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Two months later, the caravan stopped outside the city of Liri.
The brown stone walls, towering over a hundred meters high, resembled the body of a sprawling beast, exuding an ancient and heavy atmosphere. Thick vines clung to the walls, their dry and withered appearance reminiscent of an old man's arms due to the late winter season.
Occasionally, faintly glowing Xuan Guo flowers dotted the ancient vines.
Various birds built their nests among the vines.
The city, which had not seen war for ten thousand years, appeared peaceful and tranquil.
It cradled a population of four hundred million people and forty million martial artists within its walls.
Li Mingyan had lived in this city since childhood and was already accustomed to it. She took out a communication talisman to notify Li Father.
"I'll have Father come pick me up!"
After two incense sticks' worth of time, a middle-aged man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes landed outside the city gate on a flying mount.
"Yan'er, why are you alone? Where is Steward Liu? What happened to those hired martial artists?"
Li Father looked at the empty caravan with suspicion and confusion.
Steward Liu was the backbone of the caravan.
How could he leave his post without permission?
When he returned, he would definitely have a serious talk with him. Otherwise, if the rules were broken, it would lead to significant problems for future caravan profits!
"Yan'er was cursed! Steward Liu is the culprit! If it weren't for Lin Qiubai arriving in time to rescue me, I fear my daughter would have been imprisoned by that lecherous Steward Liu... and my reputation ruined..."
Upon hearing this, Li Father was taken aback, instinctively feeling it was impossible, but seeing Li Mingyan's demeanor and emotions did not seem like a lie.
With this thought, Li Father became furious: "Where is Steward Liu? I will kill him!"
"Steward Liu is already dead!"
Li Mingyan's face showed disgust.
Upon hearing this, Li Father's expression froze, slightly stunned.
Steward Liu had a cultivation level of the Seventh Layer of Yuan Dan Realm, unmatched by anyone in the merchant group.
Could it be that his precious daughter was saved by a passing expert?
Thinking of this, Li Heng embraced his beloved daughter, whispering words of comfort, feeling both guilty and angry.
Steward Liu had been with him for eighteen years, yet he turned out to be treacherous and scheming...
"Why didn't you bring back the expert who saved you to express your gratitude properly?"
"Isn't that expert right in front of us?"
Li Mingyan pouted her alluring red lips, looking at Lin Qiubai.
"What?"
Li Father turned around and observed carefully. He noticed that although Lin Qiubai's cultivation was only at the Eighth Layer of Yin Yuan Realm, his sharp gaze was incredibly piercing, even making Li Heng, who had already broken through to the Eighth Layer of Yuan Dan Realm, feel alarmed.
Danger!
Li Heng felt a sense of danger for the first time in many years of bloodshed and killing, emanating from a young boy of such an age.
Even the unparalleled genius Qiao Liangyu, who won the championship at the fifteen-year-old stage in the Central Sand State trial last year, had never given him such a dangerous intuition.
"What is this..."
Li Father's gaze slightly froze, not daring to be presumptuous, and he clasped his hands to inquire.
"Uncle, hello. My name is Lin Qiubai."
Lin Qiubai was neither humble nor arrogant, showing no signs of disdain but also not being overly modest.
He was polite and composed, displaying an extraordinary demeanor.
After two months, his injuries had completely healed. Moreover, he had smoothly broken through to the Yin Yuan Realm Eightfold. His aura was steady, as immovable as a mountain.
"Truly a young talent. Even I feel a sense of trepidation; no wonder you were able to kill Steward Liu! Since you have helped my Mingyan, I cannot let you go without proper gratitude. Please come into my residence so we can discuss this in detail..."
Li Heng signaled for the guards nearby to unload the goods from the merchant caravan. Then, accompanied by Li Mingyan, he led Lin Qiubai towards Li Mansion.
Lin Qiubai did not decline; after all, finding a place to stay at Li Mansion would be much better than at an inn.
As for the treasures that Li Father presented—Spirit-Level High-Grade Artifact, rare materials and treasures—Lin Qiubai looked down on them all. However, he could not show it and obediently accepted them while expressing his gratitude.
Li Heng was a businessman.
Businessmen value profit; being able to offer Lin Qiubai such generous gifts showed that he was indeed extremely grateful.
Once the formalities were over, Mingyan took Lin Qiubai out of Li Mansion to register him.
The streets were bustling with activity. Warriors moved through the alleys and main roads. A small building stood at a street corner about a hundred meters away, where more than ten warriors sat with their eyes closed in meditation, some at the Creation Realm and others at the Yuan Dan Realm.
From their attire, it was clear they were members of the Sacred Dragon Guard.
Lin Qiubai thought of Captain Duan, his expression slightly complex as he sighed and followed Ming Yan onward.
The crowd of warriors was overwhelming.
Some were participating in the trial competition, while others had come to observe.
The Zhongsha State Grand Tournament was a grand event. Tens of thousands of top young talents would compete here!
In the end, the best among them would be determined, enjoying supreme glory and attracting the awe of millions.
It must be said that the Imperial Edict and the Sacred Dragon Guard had deeply ingrained themselves in people's hearts.
Despite such a scene, no conflicts occurred; everyone passed by each other in an orderly fashion.
It was not like in novels where a disagreement would lead to street fights or even bloodshed.
However, it was inevitable that people would be packed closely together!
To alleviate the pressure of foot traffic, there were dozens of registration locations for the trial competition.
Almost every mid-grade and upper-grade sect had set up a registration point.
One only needed to report detailed information to the elder in charge of registration, pay one hundred Medium-Grade Origin Stones, and undergo a preliminary review to complete the registration.
Warriors like Lin Qiubai, who come from out of state, are generally quite rare.
As a result, the elder in charge of registration took a closer look at Lin Qiubai before focusing on the paperwork.
"Which state are you from?"
"Beiliang State."
"How old are you?"
"Fifteen years old."
"Do not lie about your age. If it is discovered during the competition that your bone age does not match, you will face severe consequences. All sects will prohibit you from entering their sects for further training.
If you truly are fifteen years old, please pay one hundred Supreme Yuan Stones and go to the training room on the far left for testing."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiubai nodded affirmatively and followed the elder's assistant into the enclosed training room on the left.
The training room was one hundred square meters, equipped with various testing apparatuses and a martial arts platform.
The tester was a Yuan Dan Realm Warrior in his thirties, appearing mature and steady.
"I will suppress my cultivation level..."
Before the tester could finish his sentence, he felt a palm pressing against his chest. The overwhelming force caused him to lose his balance and he was instantly sent flying backward.
He crashed into the wall, rolled twice, and lay on the ground in shock for a moment before getting up, covered in dust.
"This script is wrong!"
"Elder Assistant," didn't you say that Lin Qiubai signed up for the fifteen-year-old stage of the Trial competition!?
Why did this young man just send him flying with one move?!
Is this really a contestant from the fifteen-year-old stage?!
The Elder Assistant was also confused; where did this freak come from? He is no less impressive than Qiao Liangyu!
"To save time... I'm still waiting to sign up for the twenty-year-old stage of the Trial competition..."
Lin Qiubai shrugged. Then, under the guidance of the Tester, he approached the Elder.
"Elder, he has passed the assessment. But he still wants to sign up for the twenty-year-old Trial competition..."
The Elder frowned.
However, the young man behind him started shouting.
"Are you annoying? I have urgent matters to attend to. Hurry up and finish your registration and get out of the way; don’t waste my time standing there. You're not that old, but your attitude is quite big. Do all of you from Northern Liang Province love to brag?"
The atmosphere became quite awkward for a moment. After a long while, Lin Qiubai finally laughed out loud.
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