On a bright morning, in the courtyard, He Yi spoke to the twenty selectors.

"The rules of the primary selection are very simple. You will choose two opponents by drawing lots, and then use a duel to present your cultivation results over the past two weeks. Five observers will give you scores based on your cultivation talent and combat talent. Additionally, the most hidden points will be added up, and the top ten final scores will pass the preliminary selection."

As He Yi finished speaking, the lower-ranked ones suddenly whispered.

"It's very difficult to fight twice..." Ding Lu's face turned slightly white.

"It's even harder for me! You're all second-level Ming Ling, but I'm not." Ji Jiayu patted Ding Lu's shoulder and said, "Okay, don't be nervous. Didn't Grandma He say that besides cultivation and combat, there are also hidden points, which contribute a large proportion."

Ding Lu turned to look at Ji Jiayu, who appeared calm, and asked curiously, "Jiayu, aren't you worried?"

Ji Jiayu said, "Worried, how can I not be worried? But what's the point of worrying? It's better to maintain a good mood. Maybe you can play better and attract weaker opponents."

"You make a lot of sense!" Ding Lu was silent for two seconds, then suddenly clasped his palms and muttered in a low voice, "Don't hit Ye Zihang! Don't win the lottery!"

Hearing Ding Lu's plea, Ji Jiayu raised his head and looked to his right, just in time to meet Ye Zihang's staring eyes.

Ye Zihang quickly turned his head, but quickly turned back, staring at Ji Jiayu with provocative eyes, but his clenched fists betrayed his nervousness.

That day's battle had left a deep impression on Ye Zihang, causing him to still be a little afraid of Ji Jiayu. Ji Jiayu withdrew his gaze, not showing it on his face, but he had his own plans in his heart.

Over the past week, as his strength increased, his eyesight and hearing continued to improve, and he had overheard almost all the conversations of the five observers, so he knew Ye Yehang's strength better than any of the voters.

Ye Zihang not only possessed two rounds of divine power, but he had also taught himself many fighting skills. He was constantly dreaming, thinking of avenging his humiliation, and wanting to prove that he wasn't afraid of Ji Jiayu. It could be said that Ye Zihang was cultivating Ji Jiayu as a battle target.

And Ji Jiayu knew very well that if he were asked to fight Ye Hang now, he wouldn't be able to defeat him 70% of the time.

Not to mention Ye Zihang, he probably couldn't defeat the other eighteen people. They all possessed rounds of divine power, but he didn't.

His combat talent was hard to say, but in terms of cultivation talent, he was already slightly behind the others. Today would likely be his last day in the selection camp.

However, he wasn't completely without a chance. Ji Jiayu was full of confidence.

These days, when observers chatted privately, they talked about the specific composition of hidden points, and his advantage in this area was significant, enough to make up for his lack of cultivation talent.

Therefore, it was his combat talent that would determine the final outcome!

While everyone was chatting in low voices, He Yi turned around and took out a wooden sign filled with paper balls from the building.

"Okay, you can come and draw lots."

As soon as he finished speaking, some people immediately got up, while others remained silent.

"Let's go," Ji Jiayu greeted Ding Lu.

"You go first. I'll wait to see if anyone pulls Ye Zihang away," Ding Lu said.

"Be brave, are you very strong?" Ji Jiayu was helpless, and couldn't help but pat Ding Lu on the back, and stepped forward, lining up behind the two voters.

The two quickly finished drawing lots, and neither of them drew too strong an opponent, and they immediately smiled.

It was Ji Jiayu's turn.

He glanced at He Yi first, then put his hand into the stick tube and fished it out casually, took the ball of paper and retreated to his previous position calmly.

"Look who it is." Ding Lu immediately bowed.

"Go and smoke yourself." Ji Jiayu pushed Ding Lu away.

"Take a look." Ding Lu came again.

“Quick, go, go.” Ji Jiayu held Ding Lu's eyes.

"Hmph, stingy." Ding Lu stuck out her tongue at Ji Jiayu, then walked towards He Yi nervously. After Ding Lu left, Ji Jiayu slowly opened the ball of paper.

After opening the ball of paper completely and seeing the name written on the white paper, Ji Jiayu couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Ye Zihang." The path to defeating the enemy is narrow!

At this moment, Ding Lu also walked back with her paper ball. Seeing the three words on the white paper in Ji Jiayu's hand, her mood immediately plummeted. She could barely restrain herself. She hugged Ji Jiayu and cried.

"I don't want you to go!" She looked at Ji Jiayu pitifully.

"Why would I go?" Ji Jiayu said suspiciously, "I'll win."

