Divine Seal: I am a saintess of the human race, but also the heir to the Demon God.

Two years may seem like a long time to the average person in Amy City.

However, for the professionals from the six holy temples who were preparing to participate in the Demon Hunter selection competition, they wished time could slow down and they could have more time to prepare.

Among the favorites to represent the Temple in the finals, having emerged victorious from within the Magic Temple, are Lin Xin and others.

The representative of the Soul Temple is Chen Ying'er, and the representative of the Assassin Temple is Cai'er...

There are many top contenders for the Knights Temple.

Even Li Xin, with the power of the Moon Lotus Unicorn, made it to the final round and achieved a fairly high ranking.

As for Bai Ling, she ultimately chose to represent the Priest Temple in this Demon Hunter selection competition.

That's right, it's not a magic temple, but a priest's temple.

Bai Ling did this for a very simple reason.

In this year's Demon Hunter Selection Tournament, the other five temples each had some outstanding talents, and their strength was not weak.

Only the contestants representing the Priest Temple in the Demon Hunter selection competition were unable to understand Bai Ling's self-created priest skills in a short time, so their combat performance was still very weak.

Of course, without combat power, they no longer need to participate in the final free-for-all prepared by the alliance for the other five temples.

The Temple Alliance only requires them to pass the temple's tests and master a certain number of priest skills to ensure they can heal their teammates on the battlefield.

After all, rare geniuses like Bai Ling and Sima Xian are still a minority in the Priest's Temple.

The alliance can't possibly make an exception and put all the priests into the final free-for-all just because of these two, can it?

If we really do that, it would be hilarious if all the priests from the Priest Temple were eliminated after the competition, leaving no one in the team who can heal.

The alliance cannot bear such responsibility, nor dare to do so.

As Bai Ling and the others entered the final arena, an elderly man dressed in light gold clothing walked onto the podium.

This time, the league's bigwigs no longer needed to hide their identities. They stepped confidently to the front of the stage, their gratified eyes sweeping over the promising young talents below, who had progressed from the qualifiers to the individual competition and finally reached the finals.

His appearance immediately created an invisible pressure that enveloped everyone, naturally silencing the entire audience.

"Everyone has arrived. The grouping ceremony will now begin. All participants' numbers will be invalidated, and they will be divided by their names."

As he spoke, a giant crystal ball replaced the previous sphere of light.

As the crystal ball slowly descended from the sky, six crystal pillars rose from the ground and surrounded it.

The top of the crystal pillar has markings from one to six.

Lin Chen of the Magic Temple gracefully raised his hand, and the eighty-four orange-yellow spheres inside the crystal ball began to vibrate violently.

Immediately afterwards, small balls began to be flung out from the hole in the large crystal ball.

Soon, all the small balls entered the crystal pillars, with exactly fourteen balls in each pillar.

There are six final zones, with fourteen people in each zone.

Upon witnessing this scene, everyone closed their eyes, praying that they wouldn't draw players like Yang Wenzhao, Cai'er, or Han Yu.

Everyone hoped to be matched with Bai Ling, who had previously played in a points-based tournament and had luckily defeated Han Yu, Sima Xian, who resembled a berserker, and Li Xin, who relied on her mount and luck to reach the finals.

Lin Xin glanced at Bai Ling, who stood beside him with an extremely calm expression, and poked her shoulder, "Aren't you afraid that there are several of us in the same training ground?"

Bai Ling glanced at the other person, who looked like a casual stroller on the street. After a long while, she shook her head and said, "I'm not afraid."

Lin Xin asked, "Why?"

Bai Ling asked, "Guess?"

Lin Xin: ...

Those who overheard the conversation suppressed their laughter, and the previously tense and solemn atmosphere vanished.

The old man on the stage, who was also the deputy temple master of the Warrior Temple and the hall master of the Berserker Hall, said calmly: "The lottery has ended. If there are no problems, I will begin to announce the results."

Below the stage, the voice of Bishop Ruoshui of the Holy Temple rang out from behind the curtain, "Everything is normal, there is no external interference. Please have Temple Master Ren read out the list of finalists."

Upon hearing the gentle voice, the deputy temple master of the Warrior Temple, Kuang, turned around with a smile and nodded slightly.

Then, he walked to the first crystal pillar, and without him making any move, the fourteen orange-red balls inside jumped out one by one and floated in front of everyone.

"The first group of the finals will be held at the Knight's Trial Grounds. The list for the first group is as follows: Soul Temple Chen Ying'er..."

After the Palace Master Ren finished reading out Yang Wenzhao and Chen Ying'er's names, the group led by Lin Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they couldn't be matched with Yang Wenzhao!

