Many interesting things happened during the martial arts contest to find a husband.

Time flies, and another year has passed in the blink of an eye. During this year, Zhen Nanren has truly enjoyed the finest pleasures, as the three Yuehu disciples have taken turns entertaining him!
They have a tacit understanding in their rotation: Yuehu twice a month, Tianwa six times, and Tian Xin twelve times, all of them happily enjoying themselves.
To prevent Zhen Nanren from harming his health, they have urged him to take tonics regularly, and frequently supplement their own and his bodies with rare and precious medicinal herbs.
Therefore, they are as beautiful as peach blossoms, and Zhen Nanren is as robust as a mountain.
"Sister, thank you for taking care of me all year."
"Don't mention it, we're like fish and water!"
"Indeed, sister, I'd like to ask you a few questions."
"Speak!"
"Why do you live here? How do you make a living?"
"I once killed a group of bandits and obtained a considerable amount of wealth. I can sustain myself for at least thirty years. As for why I live here, it has something to do with you."
"Please speak!"
"Has Liu Yang mentioned Cui Ji to you?"
"No!"
"That's a great humiliation for him, of course he wouldn't mention it."
She thrust more than ten times before saying, "Cui Ji is over sixty this year. Twenty years ago, she was jealous of Liu Yang and me, so she used her martial arts to defeat us.
"She restrained our bodies, trying to force herself on us. But Liu Yang firmly refused, so she cut off Liu Yang's 'treasure' with a knife before letting us go."
"Ah! So ruthless!"
"Yes!" We fought the Six Harmonies Elder to take the Six Harmonies Palm Technique in order to avenge him. In my moment of greed, I plotted to destroy the original, causing him to live in seclusion with resentment.
"Over the years, I've discovered that the Six Harmonies Palm Technique is only suitable for men to practice, and I don't want to go looking for him. So, I trained Tianwa and the other girl, along with this group of girls, to deal with Cui Ji."
"I'm sorry, I ruined your plan."
"Princess! You're wrong! You can handle those two; I'm counting on you!"
"Please give your orders!"
"After you master the Six Harmonies Palm Technique, you'll appear in the martial world under an assumed name. Your goal is to infiltrate Cui Ji's inner circle. I want you to kill her with a high-level Yin-escaping technique."
"This…" "
Princess! Do you think she's over sixty and must be a wrinkled old woman? Wrong! She takes the Longevity Pill to maintain the appearance of a young woman!"
"Really?"
"She's quite close to Dandelion; you can take advantage of that to deal with Dandelion."
"Great!"
"I'm arranging for you to approach her; don't rush."
"Thank you!" "Sister, you're so charming!" "Princess! You also use this to coax those two girls, don't you?"
"No! They're not mature enough."
"Gelu! Don't make them jealous."
"No way! They know their place!"
"Princess! Good brother, your sister will do everything in her power for you."
"Sister, thank you."
The two seemed to be enjoying a pleasant moment together.
The next day, Zhen Nanren continued to practice the Six Harmonies Palm Technique diligently during the day, while Yuehu directed fifty young women to disguise themselves and enter the Central Plains to gather information and make arrangements.
Time flew by, and during the Qingming Festival, Yuehu personally disguised Zhen Nanren as a handsome young man, then smiled and said, "Brother, you shall be named Zhen Qiang!"
"Great! Zhen Qiang, truly strong!"
"Princess! Yes, have you heard of Zhaoxian Manor?"
"Yes, I've been there! The manor lord, Hou Zhaoxian, is a man of wide influence and very hospitable!"
"He has decided to hold a martial arts contest to find a husband for his daughter, Chuchu, starting on June 1st. Anyone between the ages of twenty and thirty can participate. You should go and enjoy some good fortune!"
"This... what about you?"
"Of course, I will secretly bring people to meet you. Remember this gesture."
As she spoke, the tip of her left index finger touched the tip of her thumb.
Zhen Nanren followed suit, making a small circle with his fingers and saying, "Like this?"
"Yes! If the middle finger is pressed against the thumb, it means it's urgent. You should try to meet with the other party."
"Yes!"
"You should pretend to be a disciple of the Six Harmonies Elder, because he never accepted a successor in his life." " Yes!"
"This is your false identity; remember it."
Saying this, she handed him a piece of paper.
Zhen Nanren looked at it three times, then handed it back, saying, "Quite simple."
Yue Gu crumpled the paper, saying, "The news of the marriage proposal has spread throughout the martial arts world. Dandelion and Cui Ji will definitely send people to the scene. You should show off your charm!"
