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The Outer Sect Competition could be likened to a… school sports day?

Just like in sports day, school leaders usually take the stage to make a speech, always starting with the phrase, “I’ll keep it brief.”

This is a necessary procedure at the Demon Sect as well. Sect Master Shen Yan typically gives a brief, casual address, never saying much.

Firstly, because that’s the Demon Sect’s style, and secondly, because he’s not the scholarly type and dislikes hassle.

Mao Nanbei sat beside Lu Xun, swinging her short legs in the air since they didn’t reach the ground, and snarked, “Every time it’s just the same few phrases, with a couple of words changed.”

Lu Xun:

During the procedure, Mao Nanbei turned to Lu Xun and murmured, “Little junior brother, how about a bet between us?”

“Oh? Fourth senior sister should know, that opening a gambling game in our Demon Sect requires a contribution of five hundred Spirit Stones,” Lu Xun joked.

“Tsk! As if I lack Spirit Stones!” Mao Nanbei said, shaking the small bell on her wrist.

She really didn’t lack them. Whenever she spent hers, she could always ask her third senior brother for more. He always gave her some, with each time more than the last.

After all, she was just over a hundred years old – wasn’t it normal for her to want some spending money?

“Then fourth senior sister can pay my share as well,” Lu Xun suggested.

Mao Nanbei:

“I’ll pay! Will you bet or not!” she said while stamping her foot in mid-air.

“Fine, fourth senior sister should go ahead and tell me what this bet is about,” Lu Xun said, smiling.

Mao Nanbei winked at him and said, “Little junior brother, do you think that during this Outer Sect Competition, some challenger will break the rules and claim to challenge you?”

Hearing this, Lu Xun laughed again, “I bet – they will!”

“Eh!?” Mao Nanbei’s cat ears stood straight up.

“No fair! I wanted to bet that someone would, you need to choose something different!” she whined.

“Then I bet… there will be quite a few?” Lu Xun teased her.

“Ahh!” Mao Nanbei pouted, her little foot stamping in mid-air, again. “No! You have to bet there won’t be any!”

“Okay okay, I’ll bet there won’t be any. If I lose, I forfeit this month’s dessert, how about that?” Lu Xun decided to play the game with his cat-eared little Lolita.

As long as the little kitty was happy.

“Deal! A bet’s a bet!” Mao Nanbei extended her small fist and Lu Xun raised his own, gently bumping it against hers.

Lin Chan stood to the side, watching the spectacle with a smile. In her eyes, it seemed like her master was simply trying his best to entertain her junior uncle.

However, in all honesty, Lu Xun had already prepared his mentality for the possibility of someone breaking the rules and proclaiming to challenge him.

He thought it’s quite a normal occurrence.

After all, he and the participants of the Outer Sect Competition were all from the same batch in the Cultivation World – the same batch being defined as those who joined within the same five-year period.

The only difference was his unique status, excluding him from the Outer Sect disciples.

The challengers could generally be split into two categories.

One kind sought to learn, hoping to improve via exchanges, this was the exchange faction.

The other kind sought fame, hoping to make a name for themselves through the Demon Sect. This was the traffic-hitching faction.

And among these two factions, those with larger than life personalities would definitely favour Lu Xun.

The former looked forward to his guidance, whereas the latter just wanted to catch a wave of his popularity.

Imagine many years later, when Lu Xun became a giant in the cultivation world. They could gloat: “Back in the day, I took a few stances from him.”

That actually sounded kind of impressive.

Of course, challenging Lu Xun was definitely against the rules.

Lu Xun held a unique status, not just any Tom, Dick or Harry could challenge him. Where would the Demon Sect’s face be then?

Just like an Olympic champion wouldn’t be expected to compete with any random person who challenges them, right?

Therefore, whether to take on the challenge or not ultimately depends on Lu Xun’s mood.

Also, in terms of prestige, unless his opponent was of a sufficient caliber, for example individuals like Ye Sui’an and Xiao Ran, else Lu Xun challenging didn’t seem worth it.

The forum’s “Live Stream” was in full swing, and the inexperienced newbie players were extremely excited, gaining immense happiness from watching the stream.

