C11 Ethnic ratio

Time flew by. After such a long period of cultivation time, Yan Qiuyu had already adapted to the power of the second level spirit realm, and could use the spirit seeds in her dantian at will.

After entering, Yan Qiuyu realized that ever since she entered the second level spirit realm, she felt less and less tired. Often, she didn't even feel tired from training at night, and didn't even know when the sun was up.

He had never experienced something like this before. When he was still just a piece of trash, he was already so tired from sitting in meditation for two hours. He could not help but want to sleep and take a break. Even later, when his strength increased greatly and he broke through to the eighth level of the Refinement Realm, if he continuously cultivated for 20 hours, he would feel that his strength was insufficient and would need to focus on breathing for a moment before being able to adjust.

Yet now, he had been cultivating continuously for several days and nights without tiring out his strength at all. On the contrary, he was getting more and more spirited.

It was no wonder that a senior had once said that as long as one breaks through a certain bottleneck in their path of cultivation, it was natural for one to achieve twice the results with half the effort. In the past, he always thought that it was all nonsense. Thinking about it, on the path of cultivation, one would have to work hard and not take any chances. How could something like this happen with twice the results and half the effort?

Now that he thought about it, it seemed like it. When one's cultivation reached a certain level, they wouldn't feel tired, nor would they feel tired. The more time they spent on training, the more the results of their training would be. It seemed that these experiences were all the personal experiences of the seniors. There were many doubts in the past, but from now on, it seemed that he would have to study these things more.

Thinking about this, he suddenly became impulsive, "Hmm? Why not just take advantage of the situation and find a few books of cultivation experiences that senior has left behind and focus on comprehending them? "

Thinking about this, he stood up and went to his desk to look for the notes that this senior had cultivated.

With a creaking sound, the door suddenly opened.

"Hmm?" Yan Qiuyu turned her head to look, "Xiaoxue."

Xiaoxue skipped over the threshold, looked at Yan Qiuyu and smiled, "Young Master, let me remind you that today is the day of the Clan Martial Meet." "You have told Xue'er that the entire clan will participate in the Martial Competition, and that we will definitely not miss it. When the time comes, I will definitely inform you."

Although Xiao Xue could see that her young master had become high-spirited from the depressed atmosphere before he came in to wash, she had always thought that it was because of the change in young master's mentality and had accepted her status as a good-for-nothing. She never thought that she would encounter such a fortuitous encounter and use her cultivation base to advance by leaps and bounds.

So, Xiao Xue had always thought that the Young Master wanted her to remind him of the date of the Clan Martial Meet, because he wanted to bring her to see a show.

Who would have thought that the young master's thoughts would end up competing with the clan's experts? In the previous few small-scale competitions, the young master had always avoided them from a distance and had refused to participate!

Yan Qiuyu did not know what this clever and obedient girl was thinking. From the moment he heard that the Family Competition would be held today, there was only one thing left in his heart — the will to fight!

"Snowy, bring me my robe."

"Is that the white robe embroidered with lotus flowers?" That white robe was something that Yan Qiuyu and some of her friends wore. She was often compared to people in literature, and because Yan Qiuyu could not break through to the second level of the Refinement Realm, she often used literature to numb herself. Actually, he had never really liked literature. What he really wanted in his heart was to suppress others with his martial arts!

"No, I want that long robe embroidered with 'Ao Xue Gu Mei'!" It was a tight-uniformed long robe with narrow sleeves that could be worn during a competition. It was the coming of age gift that the clan head, Yan Fengtian, gave to Yan Qiuyu when she was young. Yan Qiuyu had never worn it before, but had used the most precious spirit jade to create a cabinet to hold the robe.

Xiaoxue thought that her young master didn't like this dress, but in reality, Yan Qiuyu loved this robe very much. However, when she saw this robe, Yan Qiuyu would think of her father's expectations and her own uselessness, and her heart would start aching. Thus, it was better to not see at all.