"Okay!"
"In short, act according to the situation, and we will cooperate with you."
"Thank you. How should I accompany you?"
"We will arrange it. Let's have a meal!"
The two immediately and happily took the food and wine.
Soon, she sat on his lap, and the two played and drank.
An hour and a half later, the two finally finished their game.
"Brother, don't forget the old for the new!"
"No way! The new one is too green, not fun at all!"
"Gege! You're an expert."
The two then chatted affectionately.
Jinling, since ancient times, has been a political, economic, and military stronghold. Jinling's scenery and historical sites attract crowds, making it bustling all year round.
In May, Jinling is sunny and breezy, attracting even more tourists.
In particular, the martial arts contest at Zhaoxianzhuang attracted a large number of martial arts figures. They were naturally bold and generous, and the owners and waiters of all the shops in Jinling made a fortune!
At noon on May 24, Zhen Nanren, dressed in a blue silk hero's outfit, appeared in front of the gate of Zhaoxianzhuang, immediately attracting the envious eyes of two young gatekeepers.
Zhen Nanren smiled and walked to the notice board on the side to read the contents.
Soon, as he reached the gate, a young man greeted him with a smile, "Welcome!"
Zhen Nanren smiled and nodded, "How can I register for the martial arts competition?"
"Please follow me."
As he entered the gate, he observed the scene. There were six tables and chairs on each side of the passageway, with two young men standing beside each table, assisting those registering.
The young man leading the way smiled and said, "Please register here, sir!"
"Thanks!"
He stepped forward, and one of the young men greeted him, "Welcome, please take a seat."
As soon as he sat down, he immediately picked up a pen and wrote down his name, age, place of origin, and sect. When he wrote "Liuhe Laoren" (Six Harmonies Elder), the two young men paused, then exchanged a glance.
He put down his pen and smiled, "Is that all?"
"Yes! Please follow me to the guest room to rest."
"Thanks! I've already checked in. The competition is on the first of next month,
isn't it?" "Yes! Please come to our manor a day in advance to arrange the competition and understand the format and procedures."
"Alright! Have some tea!" With a "clatter," two gold ingots were placed on the table.
"Thank you so much for your generous gift, sir!"
He laughed heartily and headed towards the gate.
He tossed another gold ingot to the young man who had led the way before leaving.
He returned to the inn for a meal before setting out.
With ample time, he strolled leisurely.
For five consecutive days, he wandered among famous historical sites.
On the morning of May 30th, Zhen Nanren happily arrived at Zhaoxian Manor. The young man who had previously rewarded him immediately bowed obsequiously, saying, "May you draw an auspicious number, sir."
"Haha! Thank you!"
he said, immediately handing over another gold ingot.
The young man thanked him repeatedly, saying, "I will lead the way for you, sir, please!"
He then led the way with a smile.
Zhaoxian Manor was spacious and luxurious, every plant and tree meticulously designed. Zhen Nanren, of humble origins, couldn't help but secretly admire and envy it. Inside the manor, many people were talking quietly or standing in the shadows, most of them young men. Zhen Nanren understood that they were all participating in the martial arts contest to find a husband, and he continued walking with a smile.
Soon, the young man led him into the hall and said, "Young master, this is the place for drawing lots. You can choose any of these seats. Please!"
"Thanks!"
As soon as the young man left, Zhen Nanren looked around.
The hall was quite spacious, with six or seven hundred seats arranged, yet it didn't feel crowded.
Zhen Nanren sat down in the center of the first row. He saw melon seeds and candies on the table, so he crossed his legs and leisurely cracked some melon seeds.
Soon, two young men quickly entered. Zhen Nanren glanced at them, and the man on his right came forward and said, "Young master, would you mind changing seats?"
"Changing seats? Are the seats assigned?"
"Master Hou treats everyone equally and has not assigned seats."
"Am I not worthy to sit in this seat?"
"Not at all. Young master, would you allow my young master to sit here?"
"There's no need for that."
"Do you know my young master?"
As he spoke, he handed over a waist token.
Zhen Nanren didn't even glance at the waist badge and immediately said, "I don't recognize him!"
"My lord is 'Young Master Jade Fan'."
"I don't recognize him!"
"Does Young Master know the Five Fans Manor?"
"No!"
"I'm willing to exchange one hundred taels of silver for this seat, how about it?"
"Am I only worth one hundred taels of silver?"
"Please don't misunderstand, Young Master!"
"Enough! Leave me alone!"
