Preliminary Plans for the Marriage Arena at the Eight Great Arenas!

Li Yuan was also somewhat dumbfounded, never expecting his own face to be so useful.

A Great Luo Golden Immortal of the Witch Race, a Quasi-Sage of the Demon Court—both were great powers of the Primordial World.

And yet, they agreed so easily.

Baize stepped forward and said softly.

"A martial arts tournament to seek a spouse is indeed a good method. Setting up arenas will also allow both the Witch and Demon races to be completely convinced."

Hou Yi clearly didn't think that far ahead and found it hard to ponder, so he directly cupped his fists and said.

"Whatever the young friend says, we'll do. The Witch Race doesn't have as many tricks as the Demon Race, hmph."

As he said this, Hou Yi crossed his arms and rolled his eyes at Baize.

Clearly, he still held great prejudice against the Demon Court.

Sensing the sharp confrontation between the Witch and Demon races, Li Yuan's mouth curled up slightly, and his mind suddenly refined the plan for the martial tournament a few more points.

"It seems the Witch and Demon races are still unconvinced. How can I make both sides submit without causing casualties?"

He quickly perfected the plan for the martial tournament and wrote it into his diary.

[The purpose of the plan is to dissolve the conflict between the Witch and Demon races. The name of the plan is the Martial Tournament to Seek a Spouse. Set up enough arenas and let the Witch and Demon races fight it out.]

Laozi nodded slightly, feeling more and more that his disciple was very clever.

"As long as we keep watch, neither side will suffer casualties, and naturally, harmony won't be broken."

It couldn't be ruled out that the Demon Court had more tricks up its sleeve.

But in a proper arena match of victory and defeat, they would presumably acknowledge the outcome.

Moreover, the host was a personal disciple of a Saint; offending them would bring no benefit.

[We can set up eight great arenas, divided into Earth Immortal, Celestial Immortal, True Immortal, Mystic Immortal, Golden Immortal, Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, Great Luo Golden Immortal, and Quasi-Sage arenas.]

If the previous diary entry was just the prototype of the plan, then this diary entry struck directly at the core of the Witch and Demon races.

Why was there conflict between the Witch and Demon races? Simply because both wanted to vie for the position of overlord of the Primordial World.

Why did the conflict gradually deepen? Because every great war brought casualties.

Both sides surely felt they had a blood feud and couldn't let go of their hatred.

But the appearance of the eight great arenas would ensure that the Witch and Demon races would no longer suffer casualties.

If someone was unconvinced after being thoroughly defeated, they would only lose face for their own race.

Neither Demon Emperor Dijun nor Ancestral Witch Dijiang could afford to lose that face.

[At the same time, set up eight different leaderboards for the eight great arenas, ranked by consecutive wins. This will quickly reveal the promising talents among the Human, Witch, and Demon races, and can later be expanded to other races.]

Laozi's eyes lit up immediately. He clapped his hands and smiled, nodding slightly.

"Excellent, excellent, truly wonderful. With leaderboards in place, it will inspire the living beings of the three races to train diligently and strive for better rankings."

"The Witch and Demon races are already competitive. The leaderboards will be a chance for both races to earn glory, so they'll definitely go all out to climb the rankings. Yuan'er's idea is brilliant."

Li Yuan, however, frowned slightly, pondering the most crucial part of the plan in his mind.

"The only problem is that the arenas need a sufficiently powerful being to guard them. The most suitable candidate seems to be my master."

"I'll go back and ask Master to step in. If that doesn't work, I can ask Second Martial Uncle or Third Martial Uncle."

Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in Li Yuan's ears.

"Senior Brother Li, we're here."

Li Yuan turned around and saw a face like a fairy from a painting appear before his eyes—autumn-water pupils, brows like distant mountains, delicate features as pure and holy as a white lotus, ethereally beautiful.

He also greeted them with a delighted smile.

"So it's Junior Brother Cihang. You've grown from that young lad back then into such a graceful young lady now, huh."

Hearing this, Cihang revealed a helpless smile, casually tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and said softly.

"What is Senior Brother saying? I'm a man."

Li Yuan waved his hand casually and said, "No one cares."

Then his gaze swept over the several junior brothers and sisters before him.

"Ju Liusun, Puxian, Wenshu, Zhao Gongming, Qiongxiao, Bixiao, Yunxiao—these seven will be the cricket match referees."

He waved at Xuandu, who was not far away, and said with a smile.

"Senior Brother, come on over too. I plan to set up eight great arenas, but the arenas need referees to preside over them. I hope all of you fellow disciples..."

A moment later, Li Yuan explained his plan.

Xuandu's eyes lit up, and he nodded slightly.

"Junior Brother's idea is truly excellent. Let's do as Junior Brother says."

Baize also came closer, speaking with a smile.

"This Daoist does have some insight into the Formation Dao and can assist the young friend in setting up the arenas."

The words "Formation Dao" instantly activated Duobao, who directly raised his hand.

"This Daoist can assist Senior Bai in setting up the formations."

Duobao was a disciple of Tongtian, and Tongtian was the foremost master of the Formation Dao in the Primordial World.

Naturally, he would not cause trouble.

Moreover, with Baize's wisdom, he would not miss this opportunity to get close to the disciples of the Three Teachings.

Baize then glanced at Hou Yi and spoke with a sarcastic tone.

"Troubling Fellow Daoist Hou Yi to just stand by and watch."

Hou Yi quickly reddened, his face flushing, as this was entirely a jab at him for contributing nothing.

"The Witch Race can provide the heavenly materials and earthly treasures needed to build the arenas."

There was no other choice—the Witch Race had no Primordial Spirit, and most heavenly materials and earthly treasures were useless to them.

Over the years, they had accumulated quite a bit of wealth, and it was just sitting there.

They could afford to lose the materials, but they absolutely could not lose face for the Witch Race in front of the Demon Court!

Li Yuan spoke cheerfully.

"Since that's the case, this Daoist will return to ask for the opinions of my master and two martial uncles."

With that, he returned to Kunlun Mountain at the fastest speed and arrived before the Eight Scenery Palace.

"Disciple Li Yuan seeks an audience with Master and the two Martial Uncles."

Boom—!!!

The gates of the Eight Scenery Palace opened, and the moment Li Yuan stepped inside, Laozi spoke with a smile.

"Yuan'er, this master already knows of your plan. No need to say more."

"It's simply that the Eight Great Arenas lack a Sage to oversee them, and you fear that those Quasi-Sages and Great Luos might lose their tempers and cause trouble."

Li Yuan was dumbfounded, completely frozen in place.

"Has Master's path of deduction really reached such a terrifying level?"

Laozi, however, chuckled and said.

"Just a slight improvement, that's all. I wonder what Second Brother and Third Brother think?"

Yuanshi: "There is no reason not to. Observing the battle between the Wu and Demon races can provide even a Sage with unique insights. Very good."

Tongtian shouted with excessive excitement.

"Watching others fight? This Daoist loves that kind of thing."

Li Yuan glanced at Third Martial Uncle in astonishment, thinking to himself.

"With Third Martial Uncle's behavior like this, if it weren't for me, the Interception Sect would have fallen apart."

"But I never expected this matter to progress so smoothly."

He respectfully bowed to the Three Pure Ones and said.

"Then I will trouble Master and the two Martial Uncles to take turns Suppressing the Eight Great Arenas for a thousand years, rotating every millennium."

The Three Pure Ones all nodded slightly. "Good."

Li Yuan quickly left Kunlun Mountain again, and upon returning to the Human Race, he saw that the Eight Great Arenas had already been completed.

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