Upon hearing that she had been matched with Yang Wenzhao, Chen Ying'er was furious, crying out, "Aaaaah, I don't want to be with him in the Knight's Trial Grounds!"

Unfortunately, Chen Ying'er's tantrums did not evoke sympathy from the crowd. Instead, they looked at the combination of composure and eccentricity with amusement.

Having become familiar with everyone, Yang Wenzhao smiled, silently looked at Chen Ying'er, and said with a smile, "This group is not bad, it's just me and Ying'er."

Chen Ying'er raised her umbrella and punched the shameless knight, "Who gave you permission to call me Ying'er?"

Li Xin joked, "You two need to work well together so that you can successfully represent the Soul Temple and the Knight Temple in the preliminary round."

Yang Wenzhao responded modestly, "Yes."

Chen Ying'er put her hands on her hips, snorted, and stopped talking.

Upon hearing Yang Wenzhao's name, Long Haochen's gaze immediately turned to Yang Wenzhao.

Clearly, he was looking forward to being among the names in this group.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, and his name didn't appear in this group.

Bai Ling saw through her brother's thoughts and whispered, "I know you want to fight Yang Wenzhao, but you also need to consider Cai'er's feelings, especially when you were injured before..."

Hearing his sister mention Cai'er in front of him, Long Haochen felt embarrassed and ashamed. "Sister, please stop. I know I was wrong."

Bai Ling rolled her eyes at Long Haochen and said irritably, "You know that's fine. I'm not stopping you from arranging a fight in private, so stop thinking about fighting Yang Wenzhao openly in the arena, okay?"

Long Haochen lowered his head and admitted his mistake, taking a long time to manage to utter a single word: "Good."

The injury Bai Ling mentioned refers to the encounter between Han Yu and Long Haochen during the Knights' Hall ranking competition some time ago.

At this point, under her intentional or unintentional guidance, Han Yu had long since lost the arrogance and the idea that everyone else was trash.

So it's practically a miracle that Long Haochen could win when he met him.

At least Han Yu is older than Long Haochen.

With an advantage in external spiritual power, and having grown up in the Knights' Temple since childhood, and with his grandfather being a paladin of the Knights' Temple.

Given such an overpowered matchmaking system, if Long Haochen hadn't dared to fight and hadn't risked everything by using a high-level Retribution Knight skill at the last moment to barely knock Han Yu away.

He might not necessarily win...

Of course, the price for Long Haochen's victory was lying on a hospital bed in the pastor's temple and receiving a week of treatment.

The treatment cost nearly five thousand gold coins, not to mention that Bai Ling, Long Haochen's older sister, was nagged by Bishop Ruoshui for a whole week.

The repeated questions were nothing more than: "How did you, as the older sister, raise your younger brother? His self-harming methods are reckless! It's a good thing I've been staying in Amy City recently, otherwise..."

While the siblings were talking, Lord Ren continued, "The announcement of the first group of participants has been completed. Please stand up. Staff will escort you to the competition venue to begin the first round of the tournament."

Yang Wenzhao and the others slowly left the scene, led away by staff members of the Holy Alliance.

Before leaving, he glanced at Long Haochen and Bai Ling, a hint of regret in his eyes.

Just as Long Haochen wanted to challenge him, he also wanted to challenge Bai Ling again with all his might.

"The second group of the finals will be held at the Holy Alliance Grand Trial Grounds Magic Trial Grounds. The list for the second group is as follows: 'Knight Temple Li Xin, Magic Temple Lin Xin, Assassin Temple Cai'er...'"

When Cai'er's name was mentioned, the others who were called out gasped in surprise.

That's it, a level 5 assassin, how are we supposed to fight him!

The ones with completely different expressions of mourning from the other seven were naturally Li Xin and Lin Xin, who knew Cai'er.

With a fawning smile on his face, Lin Xin walked past the people around him to Cai'er's side and said with a smile, "Miss Cai'er, would you please take good care of us later?"

Li Xin's expression clearly showed a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Cai'er, don't listen to his nonsense. Although we know each other, a competition is still a competition. On the field, we'll each rely on our own abilities!"

Cai'er stood to Long Haochen's right, and outwardly she remained cold and aloof.

She was like this all the time, except when she was alone with Bai Ling and Long Haochen.

But Cherrie had spent about two years getting along well with everyone. Even the coldest iceberg can be melted by sincere friendship.

So she nodded and said softly, "Okay."