The two young men had no choice but to leave
dejectedly. Soon, the young men entered the hall in twos and threes. They paused for a moment when they saw someone cracking melon seeds at the head of the table, then took their seats and whispered
among themselves. Shortly after, a middle-aged man led twelve young men into the hall. The middle-aged man immediately introduced himself: "I am Hou Chengjie, the esteemed steward of our manor. Welcome, gentlemen."
Immediately, many young men bowed obsequiously, saying, "Greetings, Steward."
Zhen Nanren merely nodded slightly and continued eating his snacks. Hou Chengjie then led the twelve young men to greet them at the entrance of the hall.
The young men filed in, and to maintain their composure and observe the scene, they all sat towards the back, leaving only Zhen Nanren in the first six rows.
Soon, groups of prominent young men entered, glancing at Zhen Nanren before politely bowing and offering him their seats.
After a brief period of lively conversation, they finally took their seats.
However, Zhen Nanren remained alone in the first row for only a short while before Steward Hou cheerfully called out, "Young Master Zhu!" He immediately bowed and clasped his hands in greeting.
A "Nice to meet you!" followed by a handsome young man leading nine others. After exchanging greetings, Steward Zhu accompanied them to the first row.
The handsome young man was not only good-looking, but his attire was even more so. His appearance immediately silenced the hall, and all eyes were on him.
He, however, only looked at Zhen Nanren.
Zhen Nanren, however, nonchalantly placed the melon rind into an empty plate.
Steward Hou smiled obsequiously, "Young Master Zhu, gentlemen, please!"
The handsome young man immediately sat to Zhen Nanren's right.
The remaining nine men then took their seats in order.
Steward Hou stepped onto the stage and said, "On behalf of the Master, I would like to extend a warm welcome to all of you gentlemen."
He immediately bowed in a circular gesture.
The crowd responded with enthusiastic applause.
"Thank you, gentlemen. Before the Master meets you, I would like to explain the rules of the competition for your reference.
"The purpose of this martial arts contest is to select husbands for the young ladies of our manor. The competition is divided into four rounds: preliminary, semi-final, final, and grand final."
"In short, the preliminary, semi-final, and final rounds will all be elimination rounds; those who lose will be disqualified from advancing. The grand final will use a round-robin scoring system."
"To save time, starting tomorrow, twenty-four gentlemen will compete simultaneously on the twelve fighting platforms on the right side of our manor. After the winners are announced, another group will take their place."
"Please draw your numbers shortly. Since there are 820 people, please don't hesitate to draw your numbers directly. Don't waste time with formalities."
Two young men immediately carried a large red box to the front of the table.
Then, six young men took their books and sat down behind six tables.
Manager Hou said, "My master has already prepared 820 numbered slips, which I have placed in the box. Please draw your numbers in the order of your registration." As he
spoke, he took out ten paper bags from under the table.
The two young men immediately poured the crumpled paper from the bags into the large box.
Manager Hou washed and rubbed the box for a while before letting go.
One of the young men immediately said, "Please invite Young Master Hong to draw your number. Young Master Chi and Young Master Xu, please prepare."
Immediately, three young men came out with smiles.
After the first young man drew a slip of paper with the number 125 on it, Steward Hou immediately smiled and said, "Congratulations!
Please take a seat, young master!"
The young men in the manor immediately wrote 125 fives in red ink on the register.
The young men then smoothly lined up to draw numbers in this way.
Half an hour later, Zhen Nanren stepped forward and drew a number, which surprised everyone. The handsome young man even frowned.
Zhen Nanren laughed and immediately returned to his seat.
After another half hour, everyone had drawn their numbers. Steward Hou smiled and said, "Please wait a moment, everyone. I will go and invite our manor lord to come out and meet you."
With that, he immediately left.
The young men immediately carried the red box and the register.
Soon, Steward Hou accompanied a handsome middle-aged man into the hall. The young men immediately stood up and applauded, but Zhen Nanren remained seated.
This handsome middle-aged man was none other than Hou Zhaoxian, the renowned patriarch of Paixian Manor, known throughout the land. He greeted everyone with a smile and a cupped-hand salute before stepping to the front of the stage and saying, "Gentlemen, please take your seats."
The young men smiled and took their seats.
Hou Zhaoxian continued, "First of all, I thank you all for supporting this martial arts contest to choose a husband. Your enthusiastic participation has far exceeded my expectations.
Our manor has always cultivated good relationships, and besides choosing a husband, we also wish to make friends with you all, for you are all outstanding young talents."
"This event has invited twelve renowned martial arts masters to serve as referees. They will certainly be the fairest judges, so please rest assured, gentlemen.
