Chapter 23 Scene 1, Victory

  "The adult disciples will compete, and the champion can obtain a four-star soul spirit stone. The second to fifth places can get a three-star soul spirit stone!" The guard did not step down but continued to read on.

  "Wow." Upon hearing this, many disciples let out a cry of surprise and turned their heads to look at the five people led by Yi Xiao, with eyes shining with envy. If nothing unexpected happens, they will probably take all the top five spots.

  "For the junior disciples' competition, the champion will receive a three-star Soul Spirit Stone, while those who rank from second to fifth can obtain a two-star Soul Spirit Stone." The guard read aloud again, ignoring the commotion.

  The onlookers were even more shocked this time, and they all turned their heads to look at the five young men who looked a bit immature but had the strength of Yang Soul Realm.

  Feeling the envy-filled gazes coming from all directions, the five young men raised their heads, a cold and proud expression floating on their faces.

  "Four-star Soul Stones, three-star Soul Stones, the rewards are way better than before, right?" Yi Chen, standing at the back of the crowd, remained expressionless, turned his head to look at the five elders, and cursed in a low voice: "A group of old bastards, they really know how to think."

  The reward items for the clan meeting were all decided by the elders of the Yi family, and this year's rewards were so generous that Yi Chen could guess with his toes.

  The top five strongest adult disciples and the top five strongest underage disciples are all direct descendants of the five elders, no matter how they compete, the benefits will always fall into their own people's hands.

  "In my eyes, the bottom of the Yi family is not that deep, you might be disappointed." Yi Chen's eyes turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "It just so happens that I also need soul stones for cultivation, four-star and three-star, why don't we take them all?"

  "Now let's start drawing lots." After announcing the rewards, the guard on stage was directly ignored. He read out the last sentence and walked off the stage.

  Draw lots to choose opponents, as long as two people draw the same number, they will be divided into a group to decide the winner, the winner advances and the loser retires.

  Many disciples rushed to the place where the lottery numbers were drawn, and Yi Chen also quietly followed, with no emotional fluctuations on his face, as if he was not in a hurry.

  "Mediocre talent, I hope you don't get picked by me." Just then, a cold and sinister voice came from beside his ear. Yi Chen turned his head to look, and saw a robust young man sneering at him.

  If Yi Chen didn't remember wrongly, he was the eldest grandson of the Grand Elder, Yi Zhuo. His cultivation ranked first among all the underage disciples and he was the most popular candidate to win the championship.

  "Idiot." His face remained calm as Yi Chen spat out these two words, and then indifferently withdrew his gaze.

  "You'll be crying soon enough." Yi Du's face turned bright red with anger as he spat out the cold words.

  The cold light from behind did not affect Yi Chen, when he came to the place where the number was drawn, he casually drew out a bamboo slip with a bright red "91" written on it.

  "What's your number, brothers? I'm ninety-one." A questioning voice rose in the air, many young disciples were looking for their opponents.

  Turning his head towards the source of the sound, Yi Chen found that his opponent was a collateral member, and his cultivation was only at the Yin Soul Realm.

  The martial arts arena is extremely spacious, divided into hundreds of areas, allowing hundreds of people to compete at the same time, saving a lot of time.

  Each martial arts stage has a number, Yi Chen drew No. 91, and the martial arts stage with the words "91" engraved on it is the one on the right side of the arena.

  When the draw was over, those disciples rushed to their respective arenas. Yi Chen's opponent was already waiting there, but he was still looking around for his own opponent.

  "Who is Yi Chen's opponent?" The draw made Yi Si and the others very worried. If Yi Chen drew a strong opponent in the early stages, it would be extremely unfavorable for him.

  "It's No. 91." At this time, Yi Chen suddenly jumped onto the No. 91 stage, and when he saw that his opponent was only a Yin Soul Realm cultivator, Yi Siqing and the others clearly let out a sigh of relief.

  "It seems his luck isn't bad, but wanting to get into the top three is completely impossible." The elders of the Yi family flashed a cold glint in their eyes.

  Standing on the martial arts arena, Yi Chen narrowed his eyes and gazed at his opponent with a completely expressionless face, it was unknown what he was thinking.

  "It's actually you. Running into me is your misfortune." When he saw that his opponent was the only legitimate mediocre talent of the Yi family, the young man visibly let out a sigh of relief.

  Without reacting to the provocation, Yi Chen's mouth curled up with a hint of coldness, and his narrowed eyes flashed with sharp light.

  "The fight begins!" All the members had found their opponents, and with the next loud and majestic shout, it echoed in the air, momentarily drowning out the sounds of fighting on the battlefield.

  "Hiss." Yi Chen's opponent also activated his soul power, accelerating his speed as he charged towards him, his fist clenched and carrying a gust of wind aimed at Yi Chen's throat. Clearly, he wanted to settle the fight with one move.

  "Enough cruelty." If it were before, it would be quite troublesome to deal with, but now Yi Chen's cultivation had reached the Star Soul Realm, and he quickly reacted, taking a step to the right to dodge, making his attack fall empty.

  Yi Chen didn't show his full strength, otherwise it would have drawn attention too early and been very unfavorable to him, so he deliberately made a clumsy dodge.

  "When a Yang Soul Realm encounters a Yin Soul Realm, it's actually being beaten to such a miserable state. The disadvantage of a first-grade beast soul can't be made up for by the realm." Seeing Yi Chen's miserable dodging, the Fifth Elder sneered.

  "The level of the beast soul affects the cultivator's future, and as the realm increases, the disadvantage becomes more apparent. Now he is in the Yang Soul Realm, wanting to advance to the Star Soul Realm, it will probably take a dozen or so years of bitter cultivation." The Great Elder said with a faint smile.

  They did not lower their voices, and the words naturally entered Yisi Qing's ears. His face turned unpleasant, and his gaze towards Yi Chen also flashed with worry.

  "It's really a mediocre talent." Yi Chen's opponent was overjoyed at the same time, and sneered, changing his fist wind, rushing towards Yi Chen's head.

  Suppressing his soul power in his right fist, Yi Chen pretended to be flustered and launched a hasty attack, colliding with the other's fist.

  "Peng." A dull sound rang out, and Yi Chen and his opponent each retreated two steps.

  "A first-class beast soul is really useless, even if you advance to the Yang Soul Realm, you're still no match for me."

  This move evenly divided the autumn color, making his opponent's confidence greatly increased. He continuously operated his soul power to condense on his right fist and immediately struck towards Yi Chen. This time he used all his strength, determined to knock down Yi Chen with one blow.

  "Get lost." Even if he wanted to hide his strength, Yi Chen couldn't hold back too much this time. He jumped high and dodged the fatal blow, his right foot hooking into an arc as it swept towards his opponent's head.

  "Peng." This move was merciless, directly sweeping across his head, only to hear a dull thud, the opponent who had been arrogant just moments before flew out in an arc, heavily smashing onto the ground and immediately falling unconscious.

  "The ninety-first match, Yi Chen wins." A declaration sounded in the air.