What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Nanjiang Prefecture, the main venue for the Youth Martial Arts Competition.

The enormous semi-circular dome is made of a specially made transparent alloy, allowing sunlight to pour onto the polished marble floor without any obstruction.

The registration hall was bustling with activity as teams from the twelve prefectures gradually gathered from various teleportation channels.

Ling Shu walked at the very front of the group.

She was dressed in a black business suit as usual, carrying her signature metal briefcase. Her high heels clicked rhythmically on the cobblestones.

Behind her were fifty students from the Cangyun Martial Arts University Special Training Class.

They were dressed in uniform dark-colored outfits. Although the clothes were clean, the wear and tear and dark marks left by their battles on the battlefields of the heavens were still clearly visible on the edges.

Of the fifty people, not one whispered to each other, and not one looked around.

"Excuse me, is this where the participating teams register?"

Ling Shu led her team to an official window.

Behind the window sat several martial arts instructors dressed in the uniforms of Nanjiang Martial Arts University.

The boy in the lead was leaning back in his chair, twirling a pen in his hand, chatting and laughing with the person next to him.

Upon seeing someone approaching, the boy immediately stood up.

His gaze swept over the dark-colored outfit behind Ling Shu, and when he saw the cloud patterns that symbolized Cangyun Mansion, he sat back down.

The boy casually tossed the pen in his hand onto the table and let out a contemptuous sneer.

"Oh, who do we have here? Isn't this Cangyun Wuda, the perennial bottom-ranked king of our human race's twelve prefectures?"

His voice wasn't deliberately lowered; it even carried a hint of deliberate exaggeration. Several people at the nearby registration windows heard the commotion and turned to see what was going on.

Ling Shu's brows furrowed instantly, and the leather on the briefcase handle creaked softly as she gripped it tightly.

"We are here to complete the registration process. Please verify your information."

Ling Shuqiang suppressed her anger and handed over the information sheet in her hand.

The boy didn't have an information sheet. Instead, he crossed his hands behind his head, leaned back, and put his legs up to the edge of the desk. He then gestured with his mouth.

"Just put it on the table."

"Nonsense!"

At that moment, a tall, thin teacher behind the boy shouted.

"Friends from Cangyun Martial Arts University have come from afar, what kind of attitude is this?!"

The boy then stopped his teasing expression and pulled his foot back from the desk.

The teacher smiled at Ling Shu and the others.

"The student is being immature, please don't take offense."

Ling Shu's complexion had just improved a bit when the teacher continued speaking.

"Dear students of Cangyun Prefecture, our Nanjiang Prefecture boasts beautiful scenery and delicious food. Shall I bring you two travel guides to give you a proper introduction?"

"However, here's a friendly reminder."

"If you want to eat and play, it's best to go and try it before the competition starts."

"Once the competition begins, you'll probably be stuck in a hospital bed at the infirmary."

He turned his head and winked at the few receptionists from Nanjiang University standing next to him.

"Pfft, hahahaha..."

Several martial arts practitioners from Nanjiang Martial Arts University nearby burst into laughter in perfect unison.

"When it comes to creating entertaining content, you have to look to our Teacher Wu!"

A receptionist from Nanjiang Wuda University with a buzz cut came forward.

"When we first heard that Lord Xiao Qiong had specially set up some kind of special training class for this competition, we were really nervous."

The boy with the buzz cut shrugged, his tone revealing a smug satisfaction at having gotten the better deal.

"After all, our Nanjiang Martial Arts University is similar to your Cangyun Martial Arts University, always hovering around the bottom few in previous years. We were worried that you might suddenly turn things around this year."

"But what was the result?"

The boy with the buzz cut gave a thumbs-up and pointed to the Nanjing University of Science and Technology emblem on his chest.

"A while ago, the Zhou Clan Chamber of Commerce from your Cangyun Martial Arts University actually sold a large batch of cultivation resources that were prepared for you to our Nanjiang Martial Arts University at half price!"

He slapped the table and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Even your own vice-principal and your own chamber of commerce won't allocate resources to you. It seems the higher-ups of Cangyun Prefecture have completely given up on you bunch of good-for-nothings!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Shu's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

That bastard Zhou Bin!

Ling Shu was completely unaware that he had sold the resources to Nanjiang Prefecture.

If it weren't for Lord Xiao Qiong taking these children to the resort, the Cangyun Martial Arts Tournament would have truly become a laughing stock for the whole world.

Now, this matter has been made a laughing stock by the students of Nanjiang Martial Arts University in front of everyone, which is simply throwing Cangyun Prefecture's face on the ground and trampling it!

"Have you said enough?!"

Standing at the very front of the line, Liu Bo had his right thumb lightly resting on the guard of his standard longsword.

"Click."

A very faint metallic scraping sound rang out.

The long sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath.

Liu Bo's jaw tightened slightly, and his gaze instantly shifted from calm to a brutal look, as if he were eyeing his prey on the battlefield of the heavens.

Although he tried his best to suppress the terrifying Yuan Power of the ninth level of the Thousand Jun Realm, the extremely pure killing intent that was leaked out at that moment was like a thin ice needle, piercing straight towards the boy opposite him who had his legs crossed.

The boy was laughing loudly when he suddenly felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up uncontrollably.

A strong feeling of suffocation instantly gripped his heart.

His smile froze instantly, his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and his legs trembled violently, almost causing him to slide off the chair and under the table.

Liu Bo stared coldly at him, his wrist tightening as he prepared to draw his sword and teach this foul-mouthed jerk a lesson.

Just then, a fair hand firmly pressed down on Liu Bo's wrist.

"Click".

The long sword was shoved back into its sheath.

Rong Jing stood beside Liu Bo, her eyes calm and undisturbed.

"Calm down."

Rong Jing's voice was very low, and only a few of them could hear it.

She looked at Liu Bo and gently shook her head.

"The competition hasn't even started yet. If you start fighting now, it's considered a private brawl and you'll be disqualified immediately."

Liu Bo's eye twitched violently twice.

He clenched his back teeth so hard that it made a grinding sound that made your teeth ache.

"These idiots! In the battlefield of the heavens, they're not even qualified to be my bait!"

Liu Bo spat, but still removed his hand from the hilt of the knife.

Just as Cangyun Prefecture was suppressing its anger.

A noticeable commotion suddenly arose on the other side of the hall.

"Make way! People from Wuyue Martial Arts University are here!"