The matches should be conducted with restraint, avoiding bloodshed and preventing any unpleasantness from arising. I do not wish to gain a son-in-law at the expense of more friends.
Starting tomorrow at Chenshi (7-9 AM), the matches will proceed intensively according to the numbers you drew. Please cooperate with our manor to ensure the success of this grand event.
" Steward Hou asked, "Do any of you gentlemen have any questions?"
Immediately, someone stood up and asked, "Will the draw be repeated for the semi-finals?"
"Yes! I would like to add that, to save time, there will be twelve arenas for the matches tomorrow, each numbered from - to 12."
"Young Master Zhen and Young Master He have drawn numbers one and two, respectively. They will compete on stage one. Numbers twenty-five and twenty-six, forty-nine and fifty, and seventy-three and seventy-four will wait in front of stage one.
"In another hour, the order and location of your competitions will be announced at the main gate. You may go and take a look. Do any of you have any questions?"
A hush fell over the crowd.
Zhen Nanren asked, "May I ask Miss Hou to meet everyone?"
Many were taken aback by this audacious suggestion!
Hou Zhaoxian smiled and said, "My daughter will meet you at the luncheon."
Steward Hou asked, "Do any of you have any questions?"
After a moment of silence, Hou Zhaoxian said, "Please rest a while before taking your seats!"
With that, she smiled
and stepped down from the stage. The young men immediately stood up to see her off.
Zhen Nanren sat in his chair eating snacks.
A short while later, Steward Hou smiled and said, "Please rest a while before taking your seats!" "
With that, he left immediately.
Zhen Nanren stood up and left as well.
The young men in the hall immediately criticized his rudeness and arrogance.
Zhen Nanren heard it but ignored it and strolled around the manor.
Zhaoxian Manor was built against the mountain and beside the lake. It covered an area of more than two acres and had many magnificent houses. After strolling around for a while, Zhen Nanren went to the right side to look at the arena.
Twelve high platforms were built, which were very tall and majestic. They were built around the perimeter, and there were seven or eight thousand benches in the center, which could accommodate at least twenty thousand spectators!
As soon as Zhen Nanren returned to the gate, the young man immediately said, "Young master, please take your seat!"
He said, "Thank you!" "Enter the manor immediately."
Soon, he entered the spacious and well-maintained dining room, where the young men were already seated, and Steward Hou was gesturing for twelve elders to sit at the central table.
Seeing an empty seat on the right side of the main table, he immediately went over with a smile.
Zhaoxian Manor attached great importance to this banquet; Hou Zhaoxian not only entertained the martial arts participants but also arranged for twelve referees and important figures from the manor to attend, making the occasion extremely grand.
The central seats were traditionally considered more prestigious, so the young men dared not sit there. Zhen Nanren's seating immediately drew considerable displeasure and dissatisfaction.
However, they all maintained their composure and endured it.
Zhen Nanren nodded to the seven middle-aged men at his table and then smiled as he admired the tableware.
The table was entirely made of silver, a display of wealth and a potential test for poison; Zhaoxian Manor was indeed extraordinary.
Soon after, Hou Zhaoxian and his wife, along with a young man and a young woman, entered in turn.
Zhen Nanren glanced at the young woman and immediately thought, "So beautiful. No wonder so many people participated in the martial arts competition."
He immediately looked at Hou Zhaoxian and said, "This man has quite the presence!" Soon
after, Hou Zhaoxian took his seat and immediately stood up, saying, "Welcome, gentlemen, to this martial arts contest for marriage. This is just a simple meal; please accept it."
With that, he took his seat.
Everyone ate in silence.
The seven men at the table with Zhen Nanren were those Hou Zhaoxian had hired to work in the manor, handling both civil and military affairs. They were deeply impressed by his boldness in sharing the table with them.
Zhen Nanren, however, ate with composure and ease.
After the meal, Hou Zhaoxian introduced twelve elders, all from various sects. Since they would be referees the next day, the young men paid them considerable attention.
Hou Zhaoxian emphasized the fairness and harmony of the contest before leaving with everyone and the twelve referees. The young men also left in groups.
After the seven men at the table with Zhen Nanren had left, he began to walk away when a burly young man approached and said, "Brother, who are you? You're too arrogant!" "
Zhen Nanren smiled and said, "My name is Zhen Qiang. I don't quite understand the meaning of 'big shot'?"
"You've been in first place twice today, so you're being arrogant."
"Why didn't you take first place?"
"I know etiquette, I observe etiquette, unlike you who are arrogant, ignorant, and rude!"
"It's a matter of opinion. I don't think I'm wrong!"
