Chapter 84

Lu Shaoyou surveyed the surroundings and found that under the four suspended lists, there were about a hundred large chairs lined up. Below them were 108 chairs, which he presumed were for the clan elders, and possibly the clan leader. As for the ones below, it was self-evident that they were for the Holy Sons.

Lu Shaoyou waited for about half an hour, during which the disciples gradually took their seats, and the bell in the air suddenly stopped ringing.

"Boom—"

Suddenly, 108 surging auras erupted from the surroundings of the Great Desolate Square. Each column of energy was like a pillar of spirit smoke, piercing the nine heavens. These 108 auras seemed to have agreed to release together, stirring the clouds in the sky. The 108 auras grew closer, and 108 men and women, dressed in splendid attire and exuding extraordinary auras, stepped forward from all directions. Each of them was surrounded by a dense cloud, and their presence immediately silenced the disciples. The vast square became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. Then, everyone erupted into wild cheers, and the demon cultivators screamed as if they were mad, their faces flushed red as they looked at the 108 men and women, making the entire square seem like a boiling pot of oil.

The 108 men and women were either overwhelmingly domineering, ethereal and elusive, alluring, transcendent, or sharp. The men were all outstanding, valiant, and robust, walking slowly from afar like towering spears, each exuding an overwhelming aura. The women were either calm, veiled, smiling, or icy cold. They formed a line and walked step by step toward the 108 seats, then sat down as if nothing had happened. The scene was grand, and even Lu Shaoyou was taken aback, his face showing admiration.

"Boom—"

The Seven Spirit Dust Bell rang again, its reverberations lingering. Then, a thousand rays of auspicious light and ten thousand rays of rosy clouds filled the sky, enveloping the entire Great Desolate Square in a peaceful atmosphere.

"Ke—" The sound of crane calls echoed, and the peak masters and elders arrived riding cranes. Their sleeves fluttered, and their robes rustled in the wind, giving them an almost immortal appearance, far from the image of demon cultivators!

The elders slowly took their seats, and one of them stood up. His face was ancient, and his imposing aura instantly silenced the entire Great Desolate Square. He nodded, clearly satisfied, and scanned the crowd, saying, "It has been ten years since the last assembly, and a new round of the Outer Sect Competition is about to begin. In these ten years, many new talents have emerged. I hope you can showcase your abilities in this competition, so that we, the old ones, can see the future of our Flame Crow Clan! Let the other demon clans see the glory of our Flame Crow Clan as one of the twelve major demon clans! I hope you will give it your all and not hold back. Such pretense is a sign of cowardice! If you have the strength, show it! I believe you can do it, right?"

"Yes!—" The disciples, including those around Lu Shaoyou, were stirred and roared in response. The sound was like a mountain collapsing and a sea surging, echoing through the clouds. Lu Shaoyou muttered to himself, realizing that the elder had infused a trace of Heavenly Demon Sound into his voice, stirring the disciples' blood. Indeed, he was not simple.

"Then, as per the old rules, before the competition, we must perform a ritual to honor the heavens! Please welcome the Great Elder, also the Great Elder of the Azure Dragon Peak, Elder Luokonglou, to preside over the ritual! Everyone, welcome him!"

The audience immediately burst into enthusiastic applause.

Lu Shaoyou's eyes widened. Luokonglou? Isn't that his master?!

Sure enough, Luokonglou walked forward, dressed in a dark golden robe with an embroidered crow spreading its wings, its body engulfed in flames, looking mighty. He cleared his throat, looked around, and said, "Lift the tripod!" His voice was not loud, but everyone heard it clearly, and their respect for the Great Elder grew.

As soon as the Great Elder spoke, a huge bronze tripod was carried to the front of the arena by four demon cultivators. The Great Elder landed in front of the tripod, cast several spells, and the tripod immediately glowed with a divine light, emitting an ancient and vast aura.

The moment the divine light shot out, Lu Shaoyou was startled. He clearly felt the mysterious stone tablet inside him tremble violently, as if it were extremely angry and jealous. Even Lu Shaoyou did not know why.

