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Nothing more was said that night.

The next day, early in the morning, at the martial arts arena.

"Brother Dao, your arena is... way too big!" Wu Qiong exclaimed, looking at the arena, which was several times larger than the plaza in front of the main hall.

"There's nothing we can do about it," Ye Qingxuan said with a helpless smile. "Disciples in the sect usually come here to resolve their disagreements, so it's normal for this place to be a bit larger."

Wu Qiong's expression was grave: "I know, but... this seems to be more than just a little big..."

"Well, it's probably because there are more disciples from our sect here for 'exchange'," Ye Qingxuan offered a forced explanation in an effort to maintain the sect's image.

"Strange, why do I feel that Brother Dao's personality has been somewhat different these past few days?" Wu Qiong asked curiously.

"It's probably because she went home," Ye Qingxuan said gently. "I have a junior sister who is always serious and cold in front of outsiders. The martial arts people in the neighborhood are so bored that they gave her the nickname 'Winter Plum Blossom in the Snow,' but she is actually a chatterbox."

"Your disciples are indeed refined and unconventional, comparable to those of the Shaolin Temple," Wu Qiong exclaimed.

He thought of the group of theatrical performers at Shaolin Temple.

Thinking about it now, the reason why Xuantian Sect is the number one righteous sect might be because the leaders of Buddhism and Taoism are too unreliable.

After all, Daoist Sikong Tiezhu was utterly wicked, while Abbot Ouyang Ergou was narrow-minded.

"...Let me explain the competition process to Brother Wu." Ye Qingxuan's lips twitched slightly as he forcibly changed the subject.

Wu Qiong smiled slightly and followed his lead, saying, "Please speak."

Ye Qingxuan nodded gratefully and continued, "The competition venue is divided into eight venues: Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui. In the preliminary rounds, ten participants will appear in each venue at a time. They will be divided into two groups for a five-on-five battle, and the winner will advance to the main competition."

"Wait, I might have misheard," Wu Qiong interrupted him. "A five-on-five battle, with only one person advancing?"

"That's right." Ye Qingxuan nodded and said, "Only after eliminating all five of the opposing team will our side continue the free-for-all until a winner emerges."

"If that's the case, the situation will become much more complicated." Jie Se frowned and thought, "The moment we defeated the five opponents, our alliance collapsed on its own. This means that during the battle, everyone subconsciously held back their strength."

"That's not all," Li Jianshi replied with a smile. "Those who are confident in their own strength will set traps for their teammates from the very beginning, controlling the situation on the field to keep the strength of both sides balanced. After gradually weakening the combat power of both sides, they will strike once and secure victory."

Wu Qiong spoke quietly: "Judging from the style of the Taiqing Sect disciples, I think you're all overthinking it..."

Ye Qingxuan agreed, saying, "Brother Wu is right. Judging from past sect competitions, the junior brothers would probably go all out in a five-on-five battle, and then the five of them would fight each other in a chaotic melee, with every punch landing hard. The one who was still standing would advance."

"Your school is indeed refreshingly unconventional."

"You flatter me, Brother Wu."

Was I praising you?

"...Never mind, let's order first."

"Isn't it supposed to be the same food as everyone else?"

"Special treatment".

"..."

.........

One hour later.

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The arena was filled with the sounds of gongs and drums, and the crackling of firecrackers.

These do not exist.

The arena is rectangular in shape and is about ten times the size of Old Trafford.

The competition venue is divided into nine sections: one small and eight large.

The main arena is concave in the center and convex in the center. The fighting area is concave in the center and surrounded by a protective plate made of high-quality steel. Outside the protective plate is a raised audience seating area.

Eight secondary arenas are arranged around the main arena in the order of the Eight Trigrams of Qian and Kun. There are no spectator seats; if you want to watch, you mainly need to compare heights.

Outside the main arena, Wu Qiong asked Ye Qingxuan, "Brother Dao, should I provide commentary for the entire preliminary round?"

His plan was quite good. He could earn ten taels of silver per commentary match. In the chaotic preliminary rounds, he only needed to pick a few exciting matches to analyze, and then casually comment on the rest, just saying "666" to make money.

Moreover, he felt that his five elements were slightly unbalanced after entering the Innate Realm, so he could gather material here and accumulate more material. When he had free time in the future, he could go to the teahouse to tell a few stories and then write a lot of fluff.

This way, not only can the foundation of the Water Way be improved, but also more money can be made from storytelling. How wonderful!

"No need," Ye Qingxuan said considerately. "With Brother Wu's cultivation level, it would be a waste of his talents to commentate on the preliminary rounds. Brother Wu only needs to commentate on the main rounds."

"Huh?" Wu Qiong was shocked.

If you were to tell a story in a teahouse, each chapter would be over two thousand words long. Imagine how many words you could fill in the preliminary round! And you're telling me to skip the preliminary round? Are you kidding me?!

"I'm sorry, Brother Wu," Ye Qingxuan said apologetically. "This is my master's decision. He believes that good steel should be used where it's needed most, so he has decided that Brother Wu will only be responsible for commentating on the main competition."

In fact, Master Ziyang's original words were: "How could I not know what that brat is thinking? Trying to take advantage of the Taiqing Sect? No way!"

"Alright, alright," Wu Qiong said dejectedly, "How long will the preliminary rounds take?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a moment and said, "It will probably take a day. Brother Wu, why don't you take a stroll around? Some of our sect's specialties are quite famous far and wide. Why don't you buy some to bring back to His Majesty?"

"Hehe." Wu Qiongqian laughed, "No need. As the emperor of the Great Zhou, Xuanji is probably not lacking in such local specialties."

Everything sold at tourist attractions is a rip-off. He was a veteran of countless battles in his past life; what tourist attraction hadn't he visited? Trying to scam him? That just shows how naive Ye Qingxuan was.

Moreover, the two girls behind him had already silently fixed their gazes on his back, so how could he be so unwise?

"That's right, what it is doesn't matter, what matters is that it was given to me by you, Ah Qiong," the magical conch shell spoke.

"..." Wu Qiong said quietly, "You promised not to eavesdrop..."

"Oh dear! I forgot! Farewell!"

The magical conch shell fell silent.

"Well, our fortune-telling and face-reading are also exceptional. Brother Wu, you can give it a try. Maybe it can change your fortune?" Perhaps because it was his first time doing sales work, Ye Qingxuan was a little embarrassed.

"My poverty is not due to bad luck..." Wu Qiong retorted.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingxuan gave an awkward but polite smile.

"Don't look at me like that!" Wu Qiong said angrily, then said as if deflated, "Fine, then show us around, fellow Daoist."

Ye Qingxuan looked troubled: "I'm sorry, I have to go and preside over the opening ceremony of the competition. Please forgive me for not being able to accompany you."

Wu Qiongqi asked, "Shouldn't this be the responsibility of Master Ziyang, who is also the sect leader?"

Ye Qingxuan said awkwardly, "Um... Master spent the night at a brothel last night and only returned this morning. He's currently catching up on sleep in his room."

"Alright." Wu Qiong patted his shoulder and said sympathetically, "You've had a hard time."

Ye Qingxuan gave a smile that looked more like a grimace, nodded slightly in apology, and turned to leave.

"Brother Wu, what should we do now?" Jiese asked.

He didn't ask the two girls, because wherever Wu Qiong was, they would definitely be there too.

"Find a fortune teller to help me improve my fortune," Wu Qiong said with a smile.