Bai i, disregarding formalities and social conventions, waved his hand for everyone to rise, then instructed Family Head Chen Daqian, "The ti has co. Let us begin!"
Having said that, he brazenly sat down on the jade chair at the center.
Seeing this, Chen Daqian gestured to a short and stout elder behind him.
The short and stout elder nodded, stepped to the edge of the platform, and faced the thousands of Guang Generation clan mbers, announcing loudly:
"The triennial family competition is about to officially begin. Now, on behalf of the Clan Elder Council, I will announce the rules for this competition."
Although the short and stout elder did not speak very loudly, his voice echoed throughout the tree canopy, ensuring every clan mber could hear clearly.
At that mont, everyone imdiately quieted down, focusing their full attention on listening.
After taking another glance around, the short and stout elder continued to announce:
"The rules for this competition are roughly the sa as before: all Qi Refining Late Stage clan mbers under the age of sixty can participate. The competition is an elimination style event, divided into ten arenas. Each participant will draw a lot to determine their opponent, and the battles will be one-on-one. The victor will advance to the next round, thus determining the top thirty."
The top thirty will continue with the elimination system, drawing lots again to determine the top ten. The top ten will then engage in round-robin battles to rank their positions.
Additionally, those who enter the top one hundred in the competition can receive certain Spirit Stones and rit Points as rewards. Those who enter the top ten will receive a Foundation Establishnt Pill, the top three will receive a top-grade Foundation Establishnt Pill and a Top-grade Spiritual Artifact, those ranked fourth to seventh will receive a mid-grade Foundation Establishnt Pill and a Mid-grade Spirit Artifact, while the last three will only receive a low-grade Foundation Establishnt Pill and Low Grade Spirit Artifact.
Therefore, we hope all participants will give it their all. Moreover, during the competition, only victory and defeat are considered, not life and death. If anyone intentionally seriously injures or even kills fellow clan mbers during the competition, they will be severely punished. The lightest penalty is imprisonnt in Bitter Prison; the most severe is having one’s Core Energy Sea destroyed and being expelled from the family records."
After saying this lengthy explanation in one breath, the short and stout elder retreated back into the crowd.
At this mont, ten mbers of the Chen Family’s Guang Generation flew onto the ten arenas separately, serving as judges and also preventing unexpected incidents.
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"Brother Cheng, I heard that recently you’ve taken in a godson with extraordinary talent. Moreover, the ancestors seem to value this child greatly and intend to bind his heart with three wives and four concubines. However, this child has just co into fortune, so he might be sowhat impetuous due to his youth." On the jade platform, the red-bearded elder remarked to Chen Dacheng with deep aning.
This person hailed from one of the ten branch families, the Northern Chen Family, whose family Divine Tree had lived for over seven thousand six hundred years and was about to face its first withering tribulation.
"Brother Shen, we all were once young. If the young aren’t bold and spirited, then they aren’t truly young! I have also heard that a descendant from your family is exceptionally gifted and masters the art of talismans. Additionally, your grandnephew Chen Mingdeng is as tough as steel, and has few equals among his peers. With these two, the Northern Chen Family is sure to shine brightly in this competition." Chen Dacheng laughed upon hearing this and replied unhurriedly.
The other branch leaders present mostly just smiled but said nothing upon hearing this remark.
The beautiful woman pursed her lips and smiled knowingly.
The various branches of the Cunning Leopard Chen Family placed great importance on every family competition.
On a small scale, it related to each family’s honor; the branch that excelled in the competition would have advantages in resource allocation over the next three years.
On a larger scale, the competition results would indirectly affect each family’s Qi Fortune, since the number of Foundation Establishnt Pills produced each year was limited and always in short supply.
If a branch repeatedly failed to make it into the top ten, it ant producing one or two fewer Foundation Establishnt Cultivators compared to other branches,
and over ti, their strength would lag behind the other branches, eventually falling to the bottom in strength rankings, thus suffering greatly in the annual resource allocation.
Not to ntion, the top three in the competition would win a top-grade Foundation Establishnt Pill, the significance of which needs no further explanation.
An hour later, the drawing ceremony concluded,
and the results were announced on a jade stele over ten zhang high.
At this mont, a dense array of nas appeared on the jade stele...
Zhao Sheng toyed with a thumb-sized jade token, a green light flashed across its surface, followed by the appearance of a line of text: Seventh Arena, Number Seventy-six... Chen Mingxi... .
"The Seventh Arena, huh? Brother Xi, let’s hurry there!"
Chen Ying’er, sharp-eyed, imdiately noticed the text on the jade token, eagerly clutching Zhao Sheng’s arm and shaking it to urge him.
Chen Qi and Chen Shuang, along with four other won, saw this and secretly spat in disdain, but quickly gathered around as well.
Just then, Chen Mingyan squeezed through the crowd with a few people, quickly approaching Zhao Sheng, and asked with a smile, "Brother Mingxi, which arena are you in? I hope we’re not in the sa one."
"Oh, it’s Brother Yan. I’m in the Seventh Arena. What about you?" Zhao Sheng nodded and replied, then casually asked.
"Ah, I’m in Section Three Arena of the Upper Zone. Fortunately, we’re in different zones, so as long as we don’t reach the top ten competition, we won’t face each other. By the way, did you place a bet?"
Chen Mingyan’s last question was vague, and Zhao Sheng didn’t imdiately respond.
At this point, Chen Ying suddenly spoke up joyfully, "I...I bet thirty Mid-grade Spirit Stones on Brother Xi. That’s the pocket money I’ve saved for over ten years."
"I also placed two hundred Spirit Stones on him. Brother Xi’s odds are one to eighty-three. Anyone who doesn’t bet on Brother Xi’s victory is a fool!" Chen Shuang added, unwilling to be outdone.
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