Now, Yan Qiuyu felt that her actions back then had been a cowardly attempt to escape. Now, he was going to wear this, and his father had left a lot of hope in this robe, so he walked into the competition arena and announced to the entire family:

"I-Yan Qiuyu is no longer the trash that was ignored by all of you. From now on, I am my father's hope, and even more so, the glory of the clan!"

"Autumn Rain, are you up yet?"

Yan Qiuyu's blood was boiling, but this voice that just came in from outside the door caused his eyes to moisten. "Father!"

The one who walked in was Yan Qiuyu's father, the current head of the Yan family, Yan Fengtian.

When Yan Feng Tian saw that his son had already put it on, his eyes lit up, "Qiu Yu, you, you've put it on today. This robe is from father!"

His father's words woke Yan Qiuyu from her deep thoughts. "That's right, father!"

Yes, father, I was afraid that I would disappoint you in the early years, and because I wanted to avoid it, I did not want to wear the robe you gave me. You must be very sad, now I will wear this robe and earn back the face I have lost for you all these years!

These words rapidly flashed through Yan Qiuyu's mind. She couldn't help but want to say it, but was swallowed back by Yan Qiuyu. She was afraid that if she said these words, she wouldn't be able to hold back her tears.

It was really strange. Previously, when he was weak, he rarely cried. Now that he had become stronger, he actually started to like crying.

Ever since they came back from cultivating in the Demonic Beast Forest, Yan Qiuyu had always shut herself in her house and cultivated. She rarely went out, and since Yan Feng was busy with his clan matters, they rarely met.

Today, with the excuse of dealing with the Clan Martial Meet, Yan Fengtian came to visit his son. Seeing his son's appearance, he was overjoyed. He suddenly felt that something was wrong with his son.

Yan Feng Tian felt that something was wrong, so he looked at Yan Qiu Yu from head to toe.

Yan Qiuyu was shocked by his gaze. "Father, what are you looking at?"

Yan Feng Tian also smiled embarrassedly: "Oh, it's nothing. I just feel that you've changed a lot recently." But as for what exactly happened, I can't say. It must be because we haven't seen each other for a long time! "

Speaking up to this point, Yan Feng Tian sighed, "Ah, Qiu Yu, as the leader, I have to bow to you. I have indeed wronged you. I neglected the lessons I taught you, making you the laughingstock of our entire clan!"

Yan Qiuyu felt a burst of shame, "Father, don't say that. Qiu Yu is useless, and not only is she unable to help you, she is also a fool. She is unable to add honor to you, causing you, who are busy with daily work, to have another job to do."

"Sometimes, Father really wants to let go of all this and go into seclusion with you, and enjoy a few years of happiness! As the Clan Chief, not only must I be involved in the clan's affairs, there are even people who are scheming against me for the sake of the Clan Chief's chair, my own blood brother, and my own blood brother. Even my father, your grandfather, is determined to eliminate me. "

"Father!" Looking at the teary sky, Yan Qiuyu had never felt that her father had been so old.

Yan Feng Tian felt that he shouldn't lose his composure like this in front of his son, so he organized his thoughts and said: "Ah, nothing."

"Father, the Clan Martial Meet is about to begin. Let's hurry to the arena stage!"

"Mm," Yan Feng Tian nodded, "Alright, let's go!"

The two of them turned around and walked towards the arena.

Walking behind his father, looking at his frosted white hair:

"Father is getting old …" I should learn from you, and help you take care of father's worries! "

Today, the arena was filled with people, cheering loudly. Below the arena, it was packed with countless people.

"Ah, second brother, why have you only just arrived? We are about to begin, we are not waiting for you!" Yan Lingyun, the head of the Yan family, said to Yan Fengtian and his son, who had just arrived.

Yan Feng Tian looked towards the stage. Because the clan leader was busy with matters, all the preparations for the Clan Martial Meet were all under the control of Yan Lingyun. It was the first time that Yan Feng had seen what was going on on on the stage.

The competition arena was still the same one that he had competed with the Wang family in the previous competition. It was just that after changing its layout, a few acres of tall stage was erected at the back of the competition arena.

