How can simply creating a sect make you invincible?

Sixteen hundred handyman disciples arrived at the arena one after another.

Wang Lin concealed his spiritual energy, his gaze sharp as he swept over the 1,600 servant disciples below. His deep voice, amplified by his spiritual energy, resonated throughout the entire plaza, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present:

"I am Wang Lin, the law enforcement elder for this event. Everyone, please step forward one by one and draw a competition number. Those with the same number will come up on stage to duel."

Another elder in charge of law enforcement waved his hand, and a huge box appeared in the center of the arena. The surface of the box was engraved with profound runes to ensure the fairness and impartiality of the lottery.

"Sword Master Guiyuan, these menial disciples are all quite good. Are the requirements for recruiting menial disciples in the Wanfa Sect really that high?" asked the Pavilion Master of Tianbao Pavilion.

"Indeed, although most of these servants are at the Golden Core stage, and there are dozens who have just entered the Purple Mansion stage, their talents seem quite good, much stronger than the servants of my Sword Pavilion."

The menial disciples really wanted to tell them, "Our sect has an evolution pool."

"Hey, do you think that little girl sitting in the sect leader's chair is the sect leader's daughter? She's so strong, she's already at the peak of the Purple Mansion realm."

"It's hard to say, but it's very likely. Didn't you see that the three direct disciples were all sitting below the sect leader? Only this little girl dared to sit in the sect leader's chair."

People from various factions speculated among themselves, while also memorizing the appearances of Ning Tian, ​​Mu Qingcheng, and Ling Yunzhi, lest their family's younger generation accidentally offend them, which would be troublesome.

"Disciples who drew the same number, please come to the competition platform," the enforcement elder announced.

Soon, the disciples who were going to participate in the competition were all standing on the thirty competition platforms.

"The competition begins..."

Standing on the number one competition platform were Wang Hu, who was in charge of sweeping the floor, and Er Gou, who did odd jobs in the alchemy room.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Er Gou."

"Come on, Junior Brother Wang Hu." Er Gou grinned.

Wang Hu flashed forward like a gust of wind, his spiritual energy coalescing into a fist, which he slammed into Er Gou's chest. Er Gou remained calm, dodging to the side while simultaneously grabbing Wang Hu's arm and forcefully shaking him, causing Wang Hu to stumble and nearly fall.

A gasp of surprise rang out from the sidelines. Wang Hu steadied himself, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, but he muttered incantations, his spiritual energy surging, and he summoned a water blade, which he thrust towards Er Gou.

Er Gou frowned slightly, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and like a ghost, circled behind Wang Hu, raising his hand to pat him on the back.

Wang Hu felt a powerful force strike him and lunged forward. Just as he was about to fall, he suddenly turned around, slashing with his water blade, and Er Gou hurriedly retreated. The two exchanged blows, neither gaining the upper hand for a time.

Everyone around watched intently; this seemingly unremarkable contest was surprisingly exciting. Suddenly, Er Gou seized the opportunity and unleashed a fierce palm strike, hitting Wang Hu squarely in the chest. Wang Hu groaned and fell to the ground. Er Gou clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Thank you for the favor."

Wang Hu struggled to his feet and returned the greeting, saying, "Senior Brother Er Gou is truly superior; I am completely convinced."

The same thing happened on other competition stages...

Soon, the winners and losers of the first round of competitions were all determined.

The disciples for the second round of competition have already taken the stage...

At this moment, female disciples from Hundred Flowers Valley came up carrying plates of spiritual fruits and tea.

Seeing that there was only so little food, the various factions thought to themselves, "The Myriad Laws Sect is too stingy! Just a cup of tea and a plate of spiritual fruit—who can eat that little bit?"

"Yeah, this little bit isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap," everyone thought to themselves.

The top-tier forces had two portions of spiritual fruits laid out before them, one more peach than the other forces.

Upon seeing the peaches, Liu Yiyi immediately tugged at her father's clothes, signaling him that they were good food and he should eat them quickly. At the same time, she gave Guiyuan Sword Master a meaningful look.

"What's with that look from Liu Yiyi? Is she telling me to eat?" The Sword Master of Guiyuan was completely bewildered by Liu Yiyi.

But what the Sword Master Guiyuan saw next left him dumbfounded: Liu Bai and his daughter Liu Yiyi were wolfing down their food, and the fruit plate was instantly emptied.

"My daughter, these peaches of immortality are truly wonderful. The Imperial Clan is incredibly generous to offer such a treasure. And these Mystic Spirit Fruits are excellent too, granting me ten years of cultivation."

Seeing this, the Sword Master of Guiyuan also picked up a peach and tried it. After taking a bite, a vast amount of life force immediately surged into his body.

"Brother Guiyuan, I don't think these spiritual fruits suit your taste. Would you like me to help you with them?" the Tianbao Pavilion Master said with a smile.

