The one who particularly caught Yun Jin's attention was a young girl with a wooden sword on her back, her hair tied in a single ponytail. She seemed to be only seven or eight years old, just a year or two older than Qian Xiao and Yiyi, yet she possessed an intangible momentum.

That's right—it was momentum, what's commonly known as pressure. My little face is full of confusion. I can't sense the slightest bit of Spiritual Energy from her body, so why is there such a towering Sword Intent emanating from her? Such a potent Sword Intent. It's even more terrifying than that of the Sword Cultivators of the same Boundary I met in my youth. This has nothing to do with one's Boundary; it's a personal understanding of the Martial Dao. Could this little girl be the legendary Innate Sword Body? Otherwise, for someone not even ten years old, such a profound comprehension of the Sword Dao is truly astonishing! However, the Innate Sword Body is extremely rare even in the Immortal Domain, yet here on Earth, this seemingly ordinary star, I've just casually come across one…

Yun Jin hurriedly retracted her Divine Sense.

Earth is indeed terrifying—it seems to be filled with mere mortals, but in reality, it's overflowing with monstrous talents.

"Xu Die, let's go."

Beside the girl with the wooden sword was a boy, who said excitedly, "I just checked. We're both in the fourth battle arena! This time, we'll advance to the top one hundred together!"

"Mhm."

The girl named Xu Die smiled sweetly and walked with her childhood friend toward the first arena.

Unlike Yun Jin's cautiousness, Qian Xiao looked at the colorful clothes and hairstyles around him and suddenly felt confident. It didn't seem like there were many normal people here.

When Chen Zhen furiously stormed the Hongkou Dojo, flattened the warriors of Sakura Country, and shattered the "Sick Man of East Asia" signboard with a single punch... today, it will be no problem for me, Qian Xiao, to dominate the East Sea alongside the Boss Lady!

"Hm? It seems the three of us have been split into different battle arenas. Sister Yiyi is in the third, I'm in the ninth, and Yun Jin is in the sixth..." Qian Xiao said buoyantly. "This grouping has some disadvantages, but Boss Lady, Yun Jin, don't be afraid! We'll meet in the finals!"

The rules of the competition were simple. The huge competition ground was divided into twenty arenas, and one hundred contestants were randomly assigned to each arena for a melee battle. The last five people standing in each arena would be the top one hundred of this youth martial arts tournament. Afterward, a series of drawing lots and duels would determine the top three.

Facing Qian Xiao's confidence, Xu Yiyi and Yun Jin exchanged glances, both getting the feeling that this boy might just crash and burn.

Well... hopefully, it's just a feeling.

...

...

There were only 1,000 spectator seats. The audience was only half the size of the number of contestants, but all of them were Martial Artists. Those below the Fourth Grade didn't even have the qualification to be seated. This was because some of the astonishingly gifted contestants were themselves above the Fourth Grade Boundary. As a fifty-year-old First Grade Martial Artist, would you have the nerve to watch a ten-year-old Fourth Grade Martial Artist get beaten up in the arena?

Xu Lai sat in the farthest corner. Like Yun Jin, his gaze fell on the girl with the wooden sword and the single ponytail, but he quickly looked away.

Some talent. She grasped the opportunity that butterfly presented.

"It seems that this time, it's not just some loose cultivators. Even the prodigies from the One School, Three Sects, Nine Pavilions, and the Martial Dao Association have come to compete."

To Xu Lai's left sat a greasy-haired, middle-aged man who was a total chatterbox. He was spraying spittle as he held forth, "In my opinion, the young geniuses from the One School, Three Sects, and Nine Pavilions are going to sweep this bunch of little brats aside."

"What's all the noise about? Just shut up," a Sixth Grade Martial Artist said impatiently. "This incessant babbling is irritating."

"You're telling me to shut up? Believe it or not, I'll beat you to death, you mere Sixth Grade nobody!" the middle-aged man cursed angrily.

