Xian has been cultivating

In a flash, 150 disciples from 30 sects stood on the stage, solemn as bronze figures. As if by some invisible tacit understanding, these disciples, without needing to communicate verbally, naturally dispersed in groups of five.

Each team's members stood in a well-organized pattern, maintaining a suitable distance from each other, allowing them to support each other without being too crowded to affect their movements. This precise and efficient grouping method was truly admirable.

Meanwhile, the audience watching the fight could easily distinguish the disciples from different sects through this grouping format. Each sect's attire, symbolism, and unique martial arts techniques were fully displayed on the stage. The audience either murmured and discussed, or watched intently, filled with anticipation for the fierce competition that was about to unfold.

"Very good, now that all 150 of you are here, it's time for me to take the stage. Lights, salutes, come on, and welcome me, your most popular guest!"

In this seemingly peaceful atmosphere, someone suddenly shouted these words at the top of their lungs. Instantly, the deafening sound of firecrackers rang out, crackling and resounding through the sky. Then came the deafening sound of gongs and drums, like rolling thunder, echoing through the air wave after wave.

It is such a lively scene that if an uninformed passerby passes by here, he might mistakenly think that a grand wedding is about to be held here!

As the roar of the cannons gradually faded, the lights, previously hidden behind the scenes, finally appeared. Although it was bright daylight, the brilliant light emitted by those magical artifacts carefully crafted from special materials seemed even more clear and dazzling even under the blazing sun.

The beams of colorful lights danced and leaped freely in the air like spirits for a moment, then, as if in sync, they all converged in the same direction. And in that spot where the beams converged, a figure stood firmly.

"Lin Fan! Look! Under that bright light, there's a figure standing upright. Who is that person?"

Hearing this, Lin Fan quickly turned his gaze in that direction. After taking a closer look, he said, "Let me take a look... Hmm, judging by his figure and posture, he seems to be Monk Number Ten."

When the others heard this, they immediately started whispering to each other.

"What? It's Monk No. 10! I didn't expect that even a figure like him would show up here." Someone was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Yes, you know that the number ten monk rarely shows up on weekdays. He actually came here in person this time. It can be seen that this sect ranking competition is definitely extraordinary. It must have attracted many masters to gather here." Another person echoed.

As everyone was discussing the matter, they couldn't help but look forward to the upcoming sect ranking competition. After all, it was a rare event to see so many powerful characters competing on the same field.

At this time, Lin Fan, Yan Yi and Leng Feng were chatting enthusiastically with other sect disciples, and the name "Cultivator No. 10" popped up in their mouths from time to time.

Hong Huang, standing by, was completely bewildered. He had never heard of this so-called "Number Ten Monk," let alone the extent of his influence.

Watching everyone's heated discussion, Hong Huang couldn't help but wonder: Who exactly is this "Number Ten Monk"? Why is everyone so familiar with him, while I, like an outsider, know nothing about him?

"Lin Fan, who is that good-hearted cultivator you're talking about? Is he very powerful?"

"Brother Hong Huang, I want to correct your statement. The number ten cultivator is not a good cultivator. As for whether he is very powerful, I can't say for sure, but he is very famous, not only in the Southern Region, but also in the entire Tianxuan Continent."

"Let's talk later, Leng Feng. It seems that the monk number ten you are talking about is about to start speaking. Let's listen to what he is going to say first."

Just as Hong Huang finished speaking, the number ten cultivator slowly and unhurriedly completed his incredibly handsome, unique, and iconic pose. This pose was as natural and smooth as flowing water, and every subtle movement perfectly showcased his unique charm and demeanor.

Then, a remarkable scene unfolded—Brother No. 150 lightly leaped and landed steadily on a peculiarly shaped flying disc. The disc shimmered with a mysterious light, as if possessing infinite magical power. With a thought from Brother No. , the disc slowly rose and, with graceful swiftness, floated toward the contestants ahead.

In the blink of an eye, Brother Number Ten had soared directly above the 150 contestants. He gazed down upon them from above, radiating a powerful aura that drew everyone's attention. He shone like a dazzling star, capturing everyone's gaze and attention.

"Hello everyone! I am Brother No. 10, your old friend."

"Ahhh! Brother No. 10, we like you..."

This monk number ten just said one sentence, and it caused cheers, screams and applause from the audience and contestants, just like a very famous star on Earth.

"Calm down, my fans. Although I know you love me very much, the most important thing right now is to introduce the rules of the Disciple Competition for this sect ranking tournament to the 150 chosen ones on the stage. So please control your emotions. Monk No. thanks you all in advance."

Hong Huang originally thought that there would be cheers after Monk No. 10 said this, but he did not expect that the scene was unusually quiet. This was beyond Hong Huang's expectations and gave him a new perspective on Monk No. 10.

"The rules of this competition are very simple. It's a monk battle royale! Before the competition begins, the 150 disciples on the stage will be teleported to a vast area. That will be your battlefield."

"Master Monk No. 10, how do we teleport? Do we teleport five people from each sect together?"

"That's a good question. I'm not sure if it came from a contestant on stage or from the audience, but it's a good question anyway. The 150 people here will be teleported to random locations based on their number of participants. So, when you enter the battlefield, some contestants might be alone, some might be in groups, or even completely strangers gathered together."

"Thank you for your explanation, Monk No. 10. Now, what does this Battle Royale mean?"

"Good question. The Battle Royale is a battlefield that will progress over time, reducing the safe fighting space. If the battle drags on too long, there will no longer be a safe battlefield. As for the risks of leaving the safe battlefield, I can only tell you that it will continuously reduce your spiritual power. Once your spiritual power is exhausted, the contestant will feel uncomfortable. Finally, the contestant who faints on the battlefield will be eliminated."

"Also, to prevent some contestants from using their own recovery items to outlast other contestants, you won't be able to use anything in your storage bags or rings once you enter the battlefield. However, if you have a small space, you can use it, provided you've cultivated it yourself. Otherwise, it won't work."

"Having said all that, it's time to talk about supplies. Supply boxes may be found in various locations on this battlefield. These boxes are either hidden in secluded places, guarded by powerful spirit beasts, or require you to pass certain trials. These supply boxes will contain various treasures that can help you win, such as elixirs to restore your status, items to enhance your own strength, and so on..."

"There's one more thing I forgot to mention. In addition to the supply boxes scattered across the battlefield, there's also a very conspicuous oversized supply box randomly dropped at regular intervals. This oversized supply box will slowly descend from the air to the ground and will only open when it touches the ground. The items inside will be several times more powerful than the treasures inside the supply box. So, Monk No. 10 urges all contestants to compete for this oversized supply box."

"The above are the rules of this competition. The condition for victory is naturally to remain on the battlefield until the end. The sect to which the last contestant remaining on the battlefield belongs will win the disciple competition."