After Meng Jingzhou announced the rules, the Luo Tian Forest fell into dead silence. The crowd watched Lu Yang, tied to a chair, like a pack of wolves in the dark, their eyes gleaming green.
Lu Yang felt his scalp prickle under their stares. Seeing invitations arrive in droves and pile up across the Meng family's tables was one thing. Seeing those invitations replaced by a tightly packed crowd of True Persons standing right in front of him was another.
"Master, just how many people did you offend in the Imperial City? You're already at Tribulation Transcendence. Why don't you hurry over and take out all these enemies?"
In the perilous world of cultivation, only decisive action could keep you safe.
Meng Jingyu sat in the treetop. On her left was a plate of fruit shipped from the Eastern Sea and pastries from the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion. On her right was juice made from fruit shipped from the Demon Domain. They were her hard-earned reward for tying up Lu Yang, packing him in a beautifully decorated box, and tossing him out at just the right moment.
Meng Jingyu watched the scene below with great interest. This was far more fun than cultivating or studying.
"As my older brother says, seeing how cultivators fight will be a great help to my cultivation in the future."
"Even if Father asks, I can say that knowledge comes from practice."
Thinking this, she watched on, beaming. It was her first time doing something like this, and she was thrilled.
"Lu Yang's right here. What's the point of holding a competition? Everyone, let's attack together!" someone shouted from the crowd. His family's hopes rested on him, and he wanted to wipe away the shame of his past defeat. He didn't have time for all this