Ji Jiuwu: Am I Being Taken for a Soft Persimmon?

Ji Jiuwu's return home did not cause any stir in the Long River Tribe due to the deliberate suppression by the clan chief and the high priest. In fact, many of his peers did not even know that Ji Jiuwu had returned. The thing that everyone was most concerned about now was the Lineage competition that was coming in a few days.

The Ji Lineage Lineage's grand competition is held once every ten years. This competition is also a competition for the entire tribe. However, the Ji Lineage has an absolute dominant position in the entire Long River Tribe, and each competition ultimately becomes a contest among Ji Lineage disciples.

The Grand Competition not only determines the top young talent of the Ji Lineage, but the winner of each competition automatically becomes a candidate for the young clan leader and is also allowed to go to the Water God Tribe for training. For the Ji Lineage's prodigies, this is not only a great opportunity to showcase their strength, but also an opportunity to change their destiny.

Early that morning, a fighting arena and a grandstand had been set up on a huge open space outside the city of the Long River Tribe.

Ji Jiuwu, along with his father, elder brother, and other siblings, went to the martial arts arena outside the city. When they arrived, the arena was already packed with people, and the young people who had come to participate in the competition were gathered in twos and threes, discussing the upcoming competition.

Who do you think will be the champion this time?

"That goes without saying, it's Ji Jinwu, he's the High Priest's personal disciple."

"It's a pity that Ji Qinheng was injured, otherwise they could have fought back."

"Isn't Ji Baishuang still in the clan leader's lineage? I heard that her strength is also at the Half-Step Spirit Nurturing, and she can fight Ji Jinwu."

"..."

The chatter of the crowd did not affect Ji Jiuwu; on the contrary, Ji Qinheng, standing to the side, looked disappointed and remained silent the whole way.

Seeing his eldest son's dejected appearance, Ji Yuantao said, "Aheng, don't be discouraged. Temporary setbacks don't mean lifelong success. As long as you are willing to cultivate diligently, one day you will surely become a Great Shaman."

Ji Jiuwu chimed in, "That's right, brother. My master often says that how far a person can go on the path of cultivation is not primarily determined by talent or other factors, but by their Dao heart. As long as one's Dao heart is firm enough, one will surely be able to forge their own path."

Upon hearing this, Ji Qinheng clenched his fists and said, "Thank you for your encouragement, Father and Brother. After I recover from my injuries, I will work hard to cultivate and prove my strength."

"Let's go. This time, let's see what this kid Jiuwu has learned from the Shaman God before we start the competition."

After saying this, Ji Yuantao led his family toward the stands.

As the eldest son of the clan chief, his son also has a seeded spot in the competition, meaning he doesn't need to participate in the first three days of the preliminary rounds; he only needs to participate in the elimination rounds in the last few days.

In the Long River Tribe's grand competition, anyone who makes it into the top 100 will be selected for the city guard and receive land and slaves. The top 20 will be accepted as disciples by the priests and tribal chiefs, and the top three will be able to become disciples of the high priest.

Soon the group arrived at the stands to await the start of the competition. With all the leaders of the Long River Tribe present, the competition officially began.

The Ninth Priest, who was in charge of presiding over this grand competition, appeared in mid-air and announced, "I hereby declare the once-in-a-decade Long River Tribe Grand Competition open..."

An hour later, the disciples of the Long River Tribe took to the stage to compete. In the past, Ji Jiuwu would not have paid much attention to these guys' competitions, but this time he watched each disciple's match with great concentration.

Seeing this, Ji Qinheng immediately asked, "Jiuwu, you've changed."

Ji Jiuwu smiled and said, "After three years of cultivation with my master, I have indeed changed quite a bit. I want to see if I can learn anything useful from these fellow clansmen."

"Oh?"

Ji Qinheng said, "Tell me, after looking at it for so long, what have you figured out?"

Ji Jiuwu didn't hide anything and told his elder brother about his gains. Ji's father and mother were very pleased to hear the conversation between the two brothers. Their biggest worry was that their two promising sons would one day turn against each other. Such things were not uncommon in the Long River Tribe. Now it seemed that their previous worries were completely unnecessary.

Three days later, 110 young people passed the selection and will compete against the seeded candidates chosen by the bigwigs of the Ji Lineage.

As the drawing of lots began, Ji Jiuwu stood up from his seat and said to his parents, "Father, Mother, I'll go draw my lot first."

"Go."

Ji Yuantao said with a smile.

The moment Ji Jiuwu stepped onto the stage, a murmur of discussion erupted throughout the training ground.

"Look, that sickly guy is Ji Jiuwu. It's said that this kid is lucky; his older brother Ji Qinheng was injured, which is why he's qualified to be one of the top ten seeded players."

"So, if we draw Ji Jiuwu, it means we'll be in the top 100?"

"Great, thank God I Quanya Ji Jiuwu, this easy target."

"..."

Hearing the murmurs below, Ji Jiuwu was immediately amused. He, a disciple of the Shaman God, was being treated like an easy target. It seemed that if he didn't show off his skills, his lineage would be looked down upon.

The drawing ceremony ended quickly. Ji Jiuwu looked at the number one on his hand and thought to himself: It seems that Grandpa and the High Priest also want to see my strength.

"Next up are the two young men who drew number one to compete."

After the Ninth Priest shouted, Ji Jiuwu slowly walked towards the arena. He didn't walk fast, but he attracted the attention of countless people.

From the crowd below the ring, a cheerful voice suddenly rang out. "I drew number one! I, Quanya, am so lucky!"

As soon as he said that, everyone's eyes fell on the boy.

It was a boy dressed in a gray wolf fur coat, with a wolf tooth hanging around his neck. He held a shiny black axe in his hand and leaped onto the arena in one swift step.

Ji Jiuwu looked at the young man in front of him and said with a smile, "Does drawing my name make you this happy?"

After saying that, Quanya scratched his head awkwardly, forcing a smile, "Young Master Jiuwu, please don't mind, I just didn't expect to have the chance to fight you."

"Alright, since you think you can beat me, then show me what you've got. Don't disappoint me."

Ji Jiuwu stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the young man in front of him.

The Quanya said, "Young Master Jiuwu, you'd better show your weapon quickly, or you might get hurt by me. This axe of mine was obtained from a warrior from another tribe who specializes in internal organs."

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When the audience below the arena heard the words "Organ Refining Warrior," they looked at Quanya with a hint of envy. No wonder this kid treasured his axe so much.

Ji Jiuwu laughed and said, "You don't need to worry about me. If your full-force attack can even touch the hem of my clothes, then I'll consider this a loss."

Before he could finish speaking, a huge uproar erupted in the martial arts arena...