The disciples eliminated in the previous melee had already been selected by the various sects and academies, and Feng Xiaonan had returned as promised. At my suggestion, Peaceful Immortal Temple took all the disciples from my realm under its wing. At least they would have a great tree to shelter beneath, and Peaceful Immortal Temple also needed to maintain an inextricable, tangled connection with me.
This competition was held at an arena not far from the site of the previous melee. The area had likewise been covered with a grand formation, and the arena had four platforms. In other words, four matches could be held at once.
There were seventeen disciples from my realm, nearly half the total number. The first round followed an elimination format, and the draw reflected one's fortune to a great extent, since it was possible to be eliminated in the very first match.
However, even if one lost in this individual competition to determine the rankings, it was not a major issue. After all, it was merely a stage for displaying the disciples' strength. As long as a disciple did not lose too miserably, they would at least be selected by a core inner sect elder or another elder.
I was not worried that the disciples I had brought with me were weak. During the training after our trip to Yin Mountain, I had worked hard to train them as well. They had all cultivated the techniques of the Unity of Heaven Sect and possessed several protective spells. Their performance in the competition should be no weaker than that of disciples from the other realms.
I drew number twelve, and my opponent was a junior sister from our own sect. The moment she saw that she had drawn me, she let out a whimper and