"A 'mere Sixth Grade nobody'..." The Sixth Grade Martial Artist was so angry he laughed. "If you've got the guts, state your name. We can have a sparring match later."

"Xu Wandao," the middle-aged man said, clasping his fists. "I await your guidance."

"..."

The packed spectator stands fell into silence. Every Martial Artist's attention instantly focused on the farthest corner, their eyes filled with shock.

"Xu Wandao?"

"Isn't that the descendant of Hua Country's number one Martial Ancestor, Xu Yanyang? He disappeared for thirty years, what's he doing here?"

"..."

The crowd burst into an uproar.

The name Xu Yanyang was a sacred mountain in the heart of every Martial Artist. Even though all twelve Watchmen were at the peak of the Divine Gate, they still couldn't shake Xu Yanyang's status in the Martial Dao World! There was even a saying in Chang'an: "The Watchmen come and go like running water, but Xu Yanyang is as unmovable as iron."

And as the descendant of this legendary figure, Xu Wandao had stunned the Martial Dao World when he first appeared thirty years ago at the mere age of twenty. He then vanished for three decades, his fate unknown.

Martial Artists below the Eighth Grade didn't know about Chang'an City, so they were unaware that Xu Wandao had guarded Chang'an for thirty years to walk the path of his ancestor. If a senior Watchman hadn't forcibly sent him back to Earth, it was feared that Xu Wandao would have grown old and died alone in that small wooden cabin in the Exotic Realm.

Cold sweat beaded on the brow of the previously impatient Sixth Grade Martial Ancestor. He hurriedly clasped his fists and apologized, "Martial Ancestor Xu, I was blind and could not recognize Mount Tai. Please forgive me."

"No need for such formalities. I'm just a broken-down blade user, and I happen to be one of the judges this time," Xu Wandao said, waving his hand as if he wasn't the same short-tempered man who had threatened to beat the other to death just moments ago.

A broken-down blade user...

The Martial Artists all straightened up in solemn respect.

No one dared to doubt Xu Wandao's identity. The Martial Dao valued openness and integrity. If you dared to impersonate a descendant of the Xu Family, the consequences would be severe. At the very least, you would be beaten half to death; at worst, you could be killed on the spot.

The noisy arena quickly returned to tranquility. Xu Wandao continued his spittle-flecked commentary, but this time no one dared to criticize him. Instead, they leaned in to listen, constantly agreeing, "Senior Xu makes a good point!"

"Fellow Daoist, what do you think?" Finding everyone around him in agreement, Xu Wandao turned his head to look at Xu Lai, who had been silent the entire time.

"I'll watch from my seat."

"..."

Xu Wandao looked at him with a strange expression. "And what if I stand up to watch?"

Xu Lai said nothing, simply giving him a look one would give a fool.

"..."

Xu Wandao stared at Xu Lai, feeling that this person seemed somewhat familiar, yet he was certain they had never met. Shaking his head, he let the thought go.

Soon, the youth martial arts tournament began. Xu Lai's gaze swept past Yun Jin and locked onto Yiyi.

Among the one hundred contestants in her arena, the youngest was Yiyi, who had just turned five a few days ago. The oldest contestant in Arena No. 3 was nearly fifteen, a peak Fourth Grade Martial Artist, and one of the favorites to win the championship.

"That one is my disciple," Xu Wandao said cheerfully, pointing.

A fifteen-year-old at the peak of the Fourth Grade. Such talent was already extraordinary; he was a true prodigy.

"That one is my daughter."

Xu Lai pointed to Xu Yiyi, who was standing timidly in a corner. Her delicate, pitiful appearance drew a great deal of attention. In the competition arena and the spectator stands alike, many looked on with sympathy.

What an adorable little girl. How could she be thrown into a youth group with an average age over twelve? What were her parents thinking?!

"She just turned five, right?" Xu Wandao shook his head. "Your child might get hurt. My disciple doesn't know how to hold back. Fine, I'll tell him to protect her a bit."

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