sjar Chapter 398 Drawing Lots
Chapter 398 Drawing Lots
As the backbone of the team, Yu Qing remained calm.
"I have already written a letter to His Majesty, and His Majesty has decided to send the Azure Blood Dragon Crystal Ginseng over by express courier. It should arrive in the next day or two."
"Azure Blood Dragon Crystal Ginseng?"
Nangong Xiaoyi was surprised for a moment, then clicked his tongue in admiration, "His Majesty is benevolent. With this, Ami should be able to hold on for a little longer!"
That's some good stuff.
Yu Qing turned around and said, "I'll remind you again, you are not allowed to go out without permission these next few days, understand?"
Qinghe nodded, "Yes."
Nangong Xiaoyi picked at his ear, feigning impatience. "I know, I know~ Teacher, you've said it countless times..."
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At 7:45 AM, the individual competition continued.
After Bu Feisheng of Merkes Academy was defeated by Feng Siyue, he was too badly injured to participate in the revival competition.
Ironically, five of Dai Jiaren and other disciples from Merkes Academy managed to make it into the top 100.
The number of players remaining on the field is:
Qingli Academy: 15 people.
The Royal Academy has a total of 15 members.
Xianlin Academy: 12 people.
Glass Academy: 9 people.
Muxian Academy: 7 people.
Pilgrimage Academy: 5 people.
Merkes College: 5 people.
War Puppet Sect: 1 person.
The rest are all disciples of sects: 7 from Taiqing Sword Sect, which ranks first in Qinghe Luozhou; 3 from Furong Palace; 4 from Qianjin Sect; and 4 from Feishuang Pavilion.
An hour later, a new round of elimination matches began.
Eighty-seven people were drawn into two opposing teams, with substitutes allowed to play. Each substitute could only play once; if they lost, they were eliminated, and if they won, they would advance to the next round's bench.
The golden sphere floated in the air, with forty-four rays of light flashing around it.
The supervisor knows Ye's improvement is high.
"Names are randomly sorted from 1 to 44, and then randomly drawn from 45 to 87. Those not selected will have a bye!"
Just pick?
It all comes down to luck.
"17."
Feng Siyue reached out her hand.
A ball of light representing 17 appeared in her hand.
Feng Siyue opened it, "Qingli Academy, Fu Yunshan".
At the same time, on a huge stone tablet near the main arena in the square, the words "No. 17 Fu Yunshan of Qingli Academy vs. No. 51 Wushanghuan of Chaosheng Academy" appeared.
Then, rows of battle information were refreshed.
The information displayed on the stone tablet was also projected into the sky above the plaza by the elders of Qingli Academy, so that participating disciples could view it at any time.
The Qingli Academy's competition seat is located to the lower left of the main competition area, which is the closest position to the stands.
"Senior Brother Yunshan, aren't you worried about facing the Spirit Emperor?"
A boy dressed in a light blue school uniform popped his head out and jokingly patted the young man in the seat in front of him.
The young man had distinct features, long hair tied up with a golden crown, and an air of unbridled freedom.
Hearing his friend's teasing, he smiled.
"The word 'lose' doesn't exist in my dictionary. So what if I'm a Spirit Emperor? Who isn't a Spirit Emperor?"
The boy, named Ji Zile, raised his left eyebrow upon hearing this. "Oh, Senior Brother Yunshan, are you secretly 'getting extra help' behind our backs again? How can you improve without me?"
"you?"
The young man said with disdain,
"I meditate at dawn, are you asleep at dawn?"
Ji Zile, looking like a good buddy, climbed onto his shoulder and said, "Hey~ Senior Brother Yunshan, I don't know if you've ever heard the saying, 'A reasonable cultivation method can achieve twice the result with half the effort.'"
"I'm lazy, so I'm happy with getting twice the result with half the effort. I'm not going to compare myself to you people who get twice the result with half the effort and work so hard."
Who wants to compare themselves to this monster?
Fu Yunshan slapped his hand away, exposing his pretense with a single sentence, "Not want to compete? If you want to be tempered by the dean, just say so. There's no need to slack off."
The boy shook his head repeatedly, "That's not necessary."
"laugh."
"Stop dawdling. Let's see who you can pick. If you choose someone from the Royal Academy, let's see how you cry then."
Ji Zile scoffed, "How could that be?"
He glanced at the remaining numbers on the field and said,
"44."
The note flew into the boy's hand, and he opened it.
“Pilgrimage Academy, Mi’er.”
Ji Zile raised an eyebrow.
"Are we all so lucky? We didn't meet in the first few rounds, but in the final we met twice."
Fu Yunshan pondered for a moment, then said in a deliberately serious tone, "It seems we might have to stop here."
Ji Zile pushed him in dissatisfaction, "Senior Brother Yunshan, don't boost others' morale and diminish our own! It's not certain who will win or lose yet!"
Yan Nanfei opened the note in his hand.
"Morkes Academy, Dai Jiaren."
She clenched her hands slightly.
Merkes Academy... I won't let anyone get away with this.
Beside him, the boy sighed dramatically, "Oh dear, why do I have to fight that puppeteer?"
Yan Nanfei turned around and asked, "Pian Zi, are you fighting with Mu Li?"
Pian Zi nodded, looking at the note in her hand with a headache. "I was hoping to make a living, but it seems I can't now. Am I going to be ousted this time?"
Sang Qiu looked at him, "Why don't you switch with me?"
Pian Zi seemed somewhat intrigued. "Who are you?"
"Royal Academy, Qinghe."
Pian Zi immediately turned her head and said, "Suddenly I find Mu Li pleasing to the eye."
Qinghe, as the future emperor of Qinghe Luozhou, is a force to be reckoned with.
It is said that he has an exceptionally strong talent and reached the ninth level of the Spirit King at the age of eighteen. He is one of the most likely young people in the contemporary generation to enter the Chaoyang Holy Palace.
Fighting him is not as good as fighting Mu Li, at least Mu Li doesn't seem as good as Qing He.
Sang Qiu: "..."