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In the quiet night, gentle as water, the bright moonlight intertwined with the sparkling starlight, forming a soft veil of light that slowly descended. The tender singing was more melodious than the lark's call, and the light voice was the most beautiful sound of the night. As the night deepened, all things fell into slumber, even those nocturnal creatures began their winter hibernation.
As the moon set and dawn broke, a night had passed just like that. Just as a hint of pale light appeared on the horizon, Ye Mingshang got up early to practice his skills. With the Rising Sun in the east and purple aura beginning to rise, it was the best time for training. Sweating profusely could keep one energetic throughout the day.
Unbeknownst to him, Bai Xiangxue and Ling'er had already woken up, quietly watching Ye Mingshang sweat profusely at the door, their Scarlet Eyes shining with brilliance.
With each punch and kick, his movements were precise and swift yet powerful. Even among the physically strong demon clan, his skills were exceptional. With agile footwork, he covered several meters as if it were just a step away. Each step was like a dragonfly touching water—brief yet graceful—moving with the wind as if he were weightless. His lightness and martial arts skills could make countless martial arts Grandmasters blush; many instructors would struggle to withstand just a few of his moves.
It wasn't until the sun rose high in the sky that Ye Mingshang gradually came to a stop, pressing his palms down to conclude his practice.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
"Great job! Brother Ye is amazing!"
Ling'er clapped her hands joyfully. Bai Xiangxue didn't share her childlike enthusiasm but looked at Ye Mingshang with pride and admiration in her eyes.
"Ling'er, Mother, when did you wake up? Did I disturb you?" Ye Mingshang scratched his head and smiled.
Bai Xiangxue shook her head: "We've been awake for a while. We didn’t want to interrupt you while you were practicing."
Ling'er chimed in: "Brother Ye, what kind of martial arts are you practicing? It looks so impressive and beautiful!"
Ye Mingshang smiled: "It's just some rudimentary techniques I've grasped; it's nothing special."
"Not at all! It's really impressive!" Ling'er murmured.
Bai Xiangxue smiled gently: "Shang'er, hurry up and wash up. Mother will go prepare breakfast."
"Oh, okay." Ye Mingshang replied and went to wash his face by the creekside.
After breakfast, Ye Mingshang didn't run around in the mountains like yesterday but sat comfortably in a wicker chair in the yard, playing on his phone. There was no internet in the mountains, so he played a single-player game he had downloaded earlier. Before long, bored Ling'er curiously peeked over to examine this palm-sized gadget.
"Brother Ye, what is this?" Ling'er asked curiously.
Ye Mingshang smiled lightly and said, "This is called a mobile phone. It is used to communicate with others, and you can also watch movies and play games on it to pass the time."
"Mobile... phone?" Ling'er poked her cheek with her finger, looking puzzled.
Ye Mingshang chuckled, opened the phone to the main interface, and tapped on the music app. "Look, you just need to click these icons to enter different programs. This one is for music, where you can listen to songs. However, there is no internet here, so I only have some songs that I downloaded randomly. You see, just click on these songs to listen."
Curiously, Ling'er reached out and lightly tapped the screen, and a beautiful song began to play.
"Wow~ This is interesting! This little box can even sing?" Ling'er exclaimed with curiosity.
Ye Mingshang smiled again. After playing a few songs, he showed her how to watch movies and play games. Ling'er was like a curious baby exploring something she had never seen before. She was very smart and quickly learned how to use it. Soon after, she snatched Ye Mingshang's phone to play by herself.
With a helpless smile, Ye Mingshang sat down nearby to meditate. After all, cultivation requires not only physical training but also mental tranquility. If the mind is calm, cultivation will be twice as effective. Through diligent practice over the past few months, he had gained deeper insights into "opening the door," and he was only one opportunity away from becoming an immortal.
Time passed unnoticed during meditation; when he awoke, it was already time for lunch. After stretching his muscles in the afternoon, he returned to meditating to pass the time. Days flew by quickly, and three days later, the much-anticipated Arena Tournament for the younger generation was ready.
Participation in this Arena Tournament was mandatory; anyone of sufficient age had to join without exception. Opponents would be chosen randomly, and anyone aged between 15 and 50 could participate. Here, age refers to demon age; once one becomes a demon, they are no longer ordinary and are considered equivalent to newborns.
The age arrangement was made because children born to older generations of powerful beings are inherently demons but still fragile and need time to grow. By age 15, they would have developed certain abilities. For instance, Little Tiger, who was about the same size as Ye Mingshang, could still compete against older beings like the curly-haired lion with 200 years of demon age.
