A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

The Li Garden was bustling with activity that day, as it was the day Lin Shiyin held a martial arts contest to find a husband.

The news was released as early as six months ago, and storytellers in various Yuelai Inns spread the word that people were coming not only from the Great Wei Kingdom, but also from the Song Dynasty, the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, and the Jin Dynasty.

Aside from the fact that Lin Shiyin, a gentle and ethereal beauty from a prominent family, was the reward for the bride, many people were more interested in the Li Garden as part of the dowry.

Li Xunhuan had already declared that he would give his family manor as his cousin's dowry. Li Garden was extremely vast, containing pavilions and towers, plum blossom groves, and a rich collection of books, including rare classics and martial arts manuals.

The Li family had been officials for generations, and all of them were top scholars (third-place finishers in the imperial examinations). A prefect could earn 100,000 taels of silver in three years; one can only imagine the wealth within the Li family estate.

People in the martial arts world are driven by nothing but fame, fortune, and wealth. Now, as long as they win the martial arts contest to find a husband, they will have all of these things, which is why this contest has become so lively.

Major sects such as the Northern and Southern Wudang Sect, Kongtong Sect, Golden Saber Sect, Kunlun Sect, Songshan Sect, and Beggars' Sect, as well as some famous wandering martial artists, arrived one after another.

An arena was set up outside, and Li Xunhuan, as the host, stepped onto the stage to greet everyone: "Thank you all for coming. Today is the auspicious day for my younger sister, Lin Shiyin, to hold a martial arts contest to find a husband."

"My younger sister is gentle and beautiful, and only wishes to have a husband who is skilled in martial arts and loyal and kind to whom she can spend the rest of her life. I will also give the Li family manor as my younger sister's dowry. However, I would like to make it clear that if anyone dares to let my younger sister down or cause her to suffer injustice or humiliation, I will use my throwing knife to seek justice for her."

"Today's duel is to the best of both worlds. Falling off the stage counts as a loss, as does being struck in a vital area. The winner may leave the stage to rest and fight again later. I, Li, will say no more. I wonder which hero would like to step forward and challenge me to the first round?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure gracefully descended. He had a face as handsome as jade, and his long, jet-black hair was simply tied up with a jade hairpin. His exceptionally handsome face featured a pair of sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards towards his temples. Beneath his blue robe and white undergarments, his figure was tall and slender, with naturally perfect proportions.

"Lu Ming of the Huashan Sect, please enlighten me."

Another person jumped onto the stage. He had a hooked nose, an ugly appearance, and wore a red robe and a golden hat. He was a monk from the Western Regions.

"Heh heh, I am the Venerable Lingzhi of the Tantric sect. Kid, you can still go down now!"

The crowd below the stage began to whisper amongst themselves, some mocking, some surprised.

"A Tibetan monk is also holding a martial arts contest to find a wife?"

"Esoteric Buddhism also has the practice of 'enjoyment meditation,' which I often see when I go to brothels."

"This guy is extraordinary, hailed as the number one person below the Five Greats, his Tantric Great Hand Seal is comparable to the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Lu Ming struck out with a palm, creating a gust of wind. Lingzhi Shangren roared and struck out with both hands, but he couldn't withstand the blow and was sent flying.

He fell off the stage, kicking up a cloud of dust. He looked up sharply at the handsome figure on the stage, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

hiss!

He defeated his opponent with a single move and severely injured him. Judging from Lu Ming's appearance, he is not even twenty years old. Are all young people these days so powerful?

When did the Huashan Sect produce a young master?

Lu Ming held his sword in his left hand behind his back, slowly withdrew his right hand, glanced around at the crowd below the stage, and said with a disdainful look, "Please welcome the next genius expert."

hum!

This arrogant attitude is infuriating! You've only practiced internal skills for a few years at most, what are you pretending to be so big shot for!

"Go! Kill him! He's such a show-off!"

"Exactly! Go up there and kill him!"

"Don't look at me. If you don't go, and he doesn't go, am I supposed to go?"

Another person leaped onto the arena, brandishing a golden-ringed broadsword and roaring, "I am Xie Youguang of the Golden Saber Sect, please enlighten me!"

Before Lu Ming could reply, he seized the opportunity to launch a preemptive strike, his broadsword flashing out several afterimages, each move aimed at taking a life.

He appears powerful, but in reality, his skills are lacking and his moves are full of flaws.

Lu Ming raised his hand and unleashed a Hunyuan Palm strike, sending the opponent flying off the stage. He withdrew his hand without even drawing his sword.

"Next!"

Another person jumped onto the stage and attacked without saying a word. He had a solid lower body and his punches were as fast as the wind.

"Kid, try my Tongbei Fist!"

