I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

Qin Yuan stepped forward to draw lots.

The number drawn was: 3,721.

His first opponent drew the number 9,864.

Round one, begin.

Qin Yuan stood on the stage, facing a young man at the peak of the Saint realm, a prodigy from a certain state.

The young man looked at Qin Yuan and smiled.

"A Saint of the third level? Does Qingzhou have no one left? They sent someone like this?"

Qin Yuan remained silent.

The referee gave the whistle.

The young man raised his hand and struck Qin Yuan with a palm!

The palm print was as thick as a mountain, carrying the terrifying pressure of a peak Saint!

Qin Yuan remained silent.

He simply raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at the young man.

One point out!

Soul-Shattering and Evil-Destroying Finger!

A pale golden finger strike pierced through the void, instantly shattering the palm print and disappearing into the young man's brow!

The young man's body stiffened, and the life in his eyes quickly vanished.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Then, he slowly collapsed.

One-hit kill!

The entire room fell silent!

A deafening scream erupted immediately!

"A Saint at the third level instantly kills a Saint at the peak?!"

"How is this possible?!"

"What kind of magical power is that finger strike? It's terrifying!"

On the high platform, the holy emperors all turned their heads to look.

Among the representatives of the Thirty-Six Grotto-Heavens, there was an old man with white hair. His gaze fell on Qin Yuan, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Chaotic entity...interesting."

Qin Yuan withdrew his finger, turned around, and stepped off the stage.

First round, victory.

The second round ended in a 100-second kill.

The third round ended in a flash.

The fourth round ended in a 100-second kill.

They crushed everything in their path.

No opponent could withstand even one move.

Qin Yuan's name began to spread throughout the entire venue.

"Qin Yuan from Qingzhou has won again!"

"Who is our opponent this time?"

"The Holy Son of Crimson Continent, at the peak of the Saint realm, is said to have a chance to break into the top ten of the Prodigy Ranking!"

"And the result?"

"One move! Just one more move!"

"Hiss—what kind of monster is this?"

In the quarterfinals, Qin Yuan's opponent is Lei Potian, the Holy Son of Leizhou.

He is the pinnacle of saints and is considered a favorite to win this competition.

The two stood on the stage.

Lei Potian looked at Qin Yuan with a solemn expression.

"Qin Yuan, you are very strong. But the gap between the third level of Sainthood and the peak of Sainthood cannot be bridged by a few supernatural abilities."

Qin Yuan said calmly.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Lei Potian's face darkened.

"court death!"

He threw a punch!

Lightning flashed, and the fist's energy surged like a dragon!

Instead of retreating, Qin Yuan advanced and met the attack with a punch!

"boom!"

The two fists collided, and a violent energy burst forth!

Lei Potian took three steps back!

Qin Yuan remained completely still!

Lei Potian's expression changed drastically.

"How is that possible?!"

Qin Yuan didn't give him time to react.

The second punch followed immediately!

The third punch! The fourth punch! The fifth punch!

Each punch is faster and harder than the last!

Lei Potian fought with all his might to resist, but was forced to retreat steadily!

After ten punches, he was blasted away by a single punch, crashing onto the edge of the Heavenly Pride Platform, unable to stand up again!

The entire venue erupted in cheers!

"Qin Yuan! Qin Yuan! Qin Yuan!"

Quarterfinals! Semifinals! Finals!

Qin Yuan advanced triumphantly all the way and finally stood on the stage of the finals.

His opponent was the emperor of Tianzhou, Tian Wuji.

At the pinnacle of sainthood, he is widely recognized as the number one in this competition.

The two stood facing each other.

Tian Wuji looked at Qin Yuan with a complicated expression.

"Qin Yuan, you are the strongest Saint Level 3 cultivator I have ever seen."

Qin Yuandao.

"You're not weak either."

Tian Wuji laughed.

"However, that's all for now."

He raised his hand, and a golden spear appeared.

Saint-level magic weapon, the Limitless Spear.

A spear thrust out!

The spear's energy surged like a dragon, tearing through the void!

Qin Yuan's eyes narrowed.

He drew his Xingtian Sword and slashed down with it!

The creation of heaven and earth!

The sword energy clashed with the spear energy!

"boom--!"

The entire Tianjiao Platform was trembling!