"No...no...no...I can handle these spiritual fruits myself." The Sword Master of Guiyuan immediately shielded the two plates of spiritual fruits with his hands and said, "Sword fanatic, what are you looking at? Eat up, why are you being so silly!"

The three from the Northern Sea Ice God Palace looked at the Guiyuan Sword Master and his companions with puzzled expressions: "It's just two plates of spiritual fruits, why are you fighting over them?"

"Master, you should try some too. Something that the Sword Master of Guiyuan and the Pavilion Master of Tianbao Pavilion are fighting over is certainly no ordinary item," said the Holy Maiden Nianxi.

"That's right, it's just an ordinary spiritual fruit, why would these two old fogies fight over it?" The Palace Master of the Northern Sea Ice God Palace picked up a peach, his eyes suddenly widening. He didn't care about his status as a Palace Master anymore and started eating it in big bites.

The other top powers did the same; after taking a bite, the spiritual fruits on the plate were all gone in less than half a minute.

When they drank the Enlightenment Tea, everyone exchanged glances and suppressed their shock: "The things from the Imperial Sect are indeed extraordinary."

"Daughter, the Imperial Clan has such good things, why don't you exchange some for them?" Liu Bai said.

"Father, I didn't know the Imperial Clan had such a treasure either. Like you, I only found out today."

When the focus returned to the competition stage, the miscellaneous disciples had already selected the top 100 disciples to enter the outer sect, and all of the dozens of disciples at the Purple Mansion Realm had been selected.

When the various factions saw the rewards for the top ten, their eyes turned red with envy: "The Myriad Laws Sect is far too extravagant! Is this how you reward your disciples?"

"The first place winner has three spiritual fruits, one of which is a peach of immortality. This sect's foundation is terrifying."

"Now, outer disciples, please come up on stage to draw lots," the Enforcement Elder announced.

Four thousand five hundred and fifty outer disciples received their lottery numbers in order.

The disciples who drew numbers one through thirty flashed onto the competition stage, and spiritual energy fluctuations began to permeate the air. Some disciples took the lead in circulating their energy, while others unsheathed their magical treasures, which emitted soft chimes. Long swords, short knives, spears, and all kinds of magical treasures appeared. Some disciples even gathered their divine power with their bare hands.

On each competition stage, the shouts and encouragement of the watching disciples, along with the sound of spiritual energy whistling through the air, seemed to merge into a passionate battle song, and the fighting spirit of the young people soared to the sky.

Zhao Tiezhu stood tall and straight, a surge of azure light erupting from his palm as a longsword of spiritual energy materialized in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly. Opposite him, Niu Dazhuang was bare-handed, his arms wreathed in earthy-yellow spiritual light, his muscles taut, the bluestone slabs beneath his feet cracking inch by inch, his fierce blood energy rushing straight at Zhao Tiezhu.

"Senior Brother Zhao, please forgive me," Niu Dazhuang said in a booming voice.

"Come on, Junior Brother Niu!" Zhao Tiezhu struck first, his figure shooting out like an arrow released from a bow. His longsword pierced the air, leaving a sharp blue light as it aimed directly at Niu Dazhuang's chest. Spiritual energy, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, stirred up gusts of wind!

Seeing the sword light approaching, Niu Dazhuang stomped the ground and leaped into the air, his earth-elemental spiritual power surging like a barrier as he crossed his arms to block!

clang--!!

The deafening clang of metal clashing against metal was deafening, accompanied by an explosion of spiritual light. A violent shockwave swept outwards from the two figures, instantly cracking the stone slabs of the arena! The sharp sword energy struck the barrier of spiritual power, scattering countless sparks. Zhao Tiezhu flicked his wrist, his longsword slashing horizontally, the sword shadows so dense they were impenetrable, completely enveloping Niu Dazhuang!

Niu Dazhuang roared, advancing instead of retreating, bracing himself against the sword strikes. His fists, imbued with immense power, moved like tigers unleashed from the mountains, the wind howling around them, each punch causing the sword light to tremble! He neither dodged nor evaded, meeting attack with attack, his hard and fierce swordsmanship causing his fists and blades to collide wildly time and time again, the booming sounds of clashing spiritual energy filling the air, and dazzling light illuminating the entire arena!

On the verge of life and death, Niu Dazhuang's eyes turned bloodshot, and his spiritual power exploded to the extreme. He wrapped his arms around himself and condensed a massive earth spirit fist as heavy as a mountain, which he smashed out to meet the sword rainbow!

boom--!!!

Blood seeped from Zhao Tiezhu's tiger's mouth. He sheathed his longsword, clasped his hands together, and said, "I have lost, Junior Brother Niu."

The same was true on the other arenas, where sharpness clashed with ferocity, resilience with passion. Every collision gripped the audience's hearts, and every exchange showcased the pride of youth! There was no cheating, no retreat, only a head-on clash of strength and a battle of wits, pushing this one-on-one duel to its most exhilarating peak!