At the same time, after reading out the list, the Palace Master Ren on the stage signaled the second batch of contestants to leave the venue as soon as possible and follow the referee to the designated place.

Upon hearing this, Cai'er said to Long Haochen, "I'll go first."

Long Haochen immediately replied, "Okay, good luck in the competition!"

What can save you, my brother...?

Bai Ling sighed, thinking, "What kind of guy cheers on his beloved girl like that? That's so clueless!"

Compared to Bai Ling, who looked at her younger brother with obvious disdain, Cai'er found Long Haochen's words extremely pleasant to hear, and her soft, delicate voice rang in Long Haochen's ears once again.

"Be careful during the match, don't get injured again. I'll still be there waiting for you after the match."

As she said this, a fleeting, almost imperceptible pang of heartache and helplessness flashed in her otherwise emotionless purple eyes.

Long Haochen was stunned for a moment, then nodded. He looked at Cai'er with a gentle expression and said, "Cai'er, I promise you."

Forced to eat a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), Lin Xin rubbed his forehead and said with a wry smile, "This is really a headache! It seems that luck isn't always on my side."

"You're a mage, not a warlock. What luck or misfortune are you talking about? You narcissist!"

As she spoke, Li Xin unceremoniously grabbed Cai'er's bamboo cane and acted as her bodyguard as they walked outside.

Cai'er, who was not used to being touched by others, paused slightly.

But when he thought that Li Xin was Long Haochen's nominal older sister, and that she took good care of Long Haochen in Haoyue City, and that she was usually carefree, straightforward and easygoing, he went with her.

On the stage, the deputy temple master of the Warrior Temple continued, "The third group of the finals will be held in the Warrior Trial Grounds! The roster is as follows: Priest Temple Bai Ling, Knight Temple Long Haochen, Assassin Temple..."

The crowd gasped in astonishment; among the ten people in this group, four were assassins.

Moreover, this group sounds equally strong.

When the four assassins whose names were called stood up and followed the staff out, their faces, which had been relieved that the eldest sister had left first, suddenly turned very ugly.

That's right, they weren't in the same group as the eldest sister, Cai'er.

But whose name did they hear?

For the past two years, regardless of wind or rain, Knight Temple Long Haochen has always escorted Sister Cai'er home and chatted and laughed with her from time to time.

Looking at Long Haochen's handsome face, which could even be described as stunning, the four assassins became even more certain of their guess.

The four of them were filled with despair. What if they had won against the young man favored by their eldest sister!

Will my older sister kill them after the match ends?

Not to mention, Bai Ling, representing the priest's temple, was standing next to the pretty boy Long Haochen.

These assassins, who represent the Assassin's Sanctuary and rank among the top ten, are all elites of the younger generation, and they all naturally have mentors behind them.

The four of them vaguely learned from their mentor that the girl standing next to Long Haochen was a black-haired girl whose beauty was in no way inferior to Long Haochen's.

Rumors circulate that Elder Leng, the Shadow Lord, and the Hero of the Assassin's Temple all know this mysterious girl.

Bai Ling is definitely not an ordinary pastor in the pastoral temple!

Don't forget, two years ago, the four of them witnessed Bai Ling being called by the light orb and fighting against Yang Wenzhao, a seeded player from the Knight Temple.

At that time, Yang Wenzhao was no match for his opponent.

And now, this unknown, mysterious contestant who has hardly participated in the inter-temple competitions has suddenly entered the finals representing the Priest Temple...

The problem is huge.

Bai Ling had no idea what these assassins were thinking. As she led her younger brother, Long Haochen, out with the staff, she kept an eye on the number two seed from the Magic Temple.

Why pay attention to the second seed of the Magic Temple, instead of the four top ten assassins of the Assassin Temple?

It's all because this second seed from the Magic Temple, in a way, is a little genius she nurtured while simultaneously creating her own magic.

The Holy Alliance Government was not far from the Holy Alliance Grand Trial Grounds, and soon they arrived at the Warrior Trial Grounds.

The order of the matches was determined after another draw, and the final rankings were calculated based on the number of wins.

The top three teams advance.

If the fourth-place team has a high enough number of wins, it also qualifies for the next round.

Bai Ling, who drew the first match, raised an eyebrow and looked at the slender assassin in the distance.

Good heavens, is fate trying to assign all the opponents that Long Haochen should have been matched with to her?

The referee announced loudly: "Because the arena is not suitable for the assassin to perform, four pillars will be raised to conceal his figure and ensure the fairness of the competition."

"Furthermore, since the side that is going to fight comes from the priest's temple, the rule is extended, and the priest only needs to be present for five minutes to be considered the winner."