That idiot from the Sword Sect turned out to be a lucky charm.

Today's competition is among more than 6,000 people; I'll try my best not to be ranked in the bottom 100.

This doesn't sound too difficult, right? Unfortunately, it's still not easy for those who aren't good at studying!

Lin Jun's team still has a dozen or so members who failed to avoid relegation. Today, they all listened to Lin Zhifeng's advice and adopted a strategy of conserving strength and admitting defeat immediately if things get too difficult.

There were seven rounds of matches today. Basically, by the end of the fourth round, everyone had secured their place in the league. Only Feng Ping, the son of Elder Feng who was in charge of logistics, remained.

This guy is quite old; he's the oldest among Lin Jun's group. He usually helps the brothers get some benefits from his father. So, although he's the weakest in the group, he's still doing pretty well.

He is currently only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm. Due to his limited talent and lack of hard work, those younger than him have all surpassed him, while he remains at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

He has a rather easygoing personality and isn't competitive. His ideal is to successfully achieve Nascent Soul stage and then take over his father's business.

There were a total of seven rounds of competition that day, and he lost every single one until the very end. He was truly a perennial loser!

Today's competition is over. If he's eliminated and relegated to the outer sect, his father will be furious and will definitely keep a close eye on him from now on. Thinking about how he'll soon lose so much fun, Fengping felt tired and frustrated.

After the seventh round of competition, there were 101 losers.

The next step will be to draw lots to determine the last lucky person who can remain in the inner sect.

Feng Ping was completely numb, sitting blankly on the ground, refusing to get up. He felt he was doomed! So he completely gave up, refusing to get up no matter how his cronies tried to pull him up.

Lin Zhifeng laughed and pushed through the crowd, pulling him up. Feng Ping, covered in sweat and smelling foul, used a cleaning spell on him and tidied him up. Then, he took his right hand and said, "Don't be afraid, Brother Feng, go ahead and draw. I'm one of the lucky ones out of fifty thousand, so I'll share some of my good fortune with you."

Feng Ping's gaze hardened, and he grabbed Lin Zhifeng's hand and rubbed it for a while. "Little Lin, if I can draw the last lot this time because of you, I'll treat you to a meal at the town's gourmet restaurant."

Lin Zhifeng laughed and said, "Then I'm afraid you'll have to pay for it. I'm definitely going to eat here."

This restaurant is extremely expensive, using only the meat of spirit beasts or immortal herbs over a hundred years old. The food prepared by the restaurant's chefs is not only delicious but also helps increase one's cultivation. A meal there can easily cost a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

Therefore, when Lin Jun and the others heard Feng Ping's words, they all joined in the teasing: "Feng Ping, you're not being fair, why did you only invite Lin Zhifeng?"

Feng Ping said boldly, "If I am fortunate enough to be one of the hundred chosen today, all of us brothers here will get a share, and I will treat everyone!"

Lin Jun happily chimed in, "If you fail, we'll go to a gourmet restaurant. It'll be my treat, as a farewell dinner for you!"

"..." Feng Ping thought to himself, "Nobody wants to eat the food you're treating them to, okay?"

The other brothers were quite happy to get a free meal.

Lin Zhifeng reminded him, "Senior Brother Feng, hurry up and go. About half of them have already drawn lots, and no one has won yet. If you trust me, go now; the odds will be higher that way."

Without saying a word, Feng Ping went straight to the place where the lots were drawn.

He reached his right hand, which had been imbued with Lin Zhifeng's "auspiciousness," into the bucket, grabbed a bamboo skewer at random, and was about to take it out when he suddenly felt uneasy. He used a bit of mysticism and chose another skewer. This time, the uncomfortable feeling was gone, and he grabbed the skewer and pulled it out.

Feng Ping picked up the bamboo stick and examined it closely, and to his surprise, he had actually hit the target!

He stood there, looking up at the sky, and roared, "Ahhh! It's me! I've won! I don't need to go to the outer sect anymore!"

Those who hadn't drawn yet and those who hadn't won before were gloomy, a stark contrast to Feng Ping, who was so excited he rushed to Lin Zhifeng's side.

Feng Ping excitedly handed the bamboo skewer to Lin Zhifeng, who smiled slightly and said, "Didn't I tell you? I'm a little lucky charm!"

