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The venue for the Nine Domains Martial Arts Tournament is a suspended arena in the very center of the main city of the Central Domain.

Nine arenas floated in mid-air, each a hundred feet square, with restrictive runes engraved on their edges to prevent spiritual energy from leaking out.

Below the arena was a circular spectator seating area, layered upon layer, densely packed with people. As far as the eye could see, there was a sea of ​​heads and colorful sect attire.

Niannian stood in the competition area, looked up at the nine suspended arenas, and her eyes lit up.

Xiao Xiao stood beside her, holding a spirit herb leaf brought from the Southeast Region in her hand.

Qiqi, standing next to her, hugged her earthenware jar and stood on tiptoe to look at the stage. The pills inside the jar made a slight clinking sound as they were shaken.

Qianqian stood at the very edge of the line, her long silver hair tied into a low ponytail, her gaze sweeping over the contestants around her.

Xiao Jin and Luo Nannan, who were far away, were stopped outside the competition area. Their cultivation levels had long exceeded the limit, and the arena's restriction runes would automatically detect them, making it impossible for anyone who had exceeded the Mahayana stage to enter.

Xiao Jin squatted outside the railing, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, waving listlessly at Niannian and the others.

Seated on the high platform were the sect leaders and elders of various domains, more than thirty in total, the lowest of whom were all at the mid-stage of Loose Immortal.

At the head of the table were several people from the Central Region. One of them wore a dark gold robe, had gray hair, lowered his gaze, and concealed his aura so well that it was almost imperceptible.

Someone next to him turned their head and said something to him. The person nodded slightly but did not say anything.

Niannian was assigned to the Mahayana group, while Xiaoxiao, Qiqi, and Qianqian were assigned to the Combined group.

The two groups' arenas are not far apart; it only takes the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to walk between them.

Niannian hung the Morning Dew Sword at her waist, the end of the metal scabbard swaying gently with her steps, her gaze sweeping across the competition area opposite.

Wang Qiang and Chu Xuan were among them, and several other people she had never seen before were standing next to them.

Those people were dressed in clothing from other domains, their arms crossed in front of their chests, their gazes fixed on Nian Nian, radiating a subtle hint of hostility.

Someone scoffed as they passed by:

"Is there no one left in the Southeast Region? Sending a baby to make up the numbers?"

I heard they caused trouble in the city a few days ago. If the city lord hadn't shown mercy, they probably would have been thrown out long ago.

Someone nearby chuckled, and Nian Nian heard it.

She didn't stop walking, but Xiao Jin snorted from outside the railing.

The announcement of the match-up list spread from the high platform, the sound waves, enhanced by spiritual energy, reverberating throughout the entire arena.

Nian Nian's first opponent was a young cultivator from the Central Region, who looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old.

He had a straight sword hanging at his waist, and his cultivation level was at the mid-stage of the Mahayana realm, a minor realm higher than Nian Nian's.

He and Niannian flew onto the arena at the same time. His gaze swept over Niannian, a hint of ruthlessness hidden in his eyes.

Someone in the stands shouted, "Zhongyu will win!"

Someone shouted, "What's that kid doing up here?"

The sounds blended together, making them particularly jarring.

Niannian did not draw her sword, but drew a line in front of her with her fingers, and a three-foot-long golden sword aura condensed from her fingertips.

The cultivator drew his sword, the blade trailing a blue arc of light, leaving a shallow mark on the surface of the arena.

Niannian and that person moved at the same time, the two of them turning into a blur, instantly making contact, the blade light and sword energy colliding, producing a crisp explosion sound, sparks flying everywhere.

Niannian took a step back, and the cultivator also took a step back; the two adjusted their paces simultaneously.

The moment Nian Nian's left foot landed, the golden sword energy in her hand began to split, and three sword energies flew out at the same time, circling in two arcs and shooting towards the opponent from different directions.

Two of the blades were severed by the light of the blade, while the third grazed the other man's shoulder, leaving a scorch mark on his robe.

A voice chuckled from the high platform: "This sword energy is quite agile, but unfortunately its power is lacking."

The cultivator remained unfazed, flicked his wrist, and a burst of blue light erupted from the blade, unleashing a three-zhang-long blade beam that forced Nian Nian back to the edge of the arena.

Niannian dodged the blade's edge, and the sword energy re-condensed at her feet. She took a step forward and met the attack head-on.

The sword light and the blade's edge collided in mid-air, producing a crisp metallic clang.

The golden sword energy cleaved the blade in two, its momentum undiminished, and slashed directly at the opponent's blade.

The cultivator blocked the attack, his hand trembling from the shock, and he had to take two steps back to regain his balance.

Someone in the stands spoke up again: "That kid's got some talent."

On the high platform, the sect leaders were whispering to each other, as if they were discussing something.

Niannian gave her opponent no chance to breathe. She leaped into the air, and the golden sword energy condensed again into an even more concentrated pillar of light in mid-air, directly smashing down on the cultivator's head.

The man parried with his sword, and the beam of light struck the blade, causing a muffled thud across the entire arena, and cracks appeared around the ground.

A crack appeared on the man's knife. He was forced to kneel on one knee as he carried the hilt of the knife, and his knee hit the ring with a dull thud.

As soon as the thought landed, the beam of light at his fingertips retracted. He took two steps back and stood there without continuing the pursuit.

The cultivator glanced down at the crack on his blade, paused for a moment, then slowly stood up, sheathed his sword, and left the arena.

As he left, he glanced at Niannian with a complicated look in his eyes, then turned and walked away.

A few scattered claps came from the audience, but they were quickly drowned out by more chatter.

Wang Qiang was standing in the competition area at a distance, talking to the person next to him with his head turned to the side. His gaze lingered on Nian Nian for a moment.

At the same time, the combined group also started fighting.

The little opponent was a physical cultivator, his whole body covered in muscles, his explosive muscles giving people a strong sense of pressure.

Xiao Xiao didn't rush to attack; instead, she immediately raised a wooden shield in front of her.

The body cultivator punched him, cracking the wooden shield and forcing him to take a small step back.

Emerald green light spread beneath his feet, and more vines sprouted from the edge of the arena, wrapping around his ankles and halting his momentum.

The sect leaders watching the battle exchanged glances, and one of them whispered:

"It's rare to see someone use wood-based magic so skillfully."

Qiqi's opponent was a young female cultivator from another region. After exchanging blows, the two quickly entered a stalemate.

Forced back two steps, Qiqi reached into the earthenware jar at her waist, grabbed a handful of pills, and stuffed them into her mouth.

The man paused, probably not realizing why the child was eating in the middle of a fight.

Taking advantage of that brief moment of opening, Qiqi unleashed a burst of golden light from her palm and struck out with it.

A crack appeared on the arena, and the person was pushed back two steps by the shockwave.

On the high platform, the old man in the dark gold robe finally moved.

He leaned forward slightly and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.

The person next to him glanced at him, but the old man didn't speak. He just slightly raised his lowered eyes, looked at the arena where Niannian was, and then closed them again.

Niannian stood at the edge of the arena, waiting for her next opponent, golden sword energy flickering faintly at her fingertips.

On the other side of the venue, at the edge of the crowd, Luo Tian leaned against a stone pillar with his hands in his pockets.

His gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Niannian, a slight smile playing on his lips.