Drawing Lots, the Martial Contest Begins

"I drew Zelei Sui."

"I got Xun as Wind!"

"I got Qian as Heaven—the first one!"

After drawing, the contestants revealed their assigned trigrams one by one.

Among them, Yun Ling'er had drawn Wind Earth Guan.

Zhao Han had studied the Book of Changes before, along with some feng shui, the siting of tombs and houses, and physiognomy. He immediately figured out who Yun Ling'er's opponent would be.

Well, would you look at that. Yun Ling'er's opponent was... that unfamiliar young man!

Wind Earth Guan had Xun above and Kun below, so its corresponding trigram should be Gen below Qian—in other words, Ze Shan Tian Da Chu.

Han Chen's opponent, meanwhile, was just an ordinary genius at a few apertures of the Aperture Opening Realm, the sort he could kill in seconds with a few casual moves.

Zhao Han gave a long look at Duanmu Xi seated up front, then at the Han family head, who was grinning from ear to ear, and thought:

"If you two didn't rig this, I'll smash my head against a block of tofu."

In Zhao Han's view, Duanmu Xi had definitely struck some backroom deal with the Han family head and tampered with the draw.

They'd deliberately pitted Yun Ling'er, who had a great chance of winning, against that unfamiliar young man in the very first round.

Now surely one of you two will be eliminated.

With one formidable opponent out of the way, Han Chen would have an even better shot at first place, naturally earning Duanmu Xi's favor.

Zhao Han muttered, "Looks like the Confucian Sect isn't such a great bunch after all."

"That guy was right. The Confucian Sect is just a pack of hypocrites, all empty talk!"

As soon as Zhao Han said that, Duanmu Xi on the platform—whether or