After Meng Jingzhou announced the rules of the tournament, a deathly silence fell over Luotian Forest. The crowd resembled a pack of wolves in the night, their gleaming green eyes fixed upon Lu Yang, who was bound to the chair.

Under their gazes, Lu Yang’s scalp tingled. Seeing a flurry of invitations pile up on a table in the Meng Estate was one thing; having those invitations replaced by a dense crowd of real people standing before him was entirely another matter.

Shifu, just how many people did you provoke in the imperial city? You’re at the Transcendent Tribulation Stage now. Why are you not rushing over to deal with these enemies?

In this perilous cultivation world, decisiveness and ruthlessness were necessary for self-preservation.

Meng Jingyu sat among the treetops. On her left was a plate of fruits transported from the East Sea and pastries from Heavenly Fragrance Restaurant. On her right was juice extracted from fruits shipped from...