Next.
Yan Fan, with a hint of showing off, indeed took Li Shuang to visit the various sect strongholds.
Aside from the Six Upper Sects, the remaining four sects were the Tyrant Blade Sect, Flowing Moon Sect, Heavenly Firmament Sect, and Hua Ying Sect.
Yan Fan took Li Shuang to all the sects except for the Tyrant Blade Sect and Flowing Moon Sect.
Li Shuang's heart grew colder and colder.
This time, she hadn't even met all the elders of the various sects.
But among those she did meet, several made Lihua cover her nose in disgust.
After a general tour, the day was almost over.
Yan Fan raised an eyebrow: "The people from the various sects still give me some face. Do you want to go see the remaining Tyrant Blade Sect and Flowing Moon Sect?"
Li Shuang shook her head: "No need."
These two sects, she suspected, were fundamentally problematic.
"As you wish," Yan Fan smiled, "If you have anything else you need help with next time, just let me know."
"Thank you," Li Shuang expressed her gratitude.
"No need for such formality," Yan Fan nodded primly, but inwardly he was secretly delighted.
Showing off in front of ordinary people no longer satisfied him.
Only by showing off in front of a genius like Li Shuang could he feel truly pleased.
Yan Fan left with a smug look on his face.
Li Shuang, on the other hand, compiled a list and handed it over to the respected grand elders with some concern.
"These people... are all problematic...?" Grand Ancestor Canshang was dumbfounded.
"Highly likely," Li Shuang stated cautiously.
If only the Grand Forgetfulness Technique had a reaction, then perhaps those people simply disliked her and bore personal ill will towards her.
But if.
Considering Lihua's reaction as well, then it was almost certain.
Most of the people on the list were likely problematic.
Those not on the list, however, might not be problem-free.
For a moment, everyone fell silent.
The situation was more complex than they had imagined.
If these people were allowed to lie dormant for another ten or eight years, the entire Six Upper Sects would probably be infiltrated like a sieve.
Rather than that.
It was better to expose everything in advance!
"Xiao Shuang, when you reveal Ye Zhaozhao's true form, these hidden individuals should also make a move. If a calamity is destined to befall the South Lam Continent, then the sooner it ignites, the better," Grand Ancestor Canshang said gravely.
Only by letting others know early that creatures like demon seeds exist.
Can the cultivation world truly unite to deal with this disaster.
Otherwise.
If those demon seeds are fully prepared and then launch a sudden assault, it would be an absolute catastrophe!
"Yes," Li Shuang responded solemnly.
Her heart was filled with dread.
All the sects were preparing for the Sect Grand Competition.
But she knew.
Once she ignited this hidden calamity, those demon seeds would surely launch their plans ahead of schedule.
The South Lam Continent would be plunged into a long period of conflict!
But she had no choice but to instigate this battle.
If they instigated it early, they would still have a glimmer of hope.
If they waited for the demon seeds to instigate it, then the South Lam Continent would truly have only one path: destruction.
Tomorrow!
It was the Sect Grand Competition!
When Ye Zhaozhao stepped onto the arena, that would be the time for premature ignition.
This night.
Many people were sleepless.
Some were nervous about the upcoming Grand Competition.
Some were planning a new conspiracy.
Li Shuang held a thunder marrow in her hand, her expression solemn. If it came to the worst, the thunder marrow was the only lifeline for the South Lam Continent.
Three thunder marrows.
She wasn't even sure if they would be enough.
She had to make every thunder marrow count.
As the sun rose and a new day dawned.
In the Cyan Origin Sect, it was bustling early in the morning.
The first to begin was the arena competition for disciples under a hundred years old.
A hundred years old.
Whether in the South Lam Continent or the Central Continent, it seemed to be a special number.
The achievements one could reach before the age of a hundred often determined one's ultimate achievements.
In the arena competition of the Ten Sect Grand Competition, each participating sect sent twenty contestants.
The sects would arrange their own formations and engage in one-on-one battles.
The sect whose disciples remained standing at the end would win.
If a sect produced an unrivaled genius who could fight from the first to the last, taking on twenty opponents alone, it was not impossible.
In the largest plaza of the Cyan Origin Sect.
The six sect masters stood on the high platform.
As the host, Cyan Origin Sect Master Yun Qingyu delivered a speech with a beaming smile.
The speech was a bit long, and everyone was spaced out.
Li Shuang turned and glanced in the direction of the Tyrant Blade Sect.
Even at this point, she still hadn't seen any sign of Ye Zhaozhao.
Ye Zhaozhao was clearly on the list of twenty!
The three newly accepted disciples of Yan Zhong, however, were already present.
Just by looking, there didn't seem to be anything amiss for the moment.
Li Shuang withdrew her gaze for now.
No rush.
That Ye Zhaozhao would have to show up eventually!
"Now, let's begin the first round of drawing lots." Yun Qingyu finished her speech and finally got to the point, saying with a smile, "Ten sects, ten red lots. Each red lot has a number. The sect that draws number 1 will battle the sect that draws number 10. The sect that draws number 2 will battle the sect that draws number 9. And so on, until the sect that draws number 5 battles the sect that draws number 6."
"The first round of battles will be a round-robin tournament for disciples under a hundred years old. Each sect can send one disciple forward to draw lots."
The Cyan Origin Sect's deacon held the lottery box and stood at the front.
Jiang Rongyi subconsciously looked back at Li Shuang.
Li Shuang was a little bewildered: "Senior Brother, why are you looking at me? You should go draw lots."
Jiang Rongyi scratched his head, just about to say something.
Luo Mingyue was already urging him on: "Don't just stand there, go draw! It's best to draw the Cyan Origin Sect first! I'm eager to see Xiao Shuang beat Yan Fan. If not, drawing the Tyrant Blade Sect is fine too. If that doesn't work, then draw the Flowing Moon Sect! If you can't draw any of the three, then don't come back, Senior Brother."
Jiang Rongyi was a little helpless: "I'll try my best."
All ten sects sent their chief disciples forward.
Soon.
Under the guidance of the Cyan Origin Sect's deacon, everyone confirmed the lot in their hands.
The final drawing results were:
Cyan Origin Sect vs. Thousand Machine Sect.
Bright Light Sect vs. Hua Ying Sect.
Returning One Sect vs. Tyrant Blade Sect.
Absolute Intent Sect vs. Flowing Moon Sect.
Sword Sect vs. Heavenly Firmament Sect.
Winning sects accumulate 2 points, losing sects accumulate 0 points.
After all ten sects have fought in a round-robin, they will be ranked according to their total points.
Of course.
The battles among disciples under a hundred years old were just appetizers.
The real show was still the battles of the Integration Stage, Void Refinement Stage, and even the Tribulation Transcending Stage!
After the drawing of lots.
When Jiang Rongyi returned, he was met with gazes of grief and resentment.
Jiang Rongyi's scalp tingled a little: "This is a round-robin system; we'll eventually face those three sects."
So, stop looking at him with those eyes!