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In the 996th year of the Dajing calendar, the 11th year of the Ming Xuan reign, on the third day of the tenth month in autumn.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Before we knew it, the day for the Fudi general election arrived.

During this period, although the people of the Six Doors still made no attempt to hide their hostility towards the Demon Slayer Division, they did not take any further outrageous actions.

This left Mu Yang feeling quite regretful.

Early that morning, Mu Yang rode Xiao Hei along the path toward the place where the Fudi election was being held.

It was a valley located about twenty miles southeast of Qinghe County.

The valley is not high, and although a branch of the Qingshui River flows through it, there are not many trees inside; in fact, they can be described as sparse.

The only advantage is that the valley is very spacious, with a huge flat area that allows even a sixth-level martial artist to fight freely.

This is the location where the annual general elections have been held.

"It really is a rather primitive fighting arena..."

After Mu Yang arrived at the valley and saw the whole area, he couldn't help but murmur a sentence.

He had thought there would be a space similar to the Demon Slayer Training Ground, but upon closer inspection, he realized that there were no facilities or buildings at all.

Only four deep and long trenches were carved into the ground to indicate the size of the "arena".

In addition, the "arena" is also full of cracks, all traces left by past battles.

Mu Yang glanced around the valley.

Although he arrived early, many others had already arrived before him.

Standing on the northwest side of the valley were two martial artists, a man and a woman, dressed in dark blue tight-fitting clothes. The flat front of their clothes was embroidered with water ripple patterns.

These are people from the Canglan Sect.

Not far from them were two young men dressed in light-colored short-sleeved shirts with eagle wing patterns printed on their backs.

Those were the brothers of the Gongsun family.

In addition, the Fengyun Sect, dressed in warm white, and the Fenshui Sect, dressed in light blue, each occupied a corner.

When Hao Ben of the Fenshui Sect saw Mu Yang, he waved excitedly, then greeted Di Ren beside him before jogging over.

"Senior, what a coincidence! I didn't expect you to actually come to watch my match!" Hao Ben's voice was somewhat excited.

Mu Yang smiled without saying a word.

Hao Ben didn't care and continued talking to himself: "Senior, let me tell you, I was actually bragging back then. I wasn't really confident that I could get into the top few."

"If it were just the Fengyun Sect, that would be one thing, but I didn't expect that even two top-tier forces like the Canglan Sect and the Gongsun Family would send people to participate. I'm under a lot of pressure, senior. Please don't laugh at me if I don't perform well!"

"Laugh at you? Who dares to laugh at the people of the Fenshui Sect?"

Before Mu Yang could speak, a clear child's voice suddenly rang out behind him.

The two looked over at the sound and saw a little girl in a light blue dress walking towards them with her head held high.

Behind her were a man and a woman.

It was Lei Xing, along with Lei Jiaojiao and her brother Lei Sai.

"Uncle Lei!"

Upon seeing Lei Xing, Hao Ben instinctively stood at attention and greeted him.

"Don't be so nervous, we're all on the same side."

Lei Xing chuckled and came closer. She looked at Mu Yang, then at Hao Ben, and said in surprise, "I didn't expect you two to know each other."

The two were in different places, one in Anling Prefecture and the other in Qinghe County, and they had absolutely no connection whatsoever.

"Uh, what a pleasant surprise."

Because being nearly digested into a dung ball by a dragon was too embarrassing, Hao Ben and Di Ren decided to keep it to themselves and not tell their fellow disciples.

Otherwise, they would be the laughing stock in the club for a long time to come.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."

Lei Xing waved his hand, not dwelling on it any longer, and instead asked curiously, "Why do you call him Senior Mu Yang? I remember he's only twenty, right, Jiao Jiao?"

"Yes, Grandma."

Lei Jiaojiao nodded.

"twenty!?"

Hao Ben's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"What's wrong? Does he look very old?" Lei Xing glanced at Hao Ben.

Hao Ben was speechless.

He looked at Mu Yang's handsome, heroic, and fair-skinned young face, and then thought about the scene of himself being swallowed by the dragon.

You mean, someone who could single-handedly take down a dragon isn't a senior, but someone his own age?

That dragon was so powerful that even his senior brother Di, who had opened ten major meridians, couldn't withstand a single bite from it!

Didn't my master say I was at least a genius...?

If he's considered a genius, then what are the seniors?

and many more!

Hao Ben looked at Mu Yang, who was greeting Lei Xing and the others, and suddenly realized a very serious problem.

If Mu Yang wasn't a senior, but someone his age, then wouldn't his coming here be...?

They're also here to participate in the election in Fudi!

So, are there senior figures among my rivals?

Forehead......

The thought of potentially facing off against Mu Yang filled Hao Ben with despair.

That was a senior who slew a dragon! How could he possibly be a match for such a senior?

Waaaaah, this is such a sad story...

Shocked by the news, Hao Ben had no time for idle chatter. After saying goodbye, he hurriedly ran to Di Ren's side and told him the "heartbreaking" news.

"Huh? You hit a senior? No, you hit Mu Yang?" Di Ren was also stunned.

If it weren't for Hao Ben's expression, which looked like he'd just lost his "senior brother," Di Ren would have thought he was joking.

However, what does it have to do with me that my seniors are participating? I'm not participating anyway.

With this in mind, Di Ren regained his peace of mind.

The thought of Hao Ben facing off against Mu Yang even makes me want to laugh.

The senior can even take down a dragon; if my junior brother were to encounter him, he'd probably be beaten black and blue.

That's terrible, lol~~

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Unsure of Hao Ben and his fellow disciples' intentions, Mu Yang greeted the three members of the Lei family—grandmother, grandson, and granddaughter—before leading Xiao Hei to the Demon Slayer Division's headquarters.

Compared to the other forces, which had fewer members and a quieter atmosphere, the Demon Slayer Division was much more lively.

There were nearly thirty people in total.

Some were contestants, while others were "family and friends" who came to watch the competition.

If it weren't for the fact that many people were still on missions, there would probably be many more people watching the game.

In addition to the major forces with established names, some local forces in Qinghe County also have a chance to participate.

For example, Mei Cao, dressed in white and holding a folding fan, Lei Jiaojiao representing the Lei family, and a few fourth-tier martial artists from small and medium-sized forces.

They didn't gather together, but instead huddled together in twos and threes.

For example, Mei Cao and Lei Jiaojiao stood together in the Fenshui Sect's ranks, chatting idly.

About fifteen minutes later, the Six Doors members, dressed in black, also arrived in the valley.

There were only eight of them.

Six of them were people Mu Yang had seen last night, and there were two unfamiliar faces standing at the front.

One of them had a cold expression and no eyebrows, while the other had bronze skin, large eyes like copper bells, and a thick beard, making him look quite rugged.

The only thing they had in common was that they both wore a bronze token around their waists.

They were clearly all sixth-order Qi Opening Realm martial artists.

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When your brain gets hot, your efficiency drops significantly.

Adding to the time spent organizing the detailed outline of this plot, I estimate that Chapter 3 won't be ready by 7 PM.

I'll have some dinner, apply an ice pack to my forehead, and then continue writing.