“I want to participate in something like this!”

“Me too!”

“I want to meet these masters!”

“Me too!”

“I can’t wait to get up close with the Purple Palace!”

“Same here!”

Based on the process of the grand competition, all seven Great Sects welcome any newcomer to challenge them, but the procedure varies slightly.

The four orthodox Sects usually have their own disciples compete first, and then the challengers take the stage.

The three major Demon Sects tend to subdue challengers first before internal competition.

Therefore, the first stage of the Outer Sect competition is for the challengers to step up.

The Demon Sect has a wide reputation and its disciples seem intimidating, so there usually aren’t many challengers.

Take a look at Sect Master Shen Yan of the Demon Sect, his face looks like he’s committed murder and arson, even when he smiles and says with his chicken-shrieking voice: “No problem, no problem!”

To the listener, it feels like he’s saying: “You’re dead!”

Based on past experience with the Outer Sect competitions, there are probably just a few dozen people who challenge them.

But this time it seems to be a bit more, several times more than usual.

Lu Xun scanned the crowd of challengers for Ye Sui’an’s figure.

He searched for quite a while, but didn’t see Ye Sui’an.

“Strange, he actually didn’t come to the Demon Sect this time?” Lu Xun was somewhat not used to this.

This feeling was like a little puppy who usually wanders around him suddenly disappeared.

Logically, Ye Sui’an wouldn’t miss any opportunity to meet Elder Lu.

This suddenly reminded him of a comment he read on the forum:

“You don’t understand the joy of being a lapdog! Being licked makes one insecure, unable to predict whether they will continue to be licked. If they lose it, they will collapse!

As a lapdog, isn’t it up to us whether or not we lick?

If the bone is cheap today, we will lick it.

If the bone is good tomorrow, we won’t lick it.

It feels great to have control!”

When Lu Xun first read this comment, he somewhat agreed with its twisted logic.

Ye Sui’an’s absence was only a small episode of the day. As one of the world protagonists, he probably was too busy with training, meditation, and comprehension… His absence was understandable, Lu Xun could see why.

After all challengers took the stage, they were allowed to choose which Demon Sect Outer Sect Disciple they wanted to challenge. According to the rules, Demon Sect Outer Sect Disciples cannot refuse.

On Yanwu Peak today, there are a total of twenty arenas available. With so many people, it is naturally impossible to have only two people competing at a time. When would they finish then?

After all, everyone is a cultivator. Paying attention to twenty things at once is just basic. It can be understood that they can easily watch dozens of short films at once with their Divine Sense.

Sitting on the high platform, Lu Xun could feel several stares at him.

As he expected, at least ten unnamed passers-by on the twenty platforms shouted out loud:

“I, XXX, dare to challenge Demon Sect’s Lu Xun!”

Fortunately, they all shouted together. Otherwise, if one person led the chant and then a bunch of people echoed with phrases likes “Same here!”, it would be funny.

Demon Sect players on the scene perked up their eyes and eagerly anticipated Lu Xun’s reaction with their popcorn-mentality.

Surprisingly, as these people finished their words, countless people responded in the next moment.

More than half of the Outer Sect Disciples, like instinct, spoke up. Their voices echoed in unison, resounding through the sky:

“Insolence!”

In their eyes, this was a grave disrespect to the Young Elder!

You guys…

——are you even worthy?

The Demon Sect disciples stared at these disrespectful people. If they encountered them during the competition, they would definitely be ruthless.

Now it wasn’t even about Lu Xun’s status anymore. More and more Outer Sect Disciples respected him as a person, not just his status.

Among the Outer Sect Disciples standing close to the arenas, someone took a step forward.

The next moment, many Outer Sect Disciples followed suit and took a step forward!

Lu Xun just sat there on the high platform, saying nothing, looking down at everything happening before him.

This is the prestige of the Demon Sect’s Young Elder within the sect.

(PS: Thank you “Ruan Shanxiong” for the reward of 100,000 Starting Coins! Thank you “Like the Past Years” for the reward of 50, 000 Starting Coins! The “Alliance War” is just…86 more Alliance Hierarchs to go, haha!