As for those with lower qualifications, even at 50 years old, they might not be a match for someone who is 15 years old. For demons, lifespan is long; as long as they survive the lightning tribulation, they can live for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Fifty years old is still considered quite young. Perhaps this age arrangement isn't entirely reasonable, but it balances many factors; aside from a few exceptions, it's quite good—like those two beings that Ye Mingshang sealed; their demon age was only a few days.
Those who are inherently strong do not have to participate forcibly but can register themselves if they wish; as long as they pass the test showing their strength sufficient to compete with participants, they can join the tournament. As for Ye Mingshang, although he is not part of the demon race, his unique status allows him to participate as well. Moreover, the organizers hope he will join so that those inexperienced Brats can witness the terror of human cultivators and not underestimate them.
For those in special circumstances participating in tests, it is quite quick; they only need to demonstrate their strength enough to compete with participants before joining without disrupting the tournament.
On that morning, accompanied by a dull horn sound signaling the start of the competition, countless demons gathered in the Dragon Emperor Mountain Range. Even among eligible young participants alone, there were nearly ten thousand individuals. If counting numbers alone among the Four Great Holy Kings, aside from the demon race, there were more demons than any other group.
Fortunately, in the vast Dragon Emperor Mountain Range, barriers were set up outside so that outsiders could not see what was happening inside; no matter how much commotion occurred within, it didn't matter. Due to racial differences, battlefields were divided into water battles, aerial battles, and plains battles. The combat arenas were constructed using existing resources; after all, they are demons—doing engineering work is much faster than human machinery.
The first round was an elimination match with rules as follows: based on their characteristics, participants could choose suitable Arenas. Others could challenge them for 1V1 personal battles; if they won, they would become champions and continue challenging others in subsequent rounds. Anyone who successfully defended their title for more than five rounds would advance to the next stage of competition.
Although simple in concept, this first round alone would likely eliminate eighty percent of participants; what remained would be elite members of the younger generation.
Ye Mingshang did not seek any privileges and participated in the Arena Tournament just like everyone else. The first round of the competition took place in a relatively simple setting, consisting of a large open space surrounded by a square arena made of stones, each side measuring 100 meters. Falling out of the arena counted as a loss. This setup favored flying races, while water races found themselves at a disadvantage. However, since the Arena Tournament allowed for self-selection, water races could challenge other water races' arenas. Of course, if other races wanted to fight you, you couldn't stop them.
Ye Mingshang did not rush into battle but chose to observe first. The demon race was generally combative; as soon as the competition began, all 100 arenas were quickly occupied, with some having multiple participants at once. In such cases, the two who first entered an arena would fight, while the rest would not count.
Ling Er did not participate in the competition and could only watch from a distance. At this moment, she transformed into her true form and carried Bai Xiangxue high in the sky to observe the scene below. As for Underworld River, he also transformed into a humanoid form to oversee the competition. After all, this was a significant event for the demon race, and as their king, he had to be present. Moreover, his son was among the participants, and although he did not voice it, he was still quite concerned.
The Eight Great Vajras had gathered over these few days; those who were out had been called back. One by one, they transformed into humanoid forms and stood on either side.
"Yin Hu, I heard your kid is quite strong and has inherited your true teachings. I wonder if he can bring home a championship this time," joked a robust man with golden hair who resembled Yin Hu.
Yin Hu glanced at him lightly and replied, "Cloud Lion, don't tease me. I know my own child well. His strength is decent, but his ambition is still lacking. Winning the championship is impossible; after all, there's that kid Ming Shang too. However, making it into the top eight shouldn't be a problem."
Beside them, Bai He smiled and said, "Brother Yin Hu is too modest. You are the strongest among us eight; Little Tiger can't be far behind. If he plays well, he will definitely be among the top three."
The competition was indeed intense; although it had just begun, it was already captivating since fights among fairies were not something one could see every day. Unlike human competitions with numerous rules, for them, as long as they could win—even biting was acceptable—it was all about real skill. Unless one side conceded defeat, the match would only end when an opponent fell out of the arena or lost their fighting ability. Because of this, matches between evenly matched opponents who excelled in defense often saw several rounds pass without resolution as they continued to entangle each other.
While the matches took place above, there was much noise below as many people cheered for their favored opponents. Among them were some well-known figures; for instance, Little Tiger and his fellow Eight Great Vajras were admired by many beyond just their descendants or kin. Bai He's junior from his clan was particularly popular and received cheers from many female demons watching from below.
Some even set up betting pools and started gambling on matches. Of course, these bets were only made when the strength difference wasn't too great—like between Little Tiger and his opponent—where a single move could end things instantly; betting on such outcomes would naturally lead to losses even if it was 100 to 1 odds against Little Tiger.
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