"Hmph! Don't force me to beat you up."
Zhen Nanren laughed, "Don't hurt our friendship. Have you forgotten what the master said earlier?"
"Damn it! If you have the guts, let's go outside."
"Don't rush. As long as you have the guts and haven't been eliminated, we can meet on the dueling platform sooner or later. Then, we can have some fun, how about it?"
"Okay, I, Qin Feng, will definitely beat you up. " "
With that, he stood there with a stern face.
Zhen Nanren smiled at the people nearby and immediately left.
The group of people, however, gave him cold looks!
As soon as Zhen Nanren left the restaurant, he went straight away from Zhaoxian Manor. He wanted to find out the extent of others' dissatisfaction with him, so he went directly back to the inn to rest.
Unexpectedly, the young men, for the sake of their manners, did not disturb him!
The next morning at the hour of Mao, Zhen Nanren arrived at Zhaoxian Manor and saw that the list of participants, their order, and the venue for the martial arts competition was already posted on the bulletin board to the right of the gate.
He looked at his name at the top of the list and couldn't help but smile and think, "Heaven has given me number one. I must win. I must make a name for myself."
He immediately entered the manor with a smile.
He was greeted by Steward Hou, who said, "Young Master Zhen, please wait in the hall for a moment. We will enter together later!"
"Please!" As soon as Zhen
Nanren entered the hall, he saw that many people were already seated. Each chair back had a red paper with a number written on it in black ink.
He immediately sat down in chair number one.
Soon after, a young man in heroic attire sat in chair number one. He glared at Zhen Nanren and immediately said in a deep voice, "Brother Feng wants me to teach you a lesson first."
"Qin Feng?"
"That's right!"
"If you beat me up, he won't have a chance to beat me up, what will happen then?"
"Liangban, you'll be feeding the fish in the river!"
"So fierce! Which faction are you from?"
"I'm a disciple of Qingcheng."
"Oh! You're Little Bull Nose!"
"Damn it! You want a beating?"
"Don't get excited, keep your voice down, let's go up on stage and have a good fight!"
"Damn it! I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"
Immediately, Qin Feng walked over and said, "Kid, you better watch out."
Zhen Nanren smiled and said, "Maintain your composure, please sit back down!"
Qin Feng gave a cold snort and immediately returned to his seat.
Soon after, Steward Hou entered and said, "Everyone knows the arena, right?"
"Yes!"
"The place is already packed with people! All of you young masters, show your skills! Please!"
Zhen Nanren immediately rose and followed.
The others followed in order.
As they approached the arena, a burst of firecrackers rang out at the entrance. Zhen Nanren's heart leaped with excitement, and a smile immediately appeared on his lips.
Upon entering, they saw that the benches in front of the stage were already full, and thunderous applause erupted. Zhen Nanren raised his hands, smiling as he walked and greeted the crowd.
Twelve young women immediately guided them to the arena.
Seventy seats were neatly arranged in front of the arena. Zhen Nanren waved to the crowd before happily taking his seat and enjoying his tea.
After they were seated, Hou Zhaoxian stepped onto the first arena and said, "Welcome everyone! Time is precious. Please invite the twelve referees to the stage!"
The twelve elders immediately each ascended a stage.
Hou Zhaoxian smiled and said, "Please invite young masters number one and twenty-four to the stage!"
Zhen Nanren stood up and went up on stage with the young man.
The young man's showy flip landing immediately earned a round of applause.
The middle-aged man sitting next to the old man immediately said, "Zhen Qiang versus Zhu Ronghai, begin!"
Zhu Ronghai drew his sword, and Zhen Nanren immediately said, "Don't rush, first bow to the referee, then greet everyone, and we'll proceed with courtesy before fighting!"
"Alright!"
The two immediately bowed to the referee and the audience.
They exchanged a cupped-hand salute, and Zhu Ronghai immediately shouted, "Where are your weapons?"
Zhen Nanren patted his hand and said, "These are them."
"Good, make your move!"
"You make your move! Weren't you impatient?"
"Alright, take this!"
"Whoosh!" Three sword strikes, carrying a burst of energy, swept in.
Zhen Nanren smiled slightly and immediately dodged to the right.
Zhu Ronghai immediately launched a series of attacks.
The Qingcheng Sect's "Chaotic Cloak Sword Technique" is known for its speed. Zhu Ronghai's advance was rapid, so the stage was immediately filled with flashing sword light and the sound of swords whistling.
Zhen Nanren, however, dodged like a drifting catkin.
