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Early in the morning, the training ground of Aojia was already crowded. Among them, most were disciples of Aojia, but there were also some martial artists from other factions.
Ning City is a medium-sized city within Fengyun Nation. Among the families in Ning City, three are the most powerful.
These three families are Aojia, Zheng Family, and Ning Family.
The Aotian Family Test Tournament is held annually for martial artists of Aojia who are at or below the eighth level of innate cultivation. During the tournament, the other two giants in Ning City, Zheng Family and Ning Family, usually attend as well.
Of course, they are not there to participate in the Test Match; instead, they come to gather intelligence, to see if any new talents have emerged from Aojia or if any have fallen. This information is crucial for future competition among the three factions.
In addition to these three factions, other martial artists from Ning City also come to admire the talents of the great family’s disciples.
In short, the Aotian Family Test Tournament is quite a lively event in Ning City.
When Aotian arrived at the Aojia training ground, many martial artists were already gathered around, engaged in animated discussions:
"Did you hear? The Skeleton Adventure Team hunted an Ironclad Leopard in the Mysterious Spirit Mountain Range." A lean man boasted to those beside him, making it sound as if he had personally hunted the Ironclad Leopard.
"Pfft, what’s so impressive about that? My aunt's husband’s cousin has already broken through to the Three Spirits Realm; hunting that Ironclad Leopard is a piece of cake." A chubby man scoffed arrogantly.
"Really? Is it true…"
After glancing around, Aotian found a quieter corner and waited patiently for the Test Match to begin.
"Aotian!"
A clear voice like a lark rang out.
Aotian turned toward the sound and saw a beautiful girl walking gracefully through the crowd toward him.
When those around her caught sight of her, their eyes flashed with admiration.
The young girl had long hair cascading down like a waterfall, her dark eyes exuding an unusual allure. She wore a yellow dress that revealed her fair and rounded arms. From a distance, she looked like a fairy descending from the heavens, radiating an elegant and ethereal aura at all times.
Seeing this girl, Aotian quickly called out:
"Sister Yan!"
The one who arrived was Aoyan.
Aoyan smiled sweetly, causing the surrounding warriors to momentarily lose their focus.
"Aotian, have you broken through to the fifth level of the acquired realm?"
Aotian looked at Aoyan's hopeful eyes, feeling a warmth in his heart, and then gently nodded.
Although Aoyan bore the surname Ao, her blood did not flow from the Aojia family. She had been found by Aotian in front of an ancient temple over a decade ago. Seeing her pitiful state, Aotian took her in as an adopted daughter and raised her by his side. Though Aoyan and Aotian were not biological siblings, their bond surpassed that of real siblings. During Aotian's three years of "wasted time," it was thanks to Aoyan's unwavering companionship that he endured.
"It seems your monstrous talent has returned?" Aoyan's gaze was filled with joy and surprise as she looked up and down at Aotian.
Aotian smiled wryly and said, "Even if my talent has returned, I probably still can't compare to Sister Yan."
Aoyan extended her jade-like hand and lightly brushed the ink-black hair floating on her forehead, giggling, "Hehe, that’s not necessarily true. Even I can't match your talent, little guy!"
What Aoyan said was indeed true. Three years ago, Aotian's talent was considered monstrous, while Aoyan's cultivation talent was also impressive but had always been overshadowed by Aotian. It wasn't until Aotian's Mystical Energy was wasted that Aoyan truly became the top among the younger generation of the Aojia family.
Just as the two were conversing, the surrounding warriors suddenly erupted in chaos. Countless hearts raced with jealousy, and murderous gazes instantly focused on Aotian. If looks could kill, Aotian would have been left in tatters by now...
"Damn, who is this kid? How can he have such a beautiful girl?"
"Exactly! If it weren't for the Aotian Family Test Tournament today, I'd go over and take him down right now!"
"Ah, what a beautiful cabbage being pushed around by a pig!"
Standing beside Aotian, cold sweat was already dripping from his forehead as he sighed inwardly about the beauty being a source of disaster.
In the crowd, two people stood side by side, their eyes filled with malice as they looked at Aotian.
“Aofeng, it seems you will have to 'miss' your shot when the Test Match begins later.”
“Don’t worry, Second Brother. Aoyan is going to be your future daughter-in-law; how could this waste of space even think of touching her!” A hint of ruthlessness flickered in Aofeng's eyes.
Next to Aofeng stood a young man who resembled him quite a bit, likely in his twenties.
However, at this moment, the young man's eyes were filled with jealousy, and his gaze seemed to wish for nothing less than to tear Aotian into pieces.
This young man was none other than Ao Yu, Aofeng's biological second brother.
Just then, several figures swept in from a certain direction and then stood on the viewing platform above the training ground.
From a distance, Aotian couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly. He saw four middle-aged men appearing on the platform.
The one in the center was Aotian's father, the head of the Aojia family; standing to his left was a man who bore some resemblance to him but whose eyes were filled with indifference—this was Aotian's second brother, and also the father of Aofeng and Ao Yu, Ao Gong; to Aotian's right stood a burly middle-aged man dressed in black robes, while another man wore silver armor.
The four men stood on the platform as if even the surrounding air had slightly solidified.
“The man in the black robe is Zheng Family Head Zheng Kun, and next to him is the armored head of the Ning Family, Ning Wen,” Aoyan whispered softly into Aotian's ear.
Aotian nodded and asked, “Have all four of them reached the Three Spirits Realm?”
Aoyan rolled her eyes at Aotian and said, “Do you think reaching the Three Spirits Realm is that easy? They are all at the Innate Nine Levels, still some distance away from the Three Spirits Realm.”
As Aoyan introduced the four men on the platform to Aotian, he took a step forward. The sound enveloped by Mystical Energy spread across the entire training ground like rolling waves:
"Everyone, the annual Aotian Family Test Tournament has begun. Without further ado, let's move on to the first segment, the cultivation test!"
As soon as the words fell, an Aojia Elder approached the center of the Training Platform holding a stone tablet the size of a person.
The martial artists present turned pale upon hearing Aotian's words. They realized that the Mystical Energy within them was uncontrollably swirling in response to the sound waves generated by Aotian.
This single display was enough to awe the entire audience; the reputation of the Aojia family head was well-deserved!
Aotian's expression grew serious. After a long moment, he slowly exhaled:
"Impressive!"
Earlier, Aotian had sensed that the Transformation Technique in his Dantian seemed to be on the verge of breaking free from it, but after a Dragon's Roar, it fell silent again. It was unclear whether he was praising his father or the Transformation Technique itself...
"Now I declare that the Aotian Family Test Tournament officially begins!"
Immediately, thunderous applause erupted in the Duel Arena...
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