"Damn, this has infuriated me!"
Ziyan was so angry when she saw Qin Feng watching the girls dance that her face puffed up like a meat bun.
And the rabbit, Xiaobai, after receiving two carrots from Qin Feng, happily joined the girls in their dance, holding the carrots, wagging its short tail, and shaking its ears. It truly was a case of like owner, like pet.
"Is this kid falling for Qin Feng!?"
The Moon Goddess appeared beside her, looking at Ziyan with some concern.
In the past, when Qin Feng was still young, she didn't pay much attention, thinking Ziyan just liked this little brother. But now, it seemed she really liked this little brother.
She had never doubted Qin Feng's talent and firmly believed he could bring supreme glory to the Moon Goddess Temple. However, she couldn't agree with his character.
A person who would dig out his own brother's supreme bone for power couldn't be a good match.
In the palace of the Six Paths Emperor of the Yin Moon Empire.
Princess Nanfeng specially came to meet the Six Paths Emperor, wanting to participate in the Yin Moon Empire's life-and-death elimination tournament.
Originally, after witnessing Qin Feng's terrifying power, she didn't plan to participate in such a life-threatening competition.
But then she thought, if she led the charge with the slogan of washing away the humiliation of Daxia, the other young elites from noble families would surely join her in the competition.
If a few died, it would meet the quota, and if she won, it would wash away the humiliation and strengthen her position in her father's heart and among the officials, laying the groundwork for her future ascension to the throne.
She would benefit no matter the outcome, so why not?
"The Daxia envoy wants to participate in the life-and-death elimination tournament!?"
The Six Paths Emperor wasn't surprised when he heard the news.
The Daxia Empire sent the emperor's disciples as envoys to showcase their strength, a way of flexing their muscles. Participating in the life-and-death elimination tournament was the most direct way to do so.
The Six Paths Emperor didn't hesitate and immediately agreed to let them participate.
As the leader of the Yin Moon Empire, he had absolute confidence in his own young elites and was not afraid of any challenge. It was a perfect opportunity to openly eliminate a few of Daxia's emperor's disciples.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Both sides were very pleased with the cooperation.
The young elites from the Daxia emperor's disciples, completely unaware that they had been sold out, were eagerly preparing to crush Qin Feng.
The registration for the Yin Moon Empire's life-and-death elimination tournament began.
Due to the extremely high mortality rate, it was voluntary, with no forced registration.
Even if one registered, they might not be able to participate in the life-and-death elimination tournament. They would first need to pass a selection tournament to prove their worth.
The Yin Moon Empire needed true young elites, not cannon fodder driven by hot blood.
Because of the large number of participants each year, the Yin Moon Empire divided the competition into tens of thousands of zones, with each zone selecting 10 representatives. Ultimately, 1,000 people would be chosen from over 100,000 to be intensively cultivated.
If a young elite was particularly outstanding, they might be named a Sacred Son of the Yin Moon Empire, equivalent to a prince of the Daxia Empire, with the potential to inherit the throne and become the actual ruler of the Yin Moon Empire.
"Sacred Son? How does that sound less noble than my position as a Divine Son!?"
Qin Feng couldn't help but mutter as Ziyan dragged him to register.
Even though he was now the Divine Son of the Moon Goddess Temple, he had no special privileges and still needed to participate in the selection tournament to gain entry.
Ziyan, with her head held high, said proudly, "Of course, in the Yin Moon Empire, the Moon Goddess is a guardian deity, and the Divine Daughter is the future successor. A Sacred Son is just a prince, how can he be compared to the Divine Son and Divine Daughter of the Moon Goddess Temple?"
Qin Feng was thoroughly confused, his head full of questions.
If his position as Divine Son was so noble, why was he going to participate in the life-and-death elimination tournament to compete for the position of Sacred Son?
Wasn't that lowering his status!?
Ziyan glanced at Qin Feng, her face slightly red, and said, "When you become the emperor and I become the Moon Goddess, it will be more convenient for us to talk privately."
Xiaobai, sitting on Qin Feng's shoulder, suddenly said, "This is called collusion and mutual protection!"
"These are such harsh words!"
Ziyan rolled her eyes, and the romantic atmosphere was ruined.