After a rapid attack, Zhu Ronghai shouted, "Why aren't you fighting back?"
"Didn't you want to beat me up? I'll grant your wish."
"Damn it! You're really asking for it!"
With that, he immediately launched a full-force attack.
Zhen Nanren dodged while saying, "Too bad, just a little bit short, keep going."
Zhu Ronghai attacked fiercely, and Zhen Nanren criticized and instructed him fiercely, making the scene quite interesting. Before long, the eyes of 20,000 to 30,000 people were all focused on the first dueling stage!
Zhu Ronghai attacked three more times, but still couldn't touch the hem of his opponent's clothes. He sensed something was wrong, but he had already mounted the tiger, and he had to grit his teeth and charge forward!
Zhen Nanren laughed, "Are you willing but unable?"
"All you can do is dodge?"
"I'm afraid you can't handle it!"
"Damn it! Attack!"
"Alright!
Watch out!" With a "whoosh," he flashed in front of Zhu Ronghai and immediately launched three attacks. Zhu Ronghai swung his sword to dodge, barely managing to evade to the right.
Zhen Nanren casually flicked his wrist, immediately striking Zhu Ronghai's "laughing point."
Zhu Ronghai staggered three steps, then laughed loudly, "Kid, hahaha...you...hahaha!"
He then laughed madly as he raised his sword to strike.
Immediately, the old man shouted, "Zhen Qiang wins."
Zhen Nanren dodged to the right and then deflected Zhu Ronghai's "laughing point" with a backhand.
Zhu Ronghai groaned and immediately swung his sword back.
Zhen Nanren held the sword between his fingers and said, "Maintain your composure."
"You...you...I'll kill you!"
Immediately, the old man shouted, "The outcome is decided, please!"
Zhen Nanren released his grip and bowed to the old man and the people below the stage.
He smiled calmly and cupped his hands to Zhu Ronghai,
saying, "Don't take up other people's time." With that, he strode off the stage.
The sixty or seventy people sitting in front of the stage waiting for their turn to fight immediately looked at him with complicated expressions, because his martial arts skills had greatly shattered their confidence!
The audience, however, applauded enthusiastically.
He waved his hand and immediately took his seat.
Zhu Ronghai left the stage in a huff as soon as he stepped off.
Youths number twenty-five and twenty-six immediately rushed onto the stage.
After bowing, they immediately attacked with their swords.
Zhen Nanren watched for a while, then looked away, uninterested.
The youths on the other ten fighting stages were still fiercely battling. Their skill levels were all similar, so they had fought to this point without a clear winner.
Zhen Nanren thought to himself, "Damn! At this rate, the preliminary rounds will take at least ten days, the semi-finals another five days, the finals two or three days, and the grand finals will be dragged out for twenty days!"
He then leisurely enjoyed the spectacle.
Sitting at the ninth dueling platform, the Jade Fan Prince meticulously studied Zhen Nanren's movements, for he now considered Zhen Nanren his only formidable rival!
That morning, thirty-six groups were decided. At noon, Steward Hou immediately invited them to the main hall for lunch. Zhen Nanren, as always, sat arrogantly at the central table.
After lunch, Steward Hou announced, "Those who participated in the competition are free to move around. However, gentlemen numbered 13 to 200 must attend to avoid being eliminated due to lack of skill."
With that, he left with a smile.
Zhen Nanren, unwilling to waste time with Zhu Ronghai's chatter, still went to the dueling arena.
He was secretly pleased by these flattering words!
As the evening approached, the twenty-fourth person went up to the platform for another duel. On the fifth platform, a Beggar Clan disciple wielding a dog-beating stick was facing off against a young man with a spear. Zhen Nanren immediately became very interested.
The young man with the spear displayed a style of "Yang Family Spear Technique," using his spear with all his might, overwhelming the Beggar Clan disciple with only parries and dodges.
Zhen Nanren meticulously practiced his moves, mimicking the actions of the young Beggar Clan member.
Soon, the Beggar Clan disciple was struck by a spear and staggered back.
"I admit it!"
"Brilliant!" Both exchanged greetings and immediately stepped down from the platform.
Zhen Nanren, already having a plan, smiled.
At dusk, he saw a burly man attacking a sword-wielding youth with a hammer. The two exchanged blows, immediately catching Zhen Nanren's attention.
They fought for nearly half an hour when the burly man suddenly veered off course, delivering a sweeping shoulder strike. The youth, having just been stabbed in the shoulder, immediately realized something was wrong!
As the youth tried to retreat, a hammer struck his right rib.
The burly man laughed, immediately withdrawing his hammer and standing upright.