Bang! The impact sent the figure flying backward, coughing up blood in mid-air. His right hand went limp, as if the bones had been broken.

"Next!"

He defeated three people in a row, none of whom could even withstand a single move.

Those who were trying to take advantage of the chaos were horrified to see that the first three had been beaten so badly they were coughing up blood and seriously injured, and that the last one, a disciple of the Iron Palm Clan, couldn't even withstand a single blow.

In just 15 minutes, more than 20 challengers went up on stage, and not one of them could withstand even a single move. At best, they were knocked away; at worst, they vomited blood and fell unconscious.

In the distance, on a pavilion, the bride Lin Shiyin and her best friend Lin Xian'er were gazing into the distance.

Looking at the dashing and invincible Lu Ming, Lin Shiyin felt a surge of emotion. What an exceptionally handsome young man!

Lin Xian'er, her mink coat barely concealing her stunning figure, put down her monocular binoculars and giggled, "I didn't expect that guy to be so capable, hehehe, isn't he going to go down and rest for a bit? If he runs out of internal energy and gets knocked off the stage, he'll lose his qualification."

Lin Shiyin shook her head slightly, her tone carrying an inexplicable certainty: "No, my cousin said he's very strong, and also very cunning. It's said that he's only been a disciple of the Huashan Sect for less than half a year, and his cultivation level is already considered top-notch."

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener. A fiery glint flashed in Lin Xian'er's beautiful eyes. She loved taming so-called prodigies into obedient puppies.

What good is a man's strength if he can't move when he sees her?

"Don't be too smug. I've heard that the Eastern Depot has sent its top expert, Luo Jusheng. He used to be a martial monk at the Shaolin Temple's Bodhidharma Academy, and he's mastered the Shaolin Nine Yang Skill to perfection. Your lover might be in trouble!"

Unfazed by the teasing, Lin Shiyin remained composed, her beautiful face serene and unperturbed: "He's not my lover. Let's wait and see. Sister Xian'er, do you think the Plum Blossom Thief will appear?"

Undeterred by her friend's words failing to provoke her, Lin Xian'er decided to wait until she had snatched her groom away before letting her guard down: "Of course she will! You and I are both top beauties in the martial arts world, and the Plum Blossom Thief is a lecherous devil; it would be strange if he didn't come!"

On the arena, Lu Ming sent the Sun Moon Sect leader flying, a smile creeping onto his lips, feeling incredibly satisfied!

It wasn't because he made a name for himself in the arena that he was happy, but because fighting in the arena was like sparring and stealing entries. He had already defeated the twenty-ninth challenger and stolen a total of twenty-nine entries.

He is proficient in knife skills, staff skills, Lu Ban's techniques, and the Joyful Zen, and also possesses a true energy to protect his body.

[True Essence Protection: Releases internal energy to form a protective aura that absorbs damage.]

A black-robed figure wearing a gold and bronze mask looked at Lu Ming from below the stage, thinking that the other party was showing off. Only the Yihua Palace was worthy of such a show-off occasion.

So he used telepathy to say to Hua Wuque, who was not far away, "Wuque, go up and beat him. You can only win, you can't lose!"

Hua Wuque, who was standing with Xiaoyuer, was startled upon hearing this. He looked left and right before spotting the figure in black robes in the crowd.

"Mr. Copper!"

A secret order from the Yihua Palace: Seeing Mr. Tong is as if you were seeing the Grand Palace Master!

This wasn't the first or second time he'd been ordered around like this. He didn't know what the relationship was between Mr. Tong and the Grand Palace Master; he just knew to obey.

They don't even consider that "Inviting the Moonlight in the Deep Palace" has always been indifferent to men, and there's never been any talk of her having a lover.

This Mr. Tong is most likely Yaoyue's identity while traveling outside; otherwise, if he were impersonating her, he would truly be afraid of being slapped to death by Yaoyue!

He used his lightness skill to leap onto the arena, where no one dared to approach for the time being. Dressed in white like snow, with a handsome appearance and a folding fan in his hand, he was quite a dashing man.

"At the Yihua Palace, Hua Wuque, please enlighten me, Brother Lu!"

Lu Ming was somewhat taken aback. Why was this guy here too?

The crowd below the stage erupted in excitement.

"When did the Yihua Palace start having male disciples?"

"That's about the old almanac. Did you just come from the mountains?"

"This is going to be interesting. I wonder if 'Transplanting Flowers and Jade' will force him to draw his sword?"

These words made Yaoyue, who was disguised as Mr. Tong, look very ugly. How could she, who was proud and arrogant, allow Yihua Palace to be looked down upon?

Her cold eyes fixed on Lu Ming; if he dared to win, then he had no reason to live!