I have the best bloodline

The old man sits here year after year, determined to prevent any living being from discovering the dark and turbulent history of the Xia Dynasty, until all the living beings within him have vanished into the world, only then can the old man's life be considered to have come to an end.

Before this, even if the Emperor Wusheng came, the old man would fight to the death to drive him away.

As a parent, the crown prince would leave with the dark secrets inside, leaving Xia Yu with a glorious and prosperous era.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 113 The Imperial Martial Arts Demonstration Begins!

"Your Highness, Your Highness, you should rest now."

In the darkness, Xia Chongming, who had transformed into an invisible curse, spoke silently with a gloomy expression.

His Highness is like King Yu of the past, possessing an extremely strong sense of responsibility and a stubbornness that leads him to stick to his principles. As the Crown Prince's study companion, Xia Chongming understands the Crown Prince's character very well. It is precisely because of this understanding that he set up a trap for the Crown Prince after completing the new Nightmare Curse Technique.

Xia Chongming didn't want things to turn out this way; he didn't even want to ruin Xia Yu's plans and anger the sect leader, but he had no choice.

The side effects of the Nightmare Suppression Technique could no longer be suppressed. They had no time to slowly dodge with Xia Yu. If they did not launch a surprise attack on Xia Yu to awaken the sect leader and obtain the most complete Nightmare Suppression Technique to make up for the current flaws in the technique, the Nightmare Suppression Sect in the Central Province would not even need Emperor Wusheng to take action. The two protectors would soon die a violent death.

That secret technique had already been completed and was originally intended to save the mad King Yu, but because of the Crown Prince, the sect leader also took that secret technique with him and went to eternal sleep.

Xia Chongming didn't want to die; he had only just touched the edge of the Dragon Clan's millennia-long plan and scheme.

If I can successfully overcome this tribulation, I will surely be able to transcend the constraints of the cultivation world and become a true immortal.

Even if this would anger the cult leader, Chongming really had no other choice at the moment.

If this drags on any longer, he will suffer a backlash and die.

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After the banquet in the Imperial City, it's lunch break time.

"Since our last meeting at the Xuanwang Mansion, it has been a long time, and Shiqi misses Young Master Su very much."

Su Yan had just finished eating and was lying on her aunt's lap, turning into a blanket to warm her aunt's legs and enjoying a massage from her aunt. At this moment, Feng Shiqi, whom she hadn't seen for a while, was squatting in front of Su Yan, greeting him with a shy expression.

Su Yan's appearance and physique are like something that grows on Feng Shiqi's heart.

When the two first met on a bustling street, Feng Shiqi noticed him and couldn't forget Su Yan. Although it didn't reach the point of love at first sight, Feng Shiqi admitted that she was a little attracted to his good looks.

"I brought you some snacks. I wonder if Young Master Su will find them to his liking?"

After greeting Su Yan and receiving a response, Feng Shiqi quickly took out a bag of dried monster meat from her storage bracelet and handed it to Su Yan. A faint sweet aroma wafted from inside, indicating that it had been coated with maltose.

Looking at the dried meat handed to him, Su Yan looked at Feng Shiqi with some doubt before opening his mouth and taking a bite.

Su Yan likes to eat dried meat and sweets, and honey-glazed dried meat is definitely one of her favorite foods.

"I like this kind of thing, I think it was Princess Luanming who told you, right? Next time, don't be so polite. We're all fellow Daoists who have shared drinks together at the Myriad Flowers Pavilion, there's no need to be so formal with all the gifts."

Although Su Yan was enjoying his meal, he still spoke up to Feng Shiqi, saying that the quality of the monster jerky was obviously excellent. Even with Su Yan's Foundation Establishment stage fox teeth, it would take him a while to chew it properly before he could swallow it. Clearly, the meat used to make the jerky came from monsters at the Golden Core stage or above.

So cute.

Feng Shiqi obviously didn't hear Su Yan's words. She looked at the white fox with a happy expression, trying to use her fox paws to hold the slightly sticky jerky and chewing it with her head tilted to the side.

After being captivated by the cuteness of the baby fox for a moment, Feng Shiqi remembered the important matter she needed to attend to.

Meeting Su Yan here was purely coincidental. She was on her way to the Xuanwang area to find Princess Luanming and inquire about information regarding the eight princes of different surnames participating in the competition.

Instead of reaching the seat where the Xuan King was to sit, Feng Shiqi found Su Yan and her aunt sitting in the first row. She couldn't help but take out the snacks she always carried with her, which she had prepared to give to Su Yan, and gave them to him.