Both of them took three steps back at the same time!

Tie!

Tian Wuji's expression was solemn.

He knew he had met his match.

But he did not back down.

He took a deep breath, and his aura surged!

The Secret Techniques of Tianzhou: The Nine Forms of Heavenly Extremes!

First move! Second move! Third move!

Each shot was faster and heavier than the last!

Qin Yuan neither retreated nor yielded, and Xing Tian Sword met the attack head-on!

Create the world! Create the earth! Create the world!

The sword light and the spear light intertwined, bursting forth with a deafening roar!

After a hundred moves, the two were still evenly matched!

Tian Wuji's forehead was covered in sweat.

He had never encountered such an opponent before.

A Saint at the third level could actually fight him, a Saint at the peak, to a draw!

Moreover, he had a vague feeling that Qin Yuan had not yet used his full strength.

Because of the legendary Nine Forms of the God of War, Qin Yuan only used the first two forms.

What about the next seven moves?

he does not know.

He didn't dare to gamble.

That's enough.

Tian Wuji sheathed his gun and retreated.

Qin Yuan also sheathed his sword and looked at him.

Tian Wuji smiled bitterly.

"I can't beat you."

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

The Emperor of Tianzhou has voluntarily conceded defeat!

Qin Yuan sheathed the Xingtian Sword and bowed with clasped hands.

"Thank you for your concession."

Tian Wuji waved his hand.

"It's not that I'm giving in, it's that I really can't win. You're better than me."

He turned and stepped off the stage.

Qin Yuan stood on the stage, receiving cheers from tens of millions of people.

First place in the Grand Competition of Talented Individuals.

His name will be known throughout the entire Central Continent.

On the high platform, the thirty-six holy emperors all stood up.

The white-haired old man at the head looked at Qin Yuan and spoke slowly.

"Qin Yuan, congratulations on winning first place. According to the rules, you can enter the Thirty-Six Heavenly Caves to cultivate."

He paused.

"However, I have another suggestion."

Qin Yuan looked at him.

"Please speak, senior."

The white-haired old man smiled slightly.

"Join my Xuanhuang Grotto-Heaven and become my personal disciple. How about it?"

The entire audience erupted in uproar once again!

Xuanhuang Grotto Heaven is one of the top three of the thirty-six grotto heavens!

This white-haired old man is none other than the master of the Xuanhuang Cave Heaven, the Xuanhuang Holy Emperor!

Peak Saint Emperor!

He actually wants to take Qin Yuan as his disciple!

What an honor!

Qin Yuan remained silent for a moment.

Then he clasped his hands in a salute.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior. However, I already have a master and dare not seek refuge with another."

The entire room fell silent!

He refused?!

He rejected the Xuanhuang Holy Emperor?!

The white-haired old man was also stunned.

He then burst into laughter.

"Excellent! Excellent! You are loyal and righteous, I like it!"

He looked at Qin Yuan, his eyes full of admiration.

"Since you are unwilling to switch allegiance to another sect, then you can join my Xuanhuang Grotto-Heaven as a guest elder. How about that? It won't affect your master-disciple relationship with Taixu, and you can still enjoy the cultivation resources of the Grotto-Heaven."

Qin Yuan's eyes flickered slightly.

Being a guest advisor is indeed the best choice.

"Thank you, senior."

The white-haired old man nodded.

"Very well. From today onwards, you will be a guest elder of my Xuanhuang Grotto-Heaven. Three years from now, there will be a grand gathering in the Grotto-Heaven, and you will return then."

He raised his hand, and a token flew towards Qin Yuan.

The token is entirely gold, with the character "玄" (xuan) engraved on the front.

Qin Yuan accepted it.

"Thank you, senior."

The white-haired old man waved his hand, turned around, and disappeared from the high platform.

Qin Yuan put away the token and stepped down from the Heavenly Pride Platform.

Behind him, the cheers of tens of millions of people continued.

But he knew this was just the beginning.

The Central Continent comprises three thousand states, thirty-six grotto-heavens, and nine sacred domains.

His journey is still long.

Three days after the conclusion of the Grand Prix of Talents, Qin Yuan left Zhongzhou City.

He did not return to Qingzhou, but went directly to Xuanhuang Cave.