Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

On the morning of the first day of the tournament, before the sun had even fully penetrated the clouds, the arena was already buzzing with activity. Members of various factions had gathered early, creating a bustling and lively atmosphere. The clamor of the crowd blended together like a passionate prelude to battle, anticipating the official start of this suspenseful and exciting tournament.

Mo Shang led the Black Feather Palace into the arena. They wore uniform black attire, their sleeves fluttering in the wind. Their expressions were solemn and resolute, their steps steady and powerful, each one carrying a powerful momentum. Su Nan and Mo Yu followed closely behind Mo Shang. Su Nan had a beautiful face, her eyes gleaming with intelligence and determination; Mo Yu stood tall and proud, their posture full of heroic spirit. Both of them vigilantly observed their surroundings, not missing a single unusual movement.

Many factions participated in the tournament, but besides the Black Feather Palace, there were six prominent ones. First up was the Qingyun Sect, a sect steeped in history and profound in tradition, towering like a towering mountain amidst the martial arts world. Its disciples possessed exceptional swordsmanship, employing a myriad of styles that were difficult to predict. Some were as swift and powerful as a raging storm; others, as uninterrupted as a stream; and some, as dazzling as a glittering galaxy of stars. The leader of the Qingyun Sect, a master who had reached the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, possessed unfathomable power. It was said that his swordsmanship had reached such perfection that he could summon the very power of heaven and earth with his sword. With a single swing of his sword, the wind and clouds shifted, and a mighty sword aura raged, intimidating even the mere sight of him.

Next is the Iron Blood Gang, whose members are fierce and skilled in combat, their martial arts methods unparalleled and powerful, designed to crush their foes with sheer force. Their moves are sweeping and powerful, imbued with the power to split mountains and shatter rock. Each of the Iron Blood Gang's disciples is imposing, their muscular bodies bulging, their eyes radiating fearless courage and unwavering determination. Their leader, already in the early stages of the Divine Transformation Realm, is renowned far and wide, his mastery of horizontal training rendering him invulnerable to swords and spears, a rare rival in the martial arts world. Once, he single-handedly fought off numerous rivals, his powerful physique and ferocious punches leaving his opponents defenseless, cementing the Iron Blood Gang's legendary reputation in the martial arts world.

Then there's the Hundred Flowers Valley, filled entirely with female disciples, each one as beautiful as a fairy, yet possessing the heart of a vicious snake. They wield poison and hidden weapons, making them incredibly difficult to defend against. The Hundred Flowers Valley's martial arts are evocative and subtle, often unleashing fatal blows without warning. These seemingly fragile women possess ruthless wrath, their smiles often concealing deadly intent. The Valley Master, also in the early stages of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, has mastered the art of poison to such an extreme that she can concoct a variety of exotic poisons. Her poisons are colorless and odorless, yet once ingested, they quickly lose their combat effectiveness, sometimes even their lives.

Then there's the Beast Tamer Sect, which shares similarities with the Spirit Tamer Sect. They command a variety of powerful demonic beasts, communicating with them and achieving unwavering coordination. Each of these beasts possesses unique abilities. Some possess immense strength, like the mighty spirits, capable of crashing down mountains with ease; others are incredibly fast, streaking through the night sky like lightning, making their presence difficult to grasp; and some can breathe fire and spit ice, instantly transforming the battlefield. The Beast Tamer Sect's leader has reached the peak of the early stages of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and the demonic beasts he controls are incredibly powerful and formidable. Fighting alongside a demonic beast, he becomes one with it, his power multiplied, and his presence strikes fear into the hearts of all enemies.

And then there was Kongling Temple, where the monks primarily practiced Buddhism, their techniques mysterious and unfathomable. Under the Buddha's radiant light, they could purify evil spirits and liberate the souls of the dead. Their techniques imbued them with a compassionate yet immensely powerful power. Every move conveyed compassion for all creation and a resolute suppression of evil. The abbot of Kongling Temple had reached the early stages of the Divine Transformation Realm, possessing profound Buddhist skills and a mind as clear as a mirror. His reciting voice was resounding, stirring and inspiring awe. Su Nan had been surprised by their presence.

Finally, there's the Phantom Pavilion, renowned for its uncanny movements, appearing and disappearing without a trace, making them difficult to grasp. Their disciples are like ghosts, vanishing in the heat of battle only to reappear at the enemy's weakest point to deliver a fatal blow. The Pavilion Master of the Phantom Pavilion is at the early stages of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, possessing lightning-fast speed and unpredictable movements. His attacks are like fleeting phantoms, leaving no defense.

In the center of the arena stood a massive arena, constructed of solid bluestone. Its surface bore the marks of time and the scars of past battles. Some were deep sword marks, others were giant fist marks, and some were scorch marks, as if telling of the fierceness and brutality of past competitions. Flags of various factions fluttered in the breeze, rustling as if cheering for the impending battle.

The competition was presided over by a white-haired elder. Standing on the stage, he exuded an air of immortality, his beard flowing like a celestial being. His voice was resounding and clear, like the resounding of a mighty bell, echoing throughout the arena. "My fellow heroes, the purpose of this competition is to exchange skills and to stop at a certain point. However, fists and feet have no eyes, so I hope you will give it your all while refraining from causing any discord. Of course, there will be a small reward for this competition, which you may not appreciate, but the reward is not important. Our Northern Territory is the second-to-last of all the other regions in terms of strength. The last one is the Eastern Territory, which lacks a single cultivator. Therefore, we must also have a sense of crisis. This competition is to allow everyone to exchange skills, broaden our horizons, learn from each other's strengths, and overcome our weaknesses, thereby increasing the overall strength of the Northern Territory."

