The central district of the Sword-Wiping Realm.
Deer-Chasing Plain.
A sturdy, heroic-looking youth sat on a small rise, an enormous halberd slung across his back.
He held a map in his hands, looking somewhat troubled.
"Why hasn't anyone come yet... isn't this the central district?"
With no fights to be had, he was so bored he felt restless, inwardly scratching his head and clawing at his cheeks.
The token at his waist displayed a glaring number: eighty-nine.
He was Li Yi.
In such an entertaining arena of conflict, under such rules of combat.
As an extreme warmonger, every minute and second Li Yi spent unable to fight left him anxious that he was "wasting his life and time."
"Thinking about it, being on the battlefield was far more satisfying..."
He recalled his old life following the veteran general to lead troops into battle, the crushing pressure of thousands of soldiers and horses surging toward him.
A flicker of excitement crossed Li Yi's eyes.
Later, a strange twist of fate had led him into the cultivation world. He had originally thought battles between immortals would be entertaining.
In reality, however, there were no battles between immortals here at all.
He had even applied to go to Changping, but because he was joining Demon-Exorcising Peak and had various assessments ahead of him, his application could not be approved.
The closest he had come to a colossal battle was probably when someone named Song Yan provoked the Xuanyuan Sect several times.
But in the end, no fight had broken out.
His usual sparring visits to Sword-Wiping Peak were all minor skirmishes.
Now that he had advanced to the ninth layer of Qi refining, that was even more the case.
There were hardly any Qi refining stage cultivators who could properly exchange a few