Zhen Nanren chuckled inwardly, "Utterly clumsy, utterly vulgar!"
As soon as it got dark, Steward Hou immediately announced a truce.
Zhen Nanren calmly followed him into the hall for a meal and then checked into his guest room.
He guessed that Zhu Laihai and his relatives would be waiting for him at the inn. He didn't want to cause trouble at this time; he wanted to retaliate. Therefore, he stayed at Zhaoxian Manor.
For six consecutive days, Zhen Nanren observed the matches and stayed at Zhaoxian Manor. He noticed people watching him from time to time, and judging that they wouldn't dare to act recklessly,
he calmly observed the matches. That morning, he finally witnessed the fan techniques of the Jade Fan Prince, and he couldn't help but watch intently.
The person sparring with the Jade Fan Prince was a disciple of Diancang Sect. He used his full strength to unleash the "Azure Eagle Sword Technique," but his cultivation couldn't fully utilize the Diancang Sect's "signature sword technique." In
contrast, the Jade Fan Prince's movements were like flowing clouds, and his fan attacks were like lightning. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Diancang disciple was immediately hit by a fan and surrendered with his sword.
He immediately bowed happily after stepping down from the stage and took his seat.
Zhen Nanren said, "Little Caster, it seems I've already won!"
The next morning, all the preliminary matches ended, and everyone immediately returned to the hall for a meal.
After the meal... The four hundred and ten winners immediately drew lots.
Wow, that's really strange! Zhen Nanren drew first and surprisingly drew number one again! He laughed heartily, while the others were taken aback!
The Jade Fan Prince even frowned.
In less than half an hour, all four hundred and ten had drawn lots. After Steward Hou obtained their consent, numbers one through twenty-four immediately ascended the dueling platform.
The rest took their seats in order.
Zhen Nanren's opponent was a Beggar Clan disciple. He raised his Dog-Beating Stick and immediately attacked, but Zhen Nanren calmly dodged and defended.
After enduring three rounds of attacks, he suddenly raised his left palm, immediately grabbing the Dog-Beating Stick, and with a swift cut of his right hand, severed his opponent's wrist.
As soon as the beggar's stick left his hand, the other party immediately exclaimed, "Brilliant!"
Zhen Nanren shoved the stick back in and immediately smiled and bowed, saying, "Excuse me!"
The old man immediately shouted, "Zhen Qiang has won."
Zhen Nanren bowed and then smiled as he stepped down from the stage and took his seat.
He then leisurely continued to watch the match.
Just then, the notice board beside the gate posted the list of participants for the semi-finals, and the young man guarding the gate immediately stepped forward and said, "Young Master Zhen has won again, truly impressive!"
Many people immediately nodded in agreement.
Zhu Rongliu, however, gritted his teeth in the distance. On the morning of the fourth day, as soon as the semi-finals ended, the 205 winners immediately entered the hall to draw lots. The Jade Fan Prince immediately said, "I have an objection."
Steward Hou smiled and said, "Please speak!"
"It's not appropriate for Young Master Zhen to draw lots first."
"What objection does Young Master Zhen have?"
Zhen Nanren smiled and said, "I don't need to participate, right? Anyway, there's one more person!"
Qin Feng immediately shouted, "No! What right do you have to do this?"
"Haha! Young Master Zhu is talking nonsense, so I'll talk nonsense too!"
The Jade Fan Prince said calmly, "How could I talk nonsense? Everyone has already tolerated you so much!"
"Alright! I'll draw last, are you satisfied now?"
"Hmph!"
Steward Hou took out a piece of paper and said, "The person who draws this blank paper can advance without competing."
Everyone immediately nodded in agreement.
Steward Hou then placed the blank paper and the other papers in a box and shook it.
Soon, the Jade Fan Prince drew first. When he saw that he had drawn number 44, he was startled!
Zhen Nanren smiled and thought, "Hmph! Who's destined to draw number one?"
After the youths finished drawing their numbers, Zhen Nanren laughed and said, "Haha! I wasn't wrong, was I? Even the heavens think I can advance for free!"
Steward Hou opened the box and picked up the only slip of paper, saying, "Young Master Zhen is exempt from the general entrance exam."
Zhen Nanren couldn't help but laugh heartily!
The youths were immediately taken aback!
Steward Hou smiled and said, "Please, everyone, have your meal!"
Zhen Nanren laughed heartily and took the lead towards the dining room.
Those who hadn't been selected were too embarrassed to eat, so Zhen Nanren and the other 205 people ate quietly with Hou Zhaoxian and his son, as well as the twelve judges.