As the old man finished speaking, the first duel officially began. The contestants entered the arena, two small sects. Though young, they both possessed impressive strength. One, from the Qingfeng Sect, excelled in boxing, his powerful techniques so powerful that each punch carried a whirring sound, seemingly capable of shattering the very air. The other, from the Mingyue Sect, excelled in kicking, his techniques nimble and varied, his kicks raining down like a torrential downpour, leaving the audience breathtakingly busy. The two men engaged in a frenzy on the ring, their figures intertwining like two nimble eagles battling each other. Their fierce and powerful moves drew cheers from the audience, whose applause rose and fell like waves.

The disciples of the Black Feather Palace watched the competition intently, secretly assessing their opponents' strengths while also preparing for the battles they were about to face. Some clenched their fists, as if imitating their own moves on stage, feeling the power transfer; others whispered to each other, discussing countermeasures and analyzing their opponents' weaknesses and strengths. Mo Shang's expression was solemn, his gaze deep, like a bottomless lake. He knew that the previous competition was just a warm-up; the real challenge lay ahead. These forces had come with ill intentions, and this competition was bound to be fraught with danger. If they were not careful, the Black Feather Palace could be plunged into an irretrievable situation.

After several rounds of competition, it was the turn of a Black Feather Palace disciple. His name was Lin Feng, a leader among the younger generation of the Black Feather Palace. Lin Feng was sturdy, his features resolute, his eyes filled with confidence and determination. His posture was like a tall, straight pine tree, proudly standing between heaven and earth. Lin Feng leaped onto the ring, his movements light and graceful, like a falling leaf, landing silently. Opposite him stood a disciple of the Iron Blood Gang. He was a burly figure, his muscles bulging, his eyes gleaming with ferocity, like a hungry beast ready to pounce on its prey.

"Please teach me!" Lin Feng bowed, his voice clear and loud, showing the style of the Black Feather Palace. His voice echoed in the air, firm and powerful, making people feel his fearlessness and courage.

The Iron Blood Gang disciple snorted coldly and launched an attack without hesitation. He took heavy steps, like a moving hill, and each step shook the ring slightly. He swung his thick fist, bringing a gust of wind, and rushed straight to Lin Feng's face. The fist was like a cannonball, whistling towards Lin Feng. Lin Feng dodged sideways, and with the agility of a cat, he quickly counterattacked. He flashed and appeared at the opponent's side, raising his leg to kick at his waist. His kicks were like the wind, swift and accurate. For a moment, the two fought hard, punches and kicks were flying, and their figures were intertwined. Their movements were as fast as lightning, dazzling the eyes.

Su Nan, standing in the audience, remained calm. Mo Yu, on the side, analyzed Lin Feng's moves, occasionally exchanging a few words with Mo Shang. "Dad, Lin Feng's movements could be a little more flexible." Mo Shang nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving the ring, his expression revealing his trust and encouragement for Lin Feng.

After a fierce battle, Lin Feng, relying on his solid fundamentals and flexible tactics, gradually gained the upper hand. He seized an opening in his opponent's defense and delivered a powerful punch to the chest, knocking him back several steps. The punch was thunderous, carrying an unstoppable momentum. The Iron Blood Gang disciple steadied himself and attempted another attack, but Lin Feng gave him no chance, unleashing a series of relentless attacks, punches and kicks hitting him like a rocket. Finally, the Iron Blood Gang disciple collapsed, exhausted, and Lin Feng triumphed.

Lin Feng walked off the stage, greeted by cheers and praise from the Black Feather Palace crowd. "Lin Feng, well done!" "Bringing glory to Black Feather Palace!" Everyone's voices were filled with joy and pride, as if Lin Feng's victory was their shared glory.

As time passed, the competition intensified. Masters from various sects appeared one after another, showcasing their unique skills and techniques. The female disciples of Baihua Valley were graceful yet ruthless, their hidden weapons and poison powders making them impossible to defend against. They were like dancing butterflies, beautiful yet deadly. The disciples of the Beast Taming Sect coordinated with the ferocious monsters, striking with fierce force. The monsters' roars resounded through the air, terrifying the audience. The monks of Kongling Temple shone with Buddha's light, their Dharma power overwhelming the entire arena. Each of their moves was imbued with compassion and dignity.

Over the next two days, Black Feather Palace's disciples took to the stage one after another, with some winning and some losing, but all displaying the courage and fighting spirit of Black Feather Palace. Some fought bravely on stage, and though ultimately defeated, their tenacity and resilience earned the audience's respect; others, relying on their exceptional skills and cool heads, triumphed over formidable opponents, bringing glory to Black Feather Palace.

It was the last day of the competition, and it was also the final moment when the enemy was about to show their teeth.

Early in the morning, a sudden rumble of thunder echoed through the sky, and the once clear sky gradually darkened. Dark clouds rolled in, like a pack of black beasts devouring the sky. Mo Shang looked up at the sky, a sense of unease welling up in his heart.

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