The Yan family was a clan based group and they held great respect for seniority. Although Yan Feng Tian was the chief, Yan Pingtian was the biological father of Yan Feng Tian, and his seniority was the highest in the entire Yan family, so he sat at the seat of honor.

As for Yan Lingyun, who was shouting at Yan Fengtian, he was sitting on the chair on the right. Although he was Yan Fengtian's elder brother, his position was inferior to his elder brother's. The Yan family respected the left side, so the seat on the left was naturally reserved for their clan leader, Yan Fengtian.

However, Yan Feng Tian only glanced towards the stands. The corner of his mouth curved into a smile, but he didn't have any intention of going up onto the stage.

Yan Lingyun looked at his father, "Feng Tian, why don't you take a seat?"

"There are no seats for me here."

Yan Lingyun frowned. "Haha, you're joking with your big brother again." Today is the Clan Martial Meet, and you are the head of the family. Even if I, your elder brother, am useless, I will not be missing you when arranging seats. "

As he spoke, Yan Lingyun pointed to the seat on the left and said, "Isn't this the seat of the chief? The chief has been waiting for you for a long time. He is waiting for you to arrive!"

Yan Feng Tian laughed coldly, "But how can I count? There is one more seat missing in this fight?"

"Too little?" Other than these three heads, there were the elders from the other branches of the Yan family sitting on the left and right sides of the room. Other than these three heads, there were the elders from the Yan family sitting on the left and right side of the table.

The people below were all prepared for the juniors participating in the competition, and for them to be set up in the competition arena was also one of Yan Lingyun's painstaking efforts. The entire family's Martial Meet was very important, and some people would try their best to get a higher ranking, and if there were too many people watching, it would be easy for them to take advantage of the chaos. If there was someone in the family who wanted to get a higher ranking, they could ambush their own opponents.

To prevent this from happening, Yan Lingyun arranged seats for the juniors participating in the martial arts competition. When the martial arts competition began, the juniors took advantage of their lightness skills and entered the arena from the stands. If they didn't pass by the noisy crowd, wouldn't they be much safer?

When Yan Fengtian and Yan Qiuyu arrived, Yan Pingsheng, Yan Lingyun, the seniors from the branch and the juniors participating in the competition were all seated. Only the seat prepared for Yan Qiuyu was still empty.

Yan Feng Tian looked at the chair and said: "If this chair was prepared for me, then where does my son Qiu Yu want to stay?"

"This …" "Feng Tian, you can see that your father is the head of the group today. Next is you, me, and the other seniors from the branch, and the seats below are all prepared for the juniors participating in the martial arts competition. Qiu Yu, he …"

"My son is the son of the head of the main house. As a member of the family, can't he have a seat?"

Yan Lingyun was also a little angry. "You also know that he is the eldest young master. Do you really want this young master to sit together with father and all the elders in the clan?"

Yan Qiuyu said, "Qiuyu is the clan leader. If my son can't gain a foothold in the clan, then what face do I have to sit on that clan leader seat in fear?"

Yan Lingyun was about to reply.

"Father, Uncle." Yan Qiuyu interrupted the two, "Please don't bicker over this matter. Qiuyu has something to say."

Yan Lingyun did not make a sound, but said: "Qiuyu, just say it!"

"Qiuyu wants to participate in this clan competition!"

"What?" Not to mention others, even Yan Fengtian could not help but be shocked in his heart, "Qiuyu, are you saying that you want to... fight in the end?"

Yan Qiuyu nodded and didn't say anything.

"What a joke," Yan Lingyun snickered in his heart. "A mere trash wants to fight with the elites of the younger generation. Isn't that just asking to be humiliated?"

In the past, in the small competitions of the family, Qiu Yu had always been far away. Although he knew that he had to secretly train hard and often go out to gain experience, he had never been willing to show it in front of others. Furthermore, he had never been willing to compete with anyone.

But how could it be today?

Was it because he couldn't stand being looked down by others and wanted to have a final battle? Was it because he wanted to die, and even if he wanted to withdraw from the family stage, he wanted to retreat? Or could he not bear to see my father fall into a quarrel with my uncle because of him?