"First, bow to the Holy Mother!"

As Luokonglou's voice fell, the disciples all knelt down. Lu Shaoyou also tried to kneel, but he discovered a tragic fact: he couldn't move!

He couldn't kneel at all!

Lu Shaoyou clearly felt the anger from the mysterious stone tablet intensify, as if it were unwilling. Fortunately, everyone was kneeling, so no one noticed him. Otherwise, he would have been in trouble.

"Second, bow to the former emperor!" Luokonglou's voice fell again.

"Thud—" Lu Shaoyou, who had been standing, suddenly knelt down, leaving him feeling extremely frustrated.

What was wrong with this mysterious stone tablet?

"Third, sacrifice to heaven and earth!"

Everyone bowed respectfully to the tripod, even the elders.

"The ceremony is complete!—" Luokonglou announced loudly, "Now I declare that the Outer Sect Competition of our Flame Crow Clan officially begins!"

"Roar—" The disciples all shouted, eagerly awaiting this moment to stand out. Even Lu Shaoyou couldn't help but shout, while the 108 Holy Sons remained indifferent.

As the competition officially began, several elders entered the arena to maintain the protective barrier. There were many competition platforms in the arena, and dozens of attendants entered, holding lists to call out names.

"Now, the Copper List competition will begin! Please prepare, disciples."

"Windhua, Ma Fei, Platform 2!"

"Wu Zongli, Ye Ming, Platform 18!"

"Ping Feng, Hao Longcheng, Platform 31!"

...

Lu Shaoyou sat in his seat, unmoving. He didn't really want to watch the ordinary disciples' matches, but since he had nothing else to do, he decided to treat it as a form of entertainment. He casually scanned the 49 platforms, shaking his head. The disciples' techniques were too simple and outdated. Some techniques were indeed more refined, but they lacked the killing intent and courage needed to fight on the battlefield.

Lu Shaoyou slowly closed his eyes, intending to take a short rest, but suddenly he felt a sense of being watched.

"Swish—" Lu Shaoyou suddenly looked up, frowning as he scanned the surroundings. Had he sensed it wrong? No, that was impossible! His eyes lingered on the 108 Holy Sons and the elders' seats. Who could it be? Could it be the Heavenly Pool Holy Son? No, he felt two gazes, one of which was familiar, as if he had seen it before. Lu Shaoyou frowned, wondering if it was his master. He discreetly glanced at Luokonglou, who was meditating with his eyes closed. After a long time, Lu Shaoyou still couldn't figure out who it was and shook his head, continuing to watch the matches.

On the Holy Sons' seats, Luofan Chen suddenly turned to a veiled girl beside her and said with a smile, "Qingyi, it seems you and Qingyin have been discovered."

The veiled girl softly replied, "I didn't expect his alertness to be so strong. He discovered us just by a brief probe. He indeed has some skills, but to be worthy of our Qingyin, this is not enough." She reached out and gently touched the shy girl in her arms, making her even more bashful, squirming and playing with her.

Luofan Chen smiled and turned to the other two young men, saying, "Xingchen, Tiansong, what do you think?"

Lu Tiange had a handsome and refined appearance, exuding a transcendent aura, while Lu Xingchen was calm and gentle, with a warm smile and eyes like the vast universe, constantly evolving the illusions of life and death.

"Ha ha, Brother Fan Chen, you've always praised this junior brother. Why are you asking us now?" Lu Tiange, radiating a regal aura, said warmly to Luofan Chen.

"Yes, Brother Fan Chen," Lu Xingchen also smiled playfully, "If you must ask, didn't Qingyi already answer you?"

Luofan Chen rolled his eyes and huffed, "That's not an impression, it's clearly..."

"Hmm?" Lu Qingyi lightly hummed, her beautiful eyes like autumn water glancing at Luofan Chen, who immediately stopped talking, looking ridiculous. Lu Qingyin laughed in Lu Qingyi's arms, making Luofan Chen feel helpless.

Lu Shaoyou was unaware that at this moment, he had already been evaluated by the four strongest Holy Sons, and he continued to watch the matches with great interest.

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