After the elders announced the final results of the elimination round, Feng Ping waved his hand and said, "Let's go, it's on me. Let's go to the delicacies restaurant together."

Lin Zhifeng politely declined, saying, "Senior Brother Feng, I have a competition in three days. Could we postpone it a bit until I finish my competition? Otherwise, I'll be thinking about it and won't be able to drink freely. Wouldn't that be a waste of Senior Brother Feng's invitation?"

Lin Jun said, "That's true, that's true. Let's wait three more days. He should be done by the first day, so it won't cause any delays."

Feng Ping, hearing their suggestion, went along with it. The others had no objections either; they were just tagging along for the food and drinks, so of course they could come anytime.

The group parted ways, and before leaving, Lin Jun and the others said: "Next time we'll come and cheer on Lin Zhifeng, and then we'll go eat at a gourmet restaurant together after we're done."

Three days later, Lin Zhifeng appeared at the winners' bracket competition venue.

Their group, including him, has a total of 25,857 people. Since it's still a single person, it means one person will have a bye in today's competition.

Lin Zhifeng went up and drew a lot. Great, he got a bye again and went straight to the next round.

Today's first round of matches will take a long time to finish. Lin Zhifeng doesn't have to compete, but he can't go home either, because there's another round after this one.

Lin Jun and his friends also arrived early to watch, hoping that Lin Zhifeng would be eliminated quickly so they could go drinking.

This is the result now; we're forced to wait for the next round.

If the next round is also an odd number, we might have to draw lots again. If he gets a bye again, won't he miss out on eating today?

Lin Jun was an impatient person, and seeing that he wouldn't be able to eat today, he couldn't help but go to Lin Zhifeng and say, "Hey Lin, listen to my advice. Do you think you can get into the top 100 all the way through? Otherwise, you'll lose no matter who you face. Why waste your time here? This winners' bracket is so troublesome, it'll take a day or two to finish."

Lin Zhifeng remained unmoved and said, "How do you know I can't? I plan to be lucky all the way to the finish line—guaranteeing a top 100 finish and aiming for the top ten!"

Lin Jun's group of friends all thought he was daydreaming and started to tease him.

But who is Lin Zhifeng? Once he's made up his mind, no one can sway him.

The first round of matches wasn't decided until after noon. The next round of draws then took place.

Lin Zhifeng has once again been awarded a bye in a spectacular fashion.

Lin Jun and the others were disappointed after a day of waiting.

Lin Jun said, "Let's go, Little Lin, we'll come back in three days."

Lin Zhifeng said, "You guys go back first. I need to observe my opponents' matches so I can know them well when I take the field."

Lin Jun thought he was getting a bit arrogant! Why was he acting all cocky even before the game was over?

They were too bored to wait with him any longer.

Everyone took their leave, leaving Lin Zhifeng alone to watch with great interest.

Lin Zhifeng's biggest weakness is his lack of combat experience. By watching others compete, he can learn a lot of techniques. He can also learn about his opponents' weaknesses, giving him a significant advantage when he encounters them himself.

They wouldn't understand even if I explained it to them. Ah! That's how lonely true masters are.

After the second round of the competition that day, the winners and Lin Zhifeng participated in the draw for the next round.

Lin Zhifeng was once again given a bye.

Three days later, Lin Jun and the others came to watch again. Upon learning that Lin Zhifeng didn't have to play in the first round, everyone accepted it well. They were already used to it!

Lin Jun yawned and asked Lin Zhifeng, "Little Lin, tell me honestly, can you field an even number of matches today that actually require you to go up and compete?"

Lin Zhifeng said, "After today's competition, there are 102 people left. I guess like your group, two people will be eliminated at the end, and the remaining 100 will receive a reward."

Lin Jun understood immediately upon hearing this; it was no longer possible to do so today.

He patted Lin Zhifeng on the shoulder and said, "We're heading back now. If you mess up today, come find us. If you're really lucky and make it all the way to the finals, we'll come back in three days."

Lin Zhifeng nodded in agreement, his eyes still fixed on the game on the field.

Lin Jun and his group all left in a flash. What a wonderful time this is, why not do something else?