At this moment, questions filled Misty Peak's mind.

However, she heard Yan Qiuyu say, "Grandfather, father, uncle, and all the elders in the clan. But Qiu Yu went out to experience life and death experiences and has also had a fortuitous encounter. Now that her power has increased, if you want to go up on stage and verify it, please give me a chance, Elders! "

"Nonsense!" Yan Lingyun shouted, "Yan Qiuyu!"

"Nephew is here!"

"Do you know the rules of the Yan family Martial Meet?"

"Victory or defeat will be decided by the heavens!"

Yan Lingyun said, "Then do you know how low their cultivation base is among those who are preparing to participate in the martial competition?" Let me tell you, Sixth level of the Core Formation Stage! That is to say, even if you meet the weakest one, you will still be doomed. You are your father's sole child, don't you cherish your own life, and even disregard your own father? "

"Thank you for your concern, Uncle. But your nephew just said that today, your nephew will participate in the tournament and not die." "Nephew would like to request the permission of the elders." As he spoke, he looked at Yan Feng Tian.

"Alright, I'll use my status as the clan head to allow you to participate in the competition!" Yan Feng Tian said as he looked at his son's eyes with determination.

"What?" You as a father, are you crazy? "He stood up from his seat, walked up to Yan Fengtian and whispered into his ear," Feng Tian, don't be too quick. We both know what Qiu Yu is capable of, today is not an ordinary competition, it's a martial arts competition. Your wife died early, and this child is determined to never marry again.

Yan Fengtian also whispered, "Although Qiu Yu's cultivation isn't high, have you noticed one other characteristic about him?"

"What characteristics?" Yan Lingyun felt a little strange.

Yan Feng Tian said in a low voice: "That is, he never does anything he doesn't have confidence in."

Yan Lingyun's heart shook. "Don't say it, that's true. This kid never gets involved in things that he can't do. However, I always thought he was timid." "Anyway, you don't believe he'll get a place in this contest, do you?"

"It's very difficult to get a placing, but it might not result in the kind of outcome that you're talking about."

Yan Lingyun pointed towards the elders sitting in the circle, "You must think carefully. Although Yan Wu has been expelled from the Yan family, his power is still there. Look at the elders in the branch, more than half of them are his men." If the autumn rains fail and they become voters, they will certainly vote for the autumn rains out of hatred. "

When Yan Fengtian heard this, his heart trembled. He raised his head to look at his son, only to see that Yan Qiuyu's eyes were still as determined and passionate as before. He was standing proudly on the martial stage, his long robe of haughty snow and lonely plum dancing in the wind.

Yan Feng Tian suddenly had a thought. He suddenly understood. When he was in his son's room, he felt that his son was different from before. Now, he knew where it was different:

It was … imposing manner!

An imposing manner that emanated from within was like a lone mountain or a white cloud. It was arrogant and relaxed. This was the aura that came from deep within his bones.

If he hadn't gone through a baptism, he wouldn't have been able to emit such an aura.

"Could it be that Qiu Yu really experienced some sort of fortuitous encounter?" His cultivation has really improved greatly? "

Yan Feng Tian said to Yan Lingyun in a low voice, "He has already publicly requested to go up on stage, and I've also agreed to it. If I were to go back on my word, wouldn't it just cause gossip?"

These words caused Yan Lingyun to be stunned. He thought to himself, "Okay, as a father, you don't care. Then, as an uncle, what do I care?" Immediately, he sighed and nodded, "Alright!"

With that, Yan Lingyun turned to the servants below the stage and shouted, "Go, move a chair for the young master. Remember to give the young master the first place amongst the younger generation. He is the young master!" Since it's the last time, I'll let you take the lead.

"Next, I announce that the son of the clan leader, Yan Qiuyu, will be participating in the competition. Victory or death, peace!"

In Yan Lingyun's heart, what Yan Qiuyu was doing was no different from suicide.

"Thank you, uncle!" Yan Qiuyu bowed in thanks.

Not long after, the servant moved a chair over and placed it at the top of the younger generation.

