How can simply creating a sect make you invincible?

Liu Yiyi glanced at Kun Kun and the mage, thinking to herself: "So these two are really fierce. But their names are just awful! What kind of names are 'Hum and Ha Generals'? Even 'Yanzu Yu Yan' sounds better!"

Ning Tian and his group were chatting and laughing.

Suddenly, a man stepped forward and politely said, "This humble servant greets Miss Liu."

Who are you?"

"In reply to Miss Liu, I am a servant of Young Master Xuanyuan Qing."

Upon hearing that it was one of Xuan Yuanqing's people, Liu Yiyi immediately stopped smiling and asked, "What does Xuan Yuanqing want with you?"

"It's like this, our young master greatly admires Miss Mu Qingcheng, and this bottle of precious celestial wine was sent by him to deliver to her."

"Xuanyuan Qing?" they all murmured at the same time.

Everyone looked up at the stage at the same time, and saw Xuan Yuanqing raise his wine glass and look at Mu Qingcheng with a smile.

Mu Qingcheng frowned slightly; she had never been fond of such unwarranted gestures of goodwill.

The group withdrew their gazes, and Mu Qingcheng said calmly, "Please thank Young Master Xuanyuan for his kindness, but I will not accept this immortal wine."

The person who delivered the wine looked hesitant. "Miss Mu, my young master is only offering this as a token of his appreciation. I hope you will accept it."

Mu Qingcheng's eyes were firm. "Please take the Immortal Wine back with you."

"Did you hear me? My senior sister told you to take the wine back and get out of here right now!" Kun Kun shouted angrily.

"Let's go! Didn't you hear what we said?" Liu Yiyi said with a stern face.

"I understand, Miss Liu. I'm sorry everyone! I'll leave now!"

"What kind of trash is Xuan Yuanqing! How dare he have such improper thoughts about our senior sister? If I run into him on the arena later, I'll beat the crap out of him!" Kun Kun cursed angrily.

"Brother Kun Kun, how can you be so rude? Senior Sister and Pavilion Master Liu are both here!"

"Hehe! Brother Mage is right, I just spoke too quickly. Senior Sister Qingcheng, don't be angry, I'll definitely teach this Xuanyuan Qing a lesson on the arena later."

I'm not angry. People like that don't deserve to make me angry. I just feel a little disgusted.

When Xuan Yuanqing on the stage saw the person who delivered the wine leave with it, the smile on his face froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

Brother Xuanyuan, it seems she doesn't quite appreciate your kindness! How about giving this woman to my Huangfu Song instead?

Upon hearing Huangfu Song's words, the people around him covered their mouths and chuckled.

"Huangfu Song, do you want to die?" Xuan Yuanqing looked at Huangfu Song with murderous intent.

"Xuanyuan Qing, who are you trying to fool with that murderous look on your face? Hmph..."

"Huangfu Song, if you have the guts, say those words again!"

"Stop, stop, stop! You two, don't do this. She's just a woman, it doesn't have to get to this point!" Murong Xuan quickly advised.

Huangfu Song snorted coldly and said: "The people of the Xuanyuan family are really domineering! They don't like the girl, but they won't allow others to pursue her."

"Oh dear! Brother Huangfu, please stop talking. Come, come, let's have a drink."

The Holy Son of Taiqing, Shen Changqing, watched the two make a fool of themselves, inwardly sneering: "What a bunch of good-for-nothings, arguing all this time over a woman."

At that moment, the referee's voice once again reached everyone's ears from the arena.

The preliminary rounds have concluded, with 283 participants advancing to the intermediate rounds. Combined with the 270 participants from the nine imperial clans, the intermediate rounds bring the total to 553 participants, divided into 276 groups of numbers. One participant received a bye.

The preliminary round's prodigies had one hour to replenish their depleted spiritual energy, after which they would draw lots on stage.

Holy crap, the China Open is finally here!

"That's right! The Central Tournament is where geniuses gather; half of them are from Emperor-level forces."

I wonder if those five people will be as good as they were in the preliminary rounds once they get to the intermediate rounds.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Every single one of the imperial clan's prodigies is invincible. Those five should be grateful they weren't instantly defeated by them."

"Tch, you don't know yet? Those five people have impressive backgrounds; they're almost on par with the prodigies of imperial clans."

