33: Cultivators are all very filthy.

Below the stands, in an inconspicuous corner...

The gazes of the two "Sons of Destiny" simultaneously locked onto Lu Yi, who was surrounded by beauties on the main stand.

Lin Tian's hatred for Lu Yi went without saying.

As for Wu Yang's resentment toward Lu Yi, it was even more complex.

First, he had been publicly humiliated by Lu Yi at the Drunken Immortal Tower, and the protective jade his Revered Master had bestowed upon him was destroyed.

After returning to the State Preceptor's Residence, he thought his Revered Master would stand up for him.

To his surprise, what awaited him was a severe scolding from his Revered Master, who cautioned him never to act so arrogantly again and warned him not to provoke Lu Yi.

Now, he witnessed with his own eyes Lu Yi sitting side by side with his Revered Master—whom he revered like a deity—chatting and laughing.

He had even caused his Revered Master to reveal a... a look he had never seen before, one tinged with a hint of helplessness and bashfulness.

To him, this was a torture even harder to endure than public humiliation.

Since his teenage years, Wu Yang had been taken in as a disciple by his Revered Master, Leng Ningshuang.

Growing up as the concubine's son of Prince Nings Mansion, he had suffered countless cold shoulders and slights; his Revered Master was the only person in the world who was kind to him.

As he grew older, this feeling of filial devotion gradually evolved into a different kind of desire, one he didn't dare voice.

In his heart, his Revered Master was a sacred and inviolable Banished Immortal.

But now, this Banished Immortal seemed as if she were about to be defiled by that fellow Lu Yi.

A fire fueled by jealousy and resentment burned fiercely in his heart... After State Lord Wu Changfeng's impassioned speech, the competition officially commenced.

The tournament format was extremely simple and direct, with groups divided according to the major Realms: Spirit Sea, Purple Mansion, and Cave Heaven.

Then, random lots were drawn for a single-elimination tournament.

Winners advanced to the next round, while losers were immediately eliminated.

Lin Tian and Wu Yang, both in the Purple Mansion Realm, were drawn into two completely different brackets, as if by design.

As long as they kept winning, they seemed destined to meet in the final match.

Perhaps this was the destiny ordained for the Sons of Destiny.

On the main stand, Lu Yi had no interest in the Early Stage matches on the arena below.

He didn't even bother to look at the specific match schedule.

Because he was certain that before meeting each other, these two Sons of Destiny would never lose to such nameless extras.

What truly piqued his interest was an intriguing matchup that caught his eye when he casually glanced at the Bracket Chart.

Lin Qingxuan and Lin Tian were actually in the same bracket, and their positions were quite close.

This unexpected arrangement filled him with anticipation for the upcoming "sibling conflict."

After all, although Lin Tian was currently in disguise, he was still using his own name.

Lu Yi had thought he would use an alias or simply reverse his name.

Perhaps this was the so-called "integrity of not changing one's name."

Just as Lu Yi watched the two siblings advance step by step toward their encounter,

State Lord Wu Changfeng, who had finished his speech earlier, walked up to Lu Yi with a smile.

"Holy Son Lu, it is truly an honor to have you in our country. Please forgive any lack of hospitality."

"The State Lord is too polite."

Lu Yi stood up and exchanged pleasantries with him.

After their greetings, Lu Yi asked curiously:

"I wonder what reward the State Lord has set for this assembly? To think it could attract young talents from across the entire Heavenly Profound Realm to gather here from thousands of miles away."

Lu Yi's main goal for this trip was to "woo his Martial Aunt," so he hadn't looked into the details of this exchange meet.

Hearing this, Wu Changfeng's face showed a perfect blend of pride and regret as he explained:

"To be honest, Saint, the top ten winners of each group will earn the qualification to enter the Legacy Secret Realm left by our Xuanwu Kingdom's Old Ancestor."

"Oh? The Xuanwu Kingdom's Old Ancestor?"

"Indeed."

Wu Changfeng nodded and continued to explain:

"Our Xuanwu Kingdom's Old Ancestor was once a top-tier powerhouse at the Peak of the Divine Soul Realm, just a step away from the Heaven-Reaching Realm. Unfortunately, limited by talent, he failed to break through to the Heaven-Reaching Realm and eventually succumbed to the passage of time."

"Since the Old Ancestor's passing, the Bloodline of our Xuanwu Kingdom's imperial descendants has withered, and our Aptitudes have been dull. For a thousand years, not a single person has been able to gain the recognition of the Old Ancestor in that Secret Realm."

"Now, the Remnant Soul left by the Old Ancestor in the Secret Realm is about to dissipate. I had no choice but to invite young talents from the Heavenly Profound Realm, hoping someone can inherit his mantle, so that the Old Ancestor's Legacy does not end here."

He spoke these words with such sincerity, as if he truly were a descendant who had exhausted himself for the sake of his ancestor's Legacy.

After listening, Lu Yi smiled and praised him on the surface:

"Your Majesty's broad-mindedness is truly admirable."

In his heart, however, he had already instantly seen through the truth behind those words.

Legacy?

It sounds nice.

I wonder if the side effect of obtaining the Legacy is losing all of one's memories?

Isn't this just finding a perfect vessel with excellent talent for their Old Ancestor's Remnant Soul—which is about to suffer Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering—to perform a Possession?

He makes it sound so real, and yet people in the cultivation world never learn.

As expected, cultivators have filthy hearts.

Although he saw through the other party's scheme, Lu Yi didn't intend to expose it; instead, he decided to enter the game.

He smiled and suggested to Wu Changfeng:

"Hearing the State Lord say this, I am also quite interested in this Old Ancestor's Legacy. I wonder if I might also enter this Legacy Secret Realm to give it a try?"

Wu Changfeng seemed to have expected him to say this.

After all, for cultivators, one can never have too many opportunities.

His face showed joy as he readily agreed:

"For the Saint to be willing to deign to try is a massive honor for my Xuanwu Kingdom! How could I possibly refuse! If the Saintess is interested, she may also go along."

Hearing this, Shen Yueyao thought about it; since Lu Yi was going, staying outside by herself wouldn't be much fun.

She nodded and said:

"Since Holy Son Lu is going, I'll go join in the fun as well."

Hearing that both of them agreed to enter, Wu Changfeng appeared even more honored and happy.

But deep in his eyes, an imperceptible flash of sinister greed and calculation flickered.

This fleeting malice was precisely captured by Lu Yi, who had been keeping an eye on him.

Just as Lu Yi was pondering which level of scheming this State Lord was on,

A pair of small hands carefully tugged at the corner of his sleeve; it was Wu Mingyue.

At some point, she had come to Lu Yi's side.

Her small body, intentionally or not, hid behind Lu Yi.

It seemed that facing her own Imperial Father, she wasn't as close as Lu Yi had imagined; instead, she had a sense of deep-seated fear.

She timidly reminded Lu Yi in a very low voice:

"Lu... Holy Son Lu... that, that sister named Lin Qingxuan, her match seems about to start."

Lu Yi also realized he had been too preoccupied with chatting.

He had almost forgotten that the main event of "sibling conflict" was about to begin.

After bidding farewell to Wu Changfeng, he returned to his seat, ready to enjoy the show.