Yan Qiuyu walked over, smiled at her brothers who were sitting by her side, and sat down.

Yan Feng Tian also used his martial skill and jumped up to the stands.

Yan Pingsheng, who had never spoken before, glanced at Yan Fengtian, "Feng Tian, do you really not regret doing this?"

Yan Feng Tian laughed: "Father, the result hasn't come out yet. How can you regret it?"

Yan Pingsheng also smiled and nodded, "Okay, Lingyun, everyone is here. I think we can start now."

Yan Keke nodded her head, "Yes, Father." With that, Yan Lingyun walked to the center of the square and shouted towards the audience, "Next, let me announce the start of this year's Yan Clan Martial Meet!"

In the audience, cheers rang out.

"Great, it has finally begun!"

"I can't wait."

"Who do you think will win first place in the family!"

"I think Yan Lanyue has some skill!"

"Heh, there's no precedent for girls from the Yan family to pick on others."

"That's because Yan Lanyue hasn't appeared yet!"

"I think that Yan Ba is a good guy."

"This person is valiant, lacking in sharpness, and difficult to achieve great feats!"

"If I were to say that it is a mausoleum, it must be filled with the wind of a Grandmaster."

"Calm is enough, but it's not positive enough. Many times, it's too generous!"

Everyone was talking at once, and in the end, they came up with an interesting discovery. All of the outstanding juniors they mentioned had flaws of this or that. Until now, no one had revealed their potential as a perfect leader.

In the midst of the discussion, the master of ceremonies on the stage jumped up. Clouds gathered and clouds flowed under his feet, gradually forming a series of steps. The steps led the master of ceremonies to a cloud that seemed to hang from the sky.

Those who were watching couldn't help but sigh, "Oh my god, is this the grandpa Yan Yun from the branch? His Duanyun Zong technique is getting better and better! "

The other one said, "That's right. I heard that grandpa Yan Yun's martial arts is the highest among the branch."

"What side branch? I heard that aside from the chief, he doesn't have a single rival in his entire clan!"

In the midst of the discussion, grandpa Yan Yun's sonorous voice echoed throughout the entire martial ring, "In accordance to the Patriarch's orders, the Martial Arts Competition begins!"

The audience immediately burst into an uproar.

"Silence, silence!" "This Martial Meeting is related to the selection of the three clans in two years' time. The best of the younger generation of the family will win, and the worst will be found. Those who perform too badly will be chosen by the dozens of elders of the family.

As he said that, the crowd burst into an uproar. A few of them couldn't help but say, "I think that young master Yan Qiuyu can't avoid such a fate!"

"I don't think so. You don't know this Yan Qiuyu, but she might have had some fortuitous encounters recently. Her martial arts have advanced greatly, and I heard that she defeated the best amongst the younger generation, Yan Peng!"

"What? Yan Qiuyu defeated Yan Peng?" I don't believe it! "

"I didn't believe it either, but look at today. I never planned to let Yan Qiuyu participate, and she insisted on going up to participate. If she wasn't so confident, how would she have the guts?"

"What's the big deal if we get rid of one Smoke Pengs?" "Yan Fei, Yan Jun, Yan Lanyue, Yan Ba, and Yan Ling are the most powerful younger generation in our clan."

"And that Yan Jue, he's the true strongest in the family. If he hadn't been expelled from the Yan family because of the Young Master, then the champion of the Clan Martial Meet would have definitely fallen on him."

"That's right, it's not worth it for me to give up such an expert from my race for such a good-for-nothing young master!"

"Ai, don't spout nonsense. The Martial Meeting is about to begin. Quickly, take a look!"

The people below the stage were shocked once again. On the martial ring, the younger generation of the clan stood up one after another and cupped their hands in salute. They swore that victory or defeat was determined by death, and each of them had their own destiny. The elders of the various families could not bear a grudge because of this.

After the oath, everyone sat back down.

Old Man Yan Yun announced the rules of the competition. After that, Yan Lingyun got up and said, "Next, let's begin the martial competition. The first match, Yan Jun against Yan Fei!"