Li Family Tradition: Picking the Softest Persimmons

The instant the First Elder's voice fell...

"BOOM!!!"

The entire Martial Arts Square erupted.

"WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH!!!"

The air split with a chorus of whistles as dozens of figures shot forward almost at once, racing toward the nearest platforms.

Li Qinglin walked over.

Little Stone looked at his big brother, itching to give it a try. "Big brother, let's get up there too."

Li Qinglin shook his head. "Let's watch first. Those rushing up now are either extremely confident in their own strength or eager to show off. We've just arrived at the Ancestral Land, and we don't know the place or the geniuses from the Branch Families yet. If we step onto a platform rashly, we might take a serious beating."

Little Stone nodded. "You're right."

The two didn't hurry onto a platform. Instead, they stood shoulder to shoulder and carefully observed the situation.

By now, more than fifty platforms had already been claimed.

Everyone who'd claimed a platform first had a powerful presence, their Qi and Blood surging through them like a great river.

"Look at platform number three! Who's that?"

A Branch Family youth cried out in surprise.

Everyone looked toward platform number three. A boy in white martial garb, around twelve or thirteen years old, stood there with delicate features. Qi and Blood surged from him like a column of smoke, forming a crimson halo above his head.

"With Qi and Blood power that strong, he must have at least reached Qi and Blood Great Accomplishment!"

"I know him. He's Li Qiyu from the Ancestral Land!"

Someone recognized the boy in white and called out.

"What? It's him?"

"He's one of the top favorites to place in the top three at this competition. He's reached Qi and Blood Great Accomplishment, and he comes from an extremely