"Young Master Su, I'm going to participate in the Imperial Martial Arts Competition later. Shiqi, could you please cheer me on?"

Although the term "add fuel" was not used in the Xia Yu text, the term "pumping gas" appeared here because of the presence of natural gas, implying that it is like adding fuel to a flame to make it burn more intensely.

Feng Shiqi looked at Su Yan with anticipation, hoping that the young master would reply with: "May you have good fortune in martial arts."

But Su Yan, who was happily chewing on dried meat, suddenly showed a surprised expression and asked, "Are you from the Black Iron Token Arena?"

Feng Shiqi's expectant expression froze, gradually turning into one of astonishment as she looked at Su Yan: "Could it be... that you, Young Master, are also participating? And in the Black Iron Token session?"

Looking at the tiny white fox and the 1.6-meter-tall young man Su Gongzi, Feng Shiqi really found it hard to imagine what it would be like when Su Yan was fighting.

All she could imagine was the white-haired fox cub, its face contorted with malice, whimpering, as it pounced on the enemy, only to be lifted up by the opposing cultivator with one hand, its head full of black lines as it looked at the referee and exclaimed, "Is he really my opponent?"

With that, he kicked Su Yan out of bounds, and Su Yan lay on the ground, rolling around in frustration.

Or perhaps the female cultivator saw Su Yan, and with a lovesick look on her face, she picked him up and hugged him tightly, rubbing against him fiercely. Su Yan struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free no matter what he did.

Finally, the female cultivator, who was licking her lips with a satisfied expression, had nearly killed him and collapsed on the field, her face ashen.

No matter how much Feng Shiqi fantasized about Su Yan fighting, the scene she ultimately imagined was always Su Yan acting cute.

"Those participating cultivators are all heartless. Unlike us Xia Yu people, they won't show mercy to the cute fox. Young Master Su, you should be careful!"

Feng Shiqi spoke with a worried expression, looking at the little fox who was happily munching on jerky: "Those guys."

"Miss Feng, there's no need to worry. I'm just going up there to go through the motions; it's all about participation." Su Yan waved his hand to reassure Feng Shiqi.

Su Yan didn't care much about winning or losing. If the enemy's strength was truly beyond his imagination, Su Yan wouldn't fight them to the death like a madman, because doing so would actually be meaningless.

Su Yan was not a formal participant. Even if he made it into the top ten, he would not be eligible for a reward. His appearance was merely to make an appearance in front of the Grand Tutor and to fully demonstrate his skills in order to gain the right to receive his guidance.

The black iron token is different from the contestants. Su Yan is quite open-minded about these things. Just like what Emperor Wusheng said before, being weak for a while doesn't mean anything. Maybe one day he will dig up a great immortal's grave and obtain some kind of pill that can make him ascend to immortality on the spot?

Was that what I meant? I was worried you might encounter some weirdo on stage, Feng Shiqi thought to herself.

As the two chatted, they didn't notice that Grand Tutor Xia Yu, who was on the truss, had stood up, walked to the edge of the platform, and clapped his hands three times.

"It's time for the opening ceremony. Please place your tokens on your seats. The giant tree will guide you to the arena."

After Master Jin finished speaking, he stood at the edge of the platform and waited for the 150 participants to appear.

When the time comes, regardless of whether everyone has arrived or not, Grand Tutor Jin will announce the rules of the Imperial Martial Arts Competition. After the rules of the Imperial Martial Arts Competition are explained, any contestants who have not yet appeared will be disqualified from participating.

Upon hearing this, Su Yan took out the token from his storage ring and placed it on the seat.

Just as they were wondering what this so-called traction was all about, the moment the token was placed on the table, Su Yan and the token transformed into a green ball of light and shot out.

Holding the black iron token, Su Yan sprang into the air, landing on the central arena of the imperial city and sliding a short distance before finally regaining his balance with a bewildered expression.

"This is... transforming into a beam of light? Are the movement methods of floating cities this advanced?"

Although the term "Escape Light" sounds simple, one must be at the Nascent Soul stage to control it and achieve a speed of traveling a million miles a day.

Su Yan had ridden in the escape light before, but this was the first time he had transformed into the escape light, and the feeling was quite peculiar.

"fox."

Grand Tutor Jin looked at the young fox holding the token, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

But a chilling figure flashed into his mind.

