My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 186: Preliminaries of the Great Contest Underway

Chapter 186: Chapter 186: Preliminaries of the Great Contest Underway

"Damn, I told you Liu Qi would make the cut!"

"Damn it, you thought that idiot Qu Gaot could be shortlisted, why can’t I support Senior Brother Liu."

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Noises erupted as a group of people crowded around the two. In the crowd, four or five youths in their twenties were scrapping.

The good thing was they restrained themselves. Even though their mana was fluctuating, no one unleashed a spell. They only strengthened their bodies and fought like common martial artists, engaged in a bare-knuckled brawl.

While they fought, they were all swearing at each other as well.

"It seems like there have been a lot of fights these past few days?" Wang Zijia remarked as he looked at the scene, having encountered such instances four times already in recent days.

An Xingsheng heard him and said, shaking his head with a smile, "Senior brother, what you’ve seen is only a fraction of it. Not just four times, the entire Fu Tower has been fighting almost every day lately. It’s mainly because the decennial selection tournament is coming to an end and we’re about to enter the official promotion tournament, so everyone is somewhat excited."

Wang Zijia understood immediately after hearing this. For the outer sect disciples of the Wanyu Sect, the decennial Outer Sect tournament and the centennial Entire Sect debate were even more spectacular than the World Cup from his previous life.

Especially the decennial tournament, it was a grand event for many lower-level disciples.

Apart from the fame and change of circumstances that came with surviving the tough competition, there were people who also opened betting pools and all kinds of speculation.

Therefore, it was not strange that conflicts arose due to fame, advantages, and money.

In the previous world, fans of two teams could start a fight over a soccer match, with gamblers even causing mass brawls. Comparatively, this world was no exception.

"Move aside, move, you little rascals! Are you not done fighting for the day!" At this time, a Law Enforcement Team hurried over and started beating and kicking the squabbling disciples.

The disciples who had been fiercely fighting and arguing just moments ago immediately covered their heads and begged for mercy.

"It’s good to be young!" Wang Zijia exclaimed. He shook his head and decided not to bother with them anymore, heading for the Great Hall where he gave his lectures.

An Xingsheng heard him say this, and subconsciously looked at Wang Zijia.

Although his young face was angular and his features were firm, making him look very masculine, his youthfulness was evident.

Seeing Wang Zijia’s handsome face displaying the expression of an old-timer, An Xingsheng’s lips twitched several times, but luckily, his professional training helped him conceal any reactions.

"Senior brother, as a sect’s Dao Seed, wouldn’t you want to try signing up for the competition?" An Xingsheng asked Wang Zijia. "I heard that Dao Seeds get to go straight to the final round, and you get a reward just for signing up. Among the nearly three hundred Dao Seeds in the sect, at least half have participated."

"Forget it. Let the youngsters squabble over these childish games!" Wang Zijia sensed his Dao foundation, which was only ten days away from completion, and shook his head, saying, "I’m too old for this!"

An Xingsheng: "······"

An Xingsheng’s lips twitched for a moment, and he immediately changed the subject, saying, "I wonder what the reward will be for the champion of this year’s tournament."

"Who knows? It’s probably the usual three: magic tools, secret arts, and spiritual objects." Wang Zijia replied.

"Not necessarily, I heard that one of the elders from the Elder Council might be giving special instructions, maybe they want to give a large reward to the champion?" An Xingsheng gossiped.

"Those kinds of rumors are mostly false." Wang Zijia replied casually.

"No, senior brother, do you know the first Dao Seed of the Sect?" An Xingsheng, unexpectedly excited, asked Wang Zijia.

"Leng Wenrui?" Wang Zijia attempted an answer in a questioning tone.

"No, no, no, everyone thinks he lacks talent, and he’s already 27, which is relatively old." An Xingsheng shook his head, looked at Wang Zijia, and said with an unusual gleam in his eyes, "It’s Yue Lai. Like you, he’s also under the age of majority. He’s only eighteen and is already preparing to break through to become a Sacrificial Wine."

"Yue Lai? The direct descendant of the current generation of the Yue Family? I remember he’s not very famous." Wang Zijia furrowed his brows. During these past few days, he had been supplementing his knowledge of the Dao Seeds of the sect, so he knew a little about it.

"Yes, it’s him. He suddenly rose to fame these past few days, boldly announcing his intention to win. It is said that the Yue elder of the Inner Sect has pulled a lot of strings on purpose to increase the reward for this year’s competition!" An Xingsheng exclaimed excitedly, with a gleam in his eyes.

Well, he didn’t realize before, but this guy indeed loved gossip. He had even thought An Xingsheng was quite steady.

"The reward will probably be announced before the promotion tournament. It should happen in the next few days. You’ll see then whether it’s true or not!" Wang Zijia shook his head, not particularly interested, and spoke casually.

As the two of them were talking, they had already entered the Lecture Hall, and Wang Zijia started his usual lecture.

The morning passed quietly so.

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"Knock, knock!"

In the afternoon, Wang Zijia, who was making talismans, had the door to his room knocked.

While Wang Zijia’s hands remained busy, each stroke of his brush danced like a dragon and a snake, forming numerous radiant runes that stacked and overlapped atop one another. Eventually, they assembled into a beautiful second-grade talisman.

"Come in!" Wang Zijia finished creating an enhanced Magma Fireball Charm on hand, and beckoned.

An Xingsheng entered with a young and an old person.

The usually reticent An Xingsheng appeared a bit stiff in his expression right now, seeming quite unnatural. This caught Wang Zijia’s eye.

Before Wang Zijia could ask, An Xingsheng introduced them, "Senior Brother Wang, this is Martial Uncle Sha Heng, the longstanding gold medal second-grade instructor of our Fu Tower."

Wang Zijia looked at the older man. He seemed to be about fifty years old, an amiable smile on his face that made him quite approachable. Standing next to him was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen, who appeared gentle and quiet.

Sha Heng, one of the key figures of the present generation of the Sha family. He was a late-stage Sacrificial Wine cultivator and had served as a gold medal instructor of the second grade in the Fu Tower for nearly a hundred years, having extensive connections.

The Bai family, the Shan family, and the Sha family are the core clans of the Qifu faction. As the descendants of the former faction leader, the Sha family is very well established.

Even though the current faction leader was from the Bai family, not the Sha family, it didn’t affect much as the two families had intermarried for countless generations. As a gold medal instructor of the Fu Tower, Sha Heng’s status was clear.

The basic information about the other party ran through his mind, and Wang Zijia quickly got up to greet him. With a warm and respectful expression on his face, he said, "Martial Uncle Sha, if you needed me, you should have just summoned me. How could I trouble you to come all the way here! If this were to get out, people might think that I’ve become arrogant now that I’ve joined the tower!"