Ding Lu looked at Ji Jiayu, at a loss for words. As an orphan, she knew all too well what it meant to be a failure.

"After reading the sign, come and register." While Ji Jiayu and Ding Lu were silent, He Yi's voice rang out.

As soon as those words fell, someone immediately took the paper ball and registered. He Yi used this to set up a battle table and pasted it on the wooden board set up for people to watch.

Ye Zihang also went. The opponent he had drawn was named Zhang Qi, a girl who had been in the underworld for a short time. Zhang Qi saw the match table and burst into tears on the spot. Two girls who had a good relationship with him hurriedly ran over to comfort him, but without saying a word, he burst into tears, and the others glanced at them sympathetically.

It's fair to say that if you win against Ye Zihang, you really have no chance of winning.

Half a minute later, Ye Zihang's second opponent was also announced. Count the feathers well.

When they saw the names of the two, everyone was shocked at first, and then their expressions became complicated. They all knew about Ji Jiayu's grudge against Ye Zihang.

Unlike them, Ye Zihang was both excited and terrified when he saw the matchup table.

Last time, Ji Jiayu's "gentle push" had left an indelible shadow in his heart. Even recently, he had treated Ji Jiayu as an imaginary enemy, and he was confident that he was far stronger than Ji Jiayu, but he was still a little nervous at this moment.

It didn't take long for registration to end, and the duel officially began.

The duel venue was the courtyard.

The first to appear were the two boys who had entered the underworld earlier.

Everyone, including Ji Jiayu, watched with wide eyes. This was the first time in their lives they had witnessed cultivators fight!

But to the five observers, a second-level Ming Ling battle was simply not worth watching. It was nothing more than covering the surface of one's body with divine power, and then you punch me, and I kick you, devoid of any beauty or fighting skill whatsoever, leaving them yawning.

Today, besides them, there was another young woman in the room wearing a long white dress—Yao Yi, an examiner from Sheng Yao Si.

From the draw to the first few matches, she had been sitting on the sofa eating snacks and yawning a few times in boredom. It wasn't until Ye Zihang and Zhang Qi were about to appear that she finally lifted her spirits and walked to the window to watch.

In the courtyard below.

"Zhang Qi."

"Ye Zihang."

With He Yi's shout, Ye Zihang and Zhang Qi each stepped forward.

Ye Zihang looked at Zhang Qi's tearful face and his expression darkened. "Don't cry. I'm most afraid of girls crying!"

"Then, can you let me win?" Zhang Qi asked with tears in her eyes.

Ye Zihang pondered for a moment and asked, "Then, can you take care of my food for the rest of my life?" When Zhang Qi heard this, her mouth dropped, and she wanted to cry even more.

At this moment, He Yi's voice rang out: "Let's begin." Both of them suddenly became serious.

This battle was related to their fates!

"Boom!"

Ji Jiayu saw a milky-white divine power emerge from Ye Hang's exposed skin. It merged into Ye Hang's hands and feet like flowing water, emitting a bright light, making Ye Hang's hands and feet resemble white balls.

Immediately after, Ye Hang suddenly stomped his foot, his figure transforming into light and shadow, and suddenly disappeared in place. Three seconds later, he had already appeared in front of Zhang Qi.

Zhang Qi was also a second-level Bright Spirit, and his entire body was enveloped in divine power. He could barely see Ye Zihang's movement trajectory clearly, but his reaction couldn't keep up. He only had time to raise his hand to block it.

"Boom!"

Ye Zihang's fist smashed down hard, and Zhang Qi's arm immediately lit up with white light.

At the same time, Zhang Qi felt a massive force constantly pressing down on him, and he couldn't stop retreating, creating one deep hole after another in the courtyard.

As he retreated, the divine light on his arm gradually dimmed, but the divine light on Ye Zihang's fist continued to shine.

"He's completed two rounds of divine power, and he's learned to condense his divine power in one place. With these two points alone, he's able to defeat the other selectors."

By the window, Yao Yi commented as he ate, "It's very tasty. He's a good seedling."

"It's just that his character is a bit flawed," Feng Ling said.

"It's all guided." Yao Yi glanced at her.

"Xiaoyi, do you think Ye Zihang can go straight to Camp No. 1?" Luo Xuan asked.

"It should be possible, but we'll have to see," Yao Yi turned his head and said.

"Then let's see. It just so happens that his next opponent is Ji Jiayu," Meng Jiu said.

"Oh, is that the boy with the twin crest?" Yao Yi asked.

"Yes, I think he might surprise us!" Xie Ting replied.

