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"Stop right there! The Training Ground is closed. It will open once the Wu Hui begins." Mo Wen, lost in thought, was stopped by the guards at the entrance. Coming back to his senses, he realized he had already walked to the gates of the Training Ground. Besides the soldiers on duty, there were also a few onlookers gathered around. A stone tablet stood at the entrance, displaying the rules and requirements for participating in the Wu Hui through a formation's power. Although he had no intention of participating, he was still curious about this grand selection event held by the Lianyun Empire.
"One must be recommended to participate..." He had heard Erniu mention these rules before; most of them were longstanding regulations. For instance, a participant needed a recommender from an officially recognized force, such as the team leaders from each village who were registered with the authorities. If they provided a recommendation, one could enter. The second rule involved testing the Realm of participants and grouping them according to their Realm and age. If there was a significant difference in Realm within a group, one could directly advance to the next round until an evenly matched opponent appeared. If someone had a high Realm within a certain age group and no one challenged them throughout the Wu Hui, they would be declared the champion of that age group... After reading through all the information and rules on the stone tablet, Mo Wen lost interest. If he were to participate, he would belong to the group for ages thirteen to eighteen. Although he wasn't keen on competing, it wouldn't hurt to gather more information about this Wu Hui, especially regarding the strength of participants from Moro City.
Leaving the gates of the Training Ground, he headed straight for a teahouse next door. In this world, teahouses were undoubtedly among the fastest places for information flow, and most patrons were cultivators with higher Realms who possessed knowledge beyond that of ordinary warriors. Guided by an attendant, he reached the third floor, which was designated for tea drinking. After ordering a pot of tea and sitting down, he began to listen intently to the conversations around him. As expected, most discussions in the teahouse revolved around people and events related to the Wu Hui.
"I heard that Bai Yi from the Bai Family, Liu Gu from the Liu Family, and Wang Tian from the Wang Family have all entered Qi Binding Realm at similar ages. It seems that this time, Group B's top three will be dominated by these three young masters..." The Wu Hui was divided into three groups: Group A for ages five to twelve, Group B for ages thirteen to eighteen, and Group C for ages nineteen to twenty-five.
"That's right! I heard from a friend who is responsible for registration that aside from those three in Group B, the highest Realm is only Golden Body Realm..."
Mo Wen was surprised to learn that these "Moro Three Young Masters" seemed quite famous in Moro City. Based on what he overheard in their conversation, it indeed aligned with what Li Erniu had said; if he participated in the competition, he would undoubtedly be Group B's champion. He had sensed their Realms before; dealing with those three would be much easier than handling the Chimera in Cloud Mist Forest. Moreover, there were regulations against using weapons during Wu Hui. There was no need to continue listening; it was just more lamenting about how their younger generation's Realms fell short compared to others and some discussions about Cloud Mist Swamp. To Mo Wen's astonishment, it turned out that over half of the personnel sent by various factions and officials to Cloud Mist Swamp had been lost—not just due to encounters with returning Demon Beasts and Chimera but also because they suffered losses at the hands of other expedition teams fighting over treasures. In the end, it seemed no one obtained anything.
"Kid! Our young master has taken a liking to your spot; you can leave now." A middle-aged man resembling a servant stood arrogantly at Mo Wen's table.
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