"Fellow Daoist, what do you know? Do those five people have some kind of secret?"

"See that little red bird on the jade table, eating spiritual fruit and drinking spiritual wine?"

"I see it! What's wrong with that little red bird? Is it some kind of terrifying demon?"

"Hmph... Even more terrifying than a terrifying demon, that's a quasi-Emperor level divine beast phoenix. Just recently, this divine beast phoenix went on a rampage in Fengtian City in the south, slaughtering half the city's inhabitants."

"What? Half the city was slaughtered?" The person next to him swallowed hard, his legs trembling.

"Hmph... Everyone in the entire south saw it back then, otherwise why would I have said those five people were extraordinary? With a quasi-Emperor level divine beast, the Phoenix, protecting them, how could their backing be simple?"

"Fellow Daoist is right. I was too simplistic before. No wonder these five people have such high cultivation and combat power."

At this moment, on the main stage of the Heavenly Capital City's elite competition, the referee's voice rang out again: "The Intermediate Tournament is officially beginning! All elites are invited to come forward and draw lots!"

Upon hearing the referee's voice, everyone went up onto the stage, and Ning Tian and his group also slowly walked onto the ring.

"Look, those are the prodigies of the Murong imperial family; they've come up on stage."

Princess Murong Shuang is a strong favorite to win the championship this year.

"Tch... I think Shen Changqing of the Taiqing Holy Land is stronger than Murong Shuang."

"I think Jian Wuchen of Guiyuan Sword Pavilion will definitely take first place." His swordsmanship is unparalleled.

Speaking of swordsmanship, have you all forgotten about Prince Xuan Yuanqing? He possesses the Primordial Sword Emperor Physique and is a strong favorite to win the championship.

At this moment, Xuan Yuanqing came up to the stage and stopped in front of Mu Qingcheng, just quietly looking at her.

Hey! What are you looking at, you toad? Get out of here!

Kun Kun immediately stood between the two, glaring angrily at Xuan Yuanqing: "You better pray you don't draw me. Otherwise, you'll beat the shit out of you."

Xuan Yuanqing ignored Kun Kun's provocation and calmly said to Mu Qingcheng, "You will be mine sooner or later."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Mu Qingcheng stared at Xuan Yuanqing's retreating figure with murderous intent.

Above the high platform, the jade box for drawing lots floated in the air. The elder referee in charge of the competition spoke throughout the entire Tiandu Square:

"The rules of the competition are set! 553 prodigies, step forward one by one to draw lots! Those who draw the same number will face off against each other. One person will receive a bye and advance directly to the next round!"

After the first round of competition, participants went on stage again to draw lots until the final 30 entered the final.

As soon as the referee finished speaking, the hearts of all the prodigies tightened suddenly.

Five hundred and fifty-three people will be paired up for a duel, meaning that after the draw, one person will be lucky enough to receive a bye and advance directly to the next round of the tournament without a fight! The remaining five hundred and fifty-two people will fight each other in pairs, swords drawn. The winner will be remembered on the Heavenly Pride Arena, while the loser will be eliminated. Years of hard work and a lifetime of fame will be buried on this stage!

Om-!

The first to step forward were the prodigies of the nine emperor-level forces. Xuan Yuanqing of the Xuan Yuan Imperial Clan was the first to raise his hand, drawing out a scorching hot number plate with the spiritual power at his fingertips.

Xuanyuan Qing raised the number plate with one hand, and everyone saw that it was number 250.

Following closely behind, geniuses from various imperial-level forces took turns making their moves, their expressions calm and their confidence unwavering.

Two hundred and eighty-three preliminary round prodigies followed closely behind, some with solemn expressions, some with boundless fighting spirit, and some holding their breath in concentration.

Some pray to avoid Emperor-level geniuses, while others are fearless of powerful enemies, seeking only to become gods in one battle!

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, may the ancestors of the Wanfa Sect protect me and bless me so that I may draw card number 250." Kun Kun muttered to himself.

Mu Qingcheng, standing behind him, was also caught off guard by Kun Kun's trick.

A moment later, Kun Kun was heard muttering under his breath: "Consider yourself lucky, Xuan Yuan Qing. Next time you try, you won't be so lucky, hmph!"

The first round of draws is complete, and no highly competitive matches have been determined.