"The binding of his sacred emblem has had a serious impact, and he hasn't developed a divine power cycle yet. What surprise can he bring us?" Yao Yi glanced at Xie Ting, "Xie Ting, you're overthinking things."

"Then why don't we make a bet?" Xie Ting looked back.

"What are you betting on?" Yao Yi answered without hesitation. Seeing this, the other four were a little helpless.

Yao Yi and Xie Ting were old acquaintances, both of them classmates at the same college. After the graduation assessment, Yao Yi went to work at the Shengyao Division headquarters, where Xie Ting most wanted to go. Xie Ting came to the selection camp as an observer.

Xie Ting had always been dissatisfied with Yao Yi for a simple reason: Yao Yi's studies and abilities weren't as good as Xie Ting's, but he was born into a good family.

"Gao Ji Ji Ji also has the talent to go straight to Camp No. 1," Xie Ting said.

"Hah." Yao Yi couldn't help but sneer, then said, "I'll make a bet with you. What's the bet?"

"If I win, you have to make sure that your mother not only has to give up the competition, but also votes for my mother at the Camp 1 guide meeting," Xie Ting said.

"You're thinking too far!" Yao Yi was somewhat helpless.

Ji Jiayu hadn't shown the talent to go straight to Camp No. 1, so Xie Ting had arranged a situation where she was robbed by many guides, but it was truly outlandish.

"I can guarantee it for my mother. What if you lose?" Yao Yi asked.

"Tell me," Xie Ting said.

"I want you to give up and continue appealing," Yao Yi said.

"Okay," Xie Ting said without hesitation. The other four were all shocked when they heard this.

Xie Ting had always believed that the college was unfair in its job allocation to students, so she had complained to the law enforcement agencies for over two years. No matter how busy and tired she was, she had to return to the Holy City every month to handle the related matters. Her tenacious and persistent spirit had earned the admiration of many. However, she was now willing to give up on continuing to appeal for the bet.

How confident she was!

Even Yao Yi was wary of Xie Ting's decisiveness, and he frowned and asked, "You haven't personally questioned and tested me, have you?"

"Absolutely not." Xie Ting said, "I won't do anything illegal or disorderly." As Xie Ting spoke, her eyes fell on Yao Yi.

Yao Yi heard her implication, snorted coldly, and said, "There's no evidence, let's just draw up a contract."

"That's what I meant," Xie Ting said.

"Tingting, don't be impulsive. Do you want to think it over?" Seeing Mai Mang's two-point-the-needle posture, Feng Ling couldn't help but lean over and persuade in a low voice.

"I've thought it over, it's okay." Xie Ting said.

At this point, Feng Ling and the other three had nothing to say.

Soon after, under the witness of the four of them, Xie Ting and Yao Yi signed the most binding sacred contract of the Guangming Clan.

The Sacred Agreement was protected by the laws of the Sacred Kingdom, and violators would be severely punished. The contract was signed, and several people's eyes turned to the field. Under their watchful eyes, the duel quickly ended.

Ye Zihang didn't use too many bells and whistles, winning instantly with divine power nearly twice as strong as Zhang Qi's.

After winning, Ye Zihang smiled, ignoring the crying Zhang Qi, but instead looked at Ji Jiayu, who was watching from the sidelines. Ji Jiayu frowned slightly, as if a little confused, and her strange emotions made Ye Zihang a little disappointed.

Ye Zihang looked around, and suddenly heard a gurgling sound from his stomach, and his expression suddenly changed. Someone nearby heard the grunting sound, and they all looked at Ye Zihang in confusion, only to see Ye Zihang's face flushed red, covering his stomach with both hands, and running away with his legs slightly squeezed.

When Ji Jiayu saw this scene, he found it a little funny, thinking: This guy wouldn't have a bad stomach, would he? He didn't notice that after Ding Lu, next to him, saw Ye Zihang's appearance, a cold light flashed across his eyes. At this moment, Ding Lu felt a sense of revenge. He touched the sixth pinky finger of his right hand without a trace with his left hand, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, filled with reassurance.

If Ji Jiayu had observed closely at this moment, he would have discovered that there was a slight crack in the skin where Ding Lu's sixth pinky finger was connected, as if it had been broken.

Or rather, it was fake!

However, Ji Jiayu's attention was focused on the field, but he didn't notice this oddity.

After Ye Zihang and Zhang Qi, it was the duels of several others.

Watching their battle, Ji Jiayu gradually began to doubt the strength of the second-level Mingling. Why did they look so weak? Have they overlooked something important?

When the battle is over, go to Grandma He and ask, Ji Jiayu thought to himself. Soon, two more fights ended.

Under everyone's expectations, it was finally Ji Jiayu and Ye