Yi Changge Actually Wanted to Praise Me to Death?

In any case, no matter what they thought, the arena tournament had to continue.

Round after round, round after round.

The arena tournament seemed as though it would never end.

Lin Hao, standing on the stage, felt speechless.

He felt like a clown on the arena. Every opponent he encountered was trash, all of them defeated in a single move. Everything seemed to have been arranged beforehand.

What did this mean?

What was Yi Changge trying to do?

Was he trying to praise him to death?

Did he want Lin Hao to become arrogant and overconfident, then cast him into an endless abyss at the height of his glory?

The more Lin Hao thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

Azure Mountain Sect was a major sect, after all. How could its outer disciples be so pathetic?

Only his earlier guess could explain all of this.

"Yi Changge, just you wait."

His resolve grew even firmer. As he looked at who knew which opponent stood before him, Lin Hao's heart was incomparably calm.

His cultivation was still too low. He could not become arrogant!

He could not fall into the other party's scheme.

Letting out a long breath, Lin Hao then kicked his opponent off the arena with one foot.

Referee: "..."

It was too fast.

The production crew had instructed them countless times to control the pace of the matches, but no one who stepped onto the stage could withstand even one move from Lin Hao.

Look at Shen Yunfei on the neighboring arena—he was still locked in a tense battle.

Fine sweat ran down Shen Yunfei's forehead. Although he could not sense his opponent's spiritual power, he could feel how powerful the other man was.

The palm technique that had previously blasted opponents off the stage with a single strike was almost useless against this person.

At most, it could force him back a few steps.

Great Perfection of Qi Refinement?

Or a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator with a deeper foundation than his own?

Elder, you've really put me through hell!

Rubbing his chest, Shen Yunfei coughed twice, feeling as if he were about to cough blood from his lungs.

Too strong.

Azure Mountain Sect truly lived up to its name. His late-stage Qi Refinement strength was still nowhere near enough.

After fighting bitterly for roughly half an hour, Shen Yunfei finally won a narrow victory.

Compared to Lin Hao, Shen Yunfei was genuinely having a miserable time.

Referee: "Director, are we still continuing? I feel like Shen Yunfei is about to collapse."

Through a nano earpiece, the referee communicated with the production crew.

It had already been over ten rounds. Even a real cultivator would probably be unable to keep going.

Director's room.

After glancing at the barrage of comments, the director answered expressionlessly, "Continue."

Continue!

If the audience wanted to watch, then let them watch their fill.

The spectators loved a good spectacle and never feared things getting out of hand. Who would pass up entertainment?

The comments were all egging them on, and the occasional dissenting remark was quickly drowned out.

"The match continues."

The referee's voice fell without a trace of emotion.

Lin Hao's expression, however, was extremely ugly.

Yi Changge!

More than ten rounds had passed, yet he still refused to let him go. Did he really think Lin Hao was so easy to bully?

"Interesting."

Gu Yuan had appeared beside the stands at some point. He sat down casually and watched the arena tournament below.

Lin Hao was quite good at making things up in his head.

Gu Yuan was actually looking forward to the two fighting each other.

After checking Yi Changge's perspective, he found that Yi Changge was currently cultivating.

At the middle stage of Qi Refinement, coupled with the restriction on cultivation time, it would be rather difficult for Lin Hao to catch up.

"The tournament continues!"

"The tournament continues!"

"..."

No one knew how many rounds had passed.

Lin Hao was still doing fine on the arena, but Shen Yunfei had collapsed directly onto the ground from exhaustion.

He really could not go on anymore!

"The tournament is over!"

With the referee's order, this outer sect tournament was officially declared over.

Some people said that Lin Hao and Shen Yunfei had not fought yet, and the final had not even taken place, so how could it be over already?

There was only one answer: the audience had grown tired of it!

The directors of the two livestreams, who fully respected the audience's opinions, ended the tournament the moment they realized this.

Actually, ending it now was for the best.

Lin Hao and Shen Yunfei could not fight each other yet.

They were both protagonists, after all. Without any actors involved, what would happen if they noticed something? How could the rest of the show continue?

Shen Yunfei's lips were pale, and his whole body swayed unsteadily. Supporting himself against the edge of the arena, a smile finally appeared on his face.

At the front.

The elders rose to their feet, their gazes falling upon Lin Hao and Shen Yunfei.

The Grand Elder spoke, summing up the tournament. The general meaning was that everyone had done well and should strive to do even better in the future.

"I announce that Lin Hao, Shen Yunfei, Wang Huan, and Lin Chengdong have obtained qualification to enter the Green Willow Mystic Realm."

"After leaving, report to the Outer Sect Elders' Hall."

As soon as his words fell, thin mist gradually rose and enveloped the five elders on the stands. Then flying swords arrived from the horizon, and they departed on their swords.

It was the same principle as the opening.

Outer Sect Elders' Hall.

The Outer Sect Grand Elder was currently chatting with the other five elders.

"If our identities were real, that would be great. I really want to cultivate."

"Yeah. The production crew's set construction is pretty impressive. Sometimes, I even feel like this is a real world."

"By the way, what exactly are our sect master and the Inner Sect Grand Elder doing? They took the money but never show up on camera, leaving us to handle this tournament."

"Exactly. So unprofessional. They said they had diarrhea and stayed in that shabby house every day. We haven't seen them in ages."

"Maybe their corpses have already started to stink."

Inside the Elders' Hall, the five elders talked over one another, discussing recent events.

Just as they were talking excitedly, the production crew's voice came through their earpieces, telling them to get ready.

They straightened their clothes, sat upright, adjusted their expressions, and looked toward the entrance of the hall.

"Come in."

The Grand Elder's voice was full of majesty, echoing throughout the entire hall.

"Greetings, Elders!"

The four entered the hall respectfully and bowed to the elders above them.

"Rise."

"I need not say much about the importance of this trip to the Green Willow Mystic Realm, but it concerns the allocation of sect resources. I hope you will take it seriously."

"You are all outstanding outer disciples of our sect, each with your own strengths. But remember, there is always someone stronger, and there is always a higher heaven."

"Here are four pills, your rewards for the tournament. They are called Spirit-Nurturing Pills and can accelerate cultivation according to one's aptitude."

"The mystic realm will open in ten days. You must cultivate diligently during this time. Go back and prepare."

The Grand Elder finished reciting his lines and then dismissed them.

The Green Willow Mystic Realm!

This was a side quest that the production crew had specially constructed with enormous funding and technology, and they had also spent a great deal of manpower reviewing it.

As for promotion—

Besides promotion through the livestreams,

commercials were played in rotation all day on major television channels and internet platforms, while posters covered streets and alleys.

All of it was to build anticipation and attract more viewers.

The Green Willow Mystic Realm was touted as the most realistic cultivation mystic realm in the modern world!

Sect tournaments and the like were just small fry.

They could be adjusted however they pleased.

This was a project personally overseen by the chief director, unquestionably his favorite project.

It was said that the mystic realm even contained "ferocious beasts," specially trained "heavenly treasures," and inheritance opportunities left behind by a fallen expert!