Suddenly, Zhu Ronghai entered and protested, "I protest! Zhen Qiang shouldn't have been exempted from the competition and advanced!"
Steward Hou smiled and said, "Sorry! This is the result of the draw."
"I doubt the fairness of the draw; he shouldn't always draw first."
"Sorry! Young Master Zhen was the last one to go."
"Really?"
Qin Feng nodded, "Steward Hou is right!"
Zhu Ronghai immediately blushed, bowed, and left.
Zhen Nanren had been calmly eating his meal, and now he was quietly chewing his food. Hou Zhaoxian was secretly pleased and said, "He's so composed. It's wonderful to have such a son-in-law!"
After the meal, Zhen Nanren returned to his room to rest.
Around noon, he sat down again to watch the battle.
Half an hour later, the Jade Fan Prince and the Hammer-Wielding Strongman exchanged
blows. The battle between the two, one forceful and the other gentle, immediately attracted the attention of Zhen Nanren and many others present. This time, the strongman no longer smashed wildly; he tightly guarded his defenses, while the Jade Fan Prince's moves continued to penetrate and attack like mercury.
Half an hour later, the Jade Fan Prince had firmly gained the upper hand. The burly man, knowing defeat was inevitable, still relentlessly swung his hammer, preventing the Jade Fan Prince from gaining the upper hand.
Forced to unleash his ultimate technique, "Whirlwind Sandstorm," the burly man's
powerful fan-shaped attack swept across
the ground, throwing the man into disarray. "Crack!" The burly man was struck on the right shoulder, immediately withdrawing his hammer and exclaiming, "Brilliant!"
"You flatter me!"
The two bowed and left the stage together.
Zhen Nanren immediately closed his eyes, recalling the Jade Fan Prince's moves.
That afternoon, he completely immersed himself in the Jade Fan Prince's techniques.
For two consecutive days, after meals, he practiced the moves in his room.
That afternoon, as soon as the finals ended, one hundred and two people emerged victorious.
Zhen Nanren was practicing his moves in his room when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. "I am Hou Zhaoxian."
"Please come in, Master."
Hou Zhaoxian entered and said with a smile, "The finals are over!"
"How fast! The grand finals will start tomorrow, right?"
"That's right! To save time, I would like to ask you a question, young master." "You flatter me! Please give your instructions, Master." "
I plan to hold three more elimination rounds, followed by a round-robin tournament with thirteen people. What do you think?"
"Good idea, I agree!"
"Thank you! What are your thoughts, young master?"
"No, your manor has made all the arrangements!"
"Very good, sorry to bother you!"
"I don't deserve it!" "
Please come to the hall for a chat in half an hour."
"Yes!"
Hou Zhaoxian left, and Zhen Nanren drank tea and practiced his internal energy.
Half an hour later, as soon as he entered the hall, he saw that the Jade Fan Prince and the others were already seated. Steward Hou pointed to the empty chair in the center, and he immediately sat down with a smile.
Manager Hou said, "There are currently 103 entries. One person will inevitably be promoted without competing. To ensure fairness, we will still arrange a blank draw."
As he spoke, he took out a blank sheet of paper.
The crimson exclamation mark on the paper indicated that Zhen Nanren had drawn number - again.
The Jade Fan Prince couldn't help but think, "If he's not number one, then he's getting a free upgrade. Is Heaven truly favoring him? No, I must get Hou Peiyi."
Steward Hou smiled and said, "The competition will continue tomorrow morning. Please, gentlemen, rest!"
Zhen Nanren immediately left the hall with a smile.
Zhu Ronghai greeted him, saying, "Boy, do you dare leave the manor?"
"I disdain your bloody battle!"
"Are you scared?"
"After the competition, I'll keep you company."
"Hmph! You think you can rely on Zhaoxian Manor to back you up!"
"Don't try to provoke me. As a disciple, you should be mindful of your words and actions."
"Our sect will seek justice for me. Do you dare to come?"
"I dare, but the time isn't ripe yet."
"Hmph! To be honest, you're just afraid of me."
"I won't fall for your provocation. Excuse me!"
With that, he walked to the left front.
Zhu Ronghai dodged to block his way: "Your bundle is about to be thrown out of the inn!"
"A few sets of smelly clothes, I don't need them!"
"You...you really won't come out with me?"
"The time isn't right, excuse me!"
With a "whoosh!" he had already vanished eight zhang away.
Zhu Ronghai gritted his teeth and reluctantly left.
Zhen Nanren returned to his room and silently began practicing his internal energy.

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