potential to break into the top 100!"

Everyone was talking about it, looking excited.

..........

Tianxu Realm, North.

Blood Moon World.

As a four-star superior world with several quasi-emperors, its profound foundation is also ranked among the top five in the entire northern Tianxu.

At this moment, deep inside the Blood God Sect, the most powerful force.

The blood pool rolled and the devilish light surged.

Inside the hall, a young man sat cross-legged, his whole body filled with blood and energy, with a faint divine light emanating from him.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of loneliness deep in his eyes.

"Lou'er."

An old voice sounded beside him.

He was an old man with white hair and wearing gray clothes.

The aura around him was terrifying, and he was obviously a quasi-emperor!

This is the most powerful person in the Blood God Sect—Ancestor Xue Ming!

At this moment, he casually glanced at his junior and asked softly, "How is the qualifying match going?"

The young man stood up and saluted, then said in a deep voice, "Old Ancestor, in this qualifying match, we have eight wins and two losses..."

"what?"

Ancestor Xue Ming's eyes focused, causing the entire palace to tremble!

Eight wins, he was not surprised.

But how is it possible to have “two losses”?

Who is Ye Chonglou?

He was the successor he personally trained, and also the most powerful genius in the Blood God Sect in the past ten thousand years!

He was extremely talented. With the supreme bone in his body and strong comprehension, after reaching the ninth level of the Saint Realm, he swept through all the strong men of the same level in the Blood Moon World and possessed the potential to be a quasi-emperor!

How could such a peerless genius, who was expected to succeed him and lead the Blood God Sect, lose in a mere qualifying match? And lose twice?!

"say clearly."

Ancestor Xue Ming said in a deep voice.

Ye Chonglou noticed the old ancestor's displeasure and broke out in a sweat instantly.

But in the end, he suppressed his fear and said, "Old Ancestor, I was indeed winning all the qualifying matches according to your plan."