A chorus of exclamations erupted at the registration site, and everyone's eyes turned to Qin Feng.
"Look, it's Qin Feng from the Moon Goddess Temple. Is he going to participate!?"
"I remember he's only fifteen, isn't that too young!?"
"The age limit for the life-and-death elimination tournament is 25, so fifteen is quite a gap."
"I heard that this year, there are over a thousand people at the Daoist realm, and his Extraordinary Ninth Level cultivation is not enough."
"Age and cultivation are not advantages, it's too early for him."
"He should wait for the next tournament. In ten years, he'll be 25, and he'll definitely win first place."
"Age and cultivation don't define strength. Don't forget the terrifying power of the half-drawn sword a few days ago."
"Great names don't come without talent. He is the first young elite of the ancient era."
Many people, upon seeing Qin Feng register, went to register for other zones.
Qin Feng's reputation was too terrifying, and few wanted to face such a monster in the selection tournament.
Some, however, were not deterred and wanted to challenge Qin Feng.
After all, the participants in the life-and-death elimination tournament were all young people under 25, and their youthful enthusiasm made them feel invincible.
Only when they reached middle age would they realize they were just extras in life.
A clear gong sound rang out, and Princess Nanfeng's luxurious carriage slowly approached, accompanied by over a dozen emperor's disciples from the envoy, but Zhu Tou was nowhere to be seen.
"What are they doing here!?" Ziyan asked suspiciously.
"We are here to register!"
Princess Nanfeng, dressed in a practical martial arts uniform today, said.
"We are here to wash away the humiliation!"
The young elites from noble families shouted in unison, their eyes filled with a desire for revenge.
Especially thinking about how Zhu Tou was disgraced, their hatred for Qin Feng intensified. The honor of the young elites from noble families was tied together.
"Being used as a pawn and still acting tough!"
Qin Feng couldn't help but mock them, realizing how young and naive they were.
They were easily swayed by Princess Nanfeng's words and charged forward, not realizing that she could easily concede and withdraw from the competition.
However, seeing Fang Chang also participating, he immediately felt energized.
Another loud gong sound rang out, and the scene instantly fell silent.
"Registration is over, the selection tournament begins!"
A stern-faced man in black floated in the air, making a gesture and pointing at the ground below.
The ground began to shake violently, and hundreds of platforms slowly rose from the ground.
"The selection tournament has begun!"
Countless cultivators rushed from all directions to watch, some floating in the air on flying swords, others landing on rooftops and trees, and some using magic to project the scene to distant places, like a live broadcast.
Thousands of participants entered the arena and began drawing numbers to determine their platforms.
The man in black frowned, his gaze falling on Qin Feng standing on the platform.
In the past, the selection tournament in this zone would have tens of thousands of participants, but due to Qin Feng and the Daxia emperor's disciples, the number was less than one-tenth of that.
After all, the emperor's disciples from Daxia were all young elites from noble families, with unquestionable strength.
Even those who stayed were gambling on luck, hoping to avoid facing Qin Feng and the emperor's disciples. If they did, they would immediately concede.
Qin Feng was speechless; this was already the eighth person.
Others fought back and forth, but he won eight matches without moving, directly advancing to the round of sixteen.
It seemed the heavens heard Qin Feng's prayers, and in the ninth match, he faced a young man named Wang Peng.
He was one of the emperor's disciples from Daxia and didn't choose to concede like the others. As soon as he stepped onto the platform, he lunged at Qin Feng with an iron rod.
"True to form, the emperor's disciples. That iron rod is quite powerful!"
Qin Feng could clearly feel the strength in the blow and dodged it with ghostly speed, throwing a few hidden silver needles at the same time.
Wang Peng's eyes were full of disdain, not expecting Qin Feng to use hidden weapons.
He didn't have time to dodge and raised his arm to block, the silver needles embedding in his arm without causing much damage.
"You lose!" Qin Feng said calmly.
"Lose? You poisoned me!!"
Wang Peng's face changed, and he quickly pulled out the needles to check.
"I am a man of honor, how could I poison you!" Qin Feng said with a straight face.
Wang Peng breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there was no poison.
But Qin Feng's next words made him furious, "I used an aphrodisiac, even a sow would go wild..."