How strange!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 114 Magical Reality (Bonus Chapter 33 for Monthly Tickets)

How strange!

Seeing Su Yan maintain his fox form, holding the token in his arms and standing upright, sliding several meters across the arena to dissipate the force of his fall, Grand Tutor Jin couldn't help but reveal a strange smile.

Grand Tutor knew Su Yan's background. When Ao Renlin left, he specifically mentioned Su Yan's name, the implication being that he wanted Grand Tutor to take care of him. Therefore, seeing Su Yan's entrance, he couldn't help but laugh.

The Winter Black Dragon actually has a talent for comedy? Isn't that the funniest thing?

With Su Yan flying off first, streaks of green light rose up from within the Imperial City, all landing precisely on the arena. In no time, a large number of cultivators selected through various channels descended onto the arena.

Humans, demons, and mountain spirits are all present.

Seeing that there were more people around, Su Yan, who had been kicked away by his own mother before, no longer dared to maintain his fox form and re-manifest his human form, standing on the arena holding the black iron token.

As Su Yan grew taller, he spotted familiar faces: Yu Yanning and Feng Shiqi.

Further away were Princess Luanming, several young masters who had once caused a ruckus at Ruchun Garden, and a member of the royal family whose entire body was shrouded in white gauze.

Su Yan was about to step forward to greet Yu Yanning and County Princess Luanming, but he couldn't move, as if his body was under some kind of immobilization spell.

Although Emperor Wusheng didn't care about the martial arts demonstration in front of the emperor, it was part of the ancestral worship ceremony, so it naturally needed to maintain solemnity and sanctity. All the cultivators who landed on the arena would be immobilized and silenced. Otherwise, what would it be like to make a noisy market on the ancestral worship arena?

Grand Tutor Jin waited a while, and when the time came, he counted the cultivators to confirm how many of the 150 people were present. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he raised his hand and clapped his hands again.

"The Imperial Martial Arts Competition is officially beginning! But before that, you need to know a few things. The Imperial Martial Arts Competition is part of the ancestral worship ceremony. Its main purpose is to celebrate the festival. Of course, this is also a grand stage."

“Some of you may belong to a faction, and some may be from our Xia Yu system, but I don’t care what you were like before. Please be mindful of your manners on the stage.”

Emperor Wusheng, Xia Yu's officials, elders from various factions, and even powerful demons all gathered in the imperial city. Such behavior, resembling that of a shrew shouting in the street, naturally needed to be avoided as much as possible.

"Killing is prohibited on the martial arts arena. The use of magical weapons, any elixirs, or spells of suppression are also forbidden."

Grand Tutor Jin spoke calmly, explaining the prohibitions against performing martial arts to the 150 people before turning around and returning to his seat.

The Grand Tutor was merely the speaker at the opening ceremony; the rest—the presiding and the judgment—were none of his concern.

The moment the Grand Tutor turned around, the viewing area in the imperial city changed in height, rising and shrinking.

"I will take care of everything from now on. Please take out your tokens."

A pageboy dressed in the attire of the Demon Suppression Bureau walked from the flat ground to the gradually rising arena, carrying a glass sphere in his hand. He instructed all the contestants to throw their tokens into the glass sphere:

"One hundred and fifty contestants will compete from the beginning of each day until the evening for seven days. Each person will participate in at least one battle every day. Please take note."

The boy began to explain the rules of the arena competition.

The Imperial Martial Arts Tournament was not an elimination tournament, but rather a point-based arena battle similar to a protracted war.

The number of duels per day is not fixed, starting from dawn and continuing until night. Tokens from those who have participated in a round of the competition are placed in another sphere, and then randomly drawn after all cultivators have participated in a round.

Those who persevere for seven days will be the ten winners of this Imperial Martial Arts Competition.

The Imperial Martial Arts Competition is not only a test of skill, but also a stage to test the participants' wisdom, eyesight, and luck.

A cultivator can lack cultivation level or exceptional talent.

However, one must possess strong fortune, whether good or bad; otherwise, even if one becomes a cultivator, one will only be mediocre.

After the imperial martial arts competition, many outstanding independent cultivators will receive invitations from major sects, because they have proven that they have the ability to crawl out of the mountain of corpses.

After all the cultivators had placed their tokens, the boy acting as referee raised the glass ball, and the tokens inside began to spin rapidly. The first token popped out from the gap on the ball and floated in mid-air.

The jade-like token shone brightly, and the name and information of a cultivator were projected into the air.