An Odd Surrender, Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng

As the rising sun climbed to its zenith, the air grew ever more scorching, and the eyes of the gathered cultivators burned hotter as well.

Beauty, status, wealth—everything lay within reach. Naturally, their hearts stirred like restless apes and galloping horses, leaving them excited and tense.

This was no less than having an inheritance cave abode laid out before them, waiting for them to claim its legacy. So long as they joined the Yun Family, the Yun Family's fourth-rank inheritances and all manner of cultivation arts would spare them countless years of detours.

And the prerequisite was merely victory in this grand competition.

Especially for those cultivators at Foundation Establishment Late Stage and even Foundation Establishment Peak.

To have reached such cultivation before the age of one hundred absolutely qualified them as geniuses. Naturally, they were brimming with confidence.

What was more, since this was a son-in-law selection, they believed many clans and factions would not take part.

That undoubtedly gave them even greater hope.

"Alright, since registration is more or less complete, let us begin. Uncle Baiyuan, Uncle Baili, Uncle Qiansheng, please each oversee an arena for me!" Yun Caini spoke again.

As her voice fell, three people emerged from the island.

The three each stood over a stretch of sea, releasing the aura of the Purple Palace realm. It transformed into ripples of true essence that spread in every direction.

Yun Caini's eyes could not help but brighten at the sight.

When Foundation Establishment Peak cultivators fought, the commotion was immense. Even an ordinary Purple Palace cultivator observing them would certainly leak a trace of their cultivation.

After all, it was easy to fail to hold back during a spar.

One's appearance could be concealed, and one's aura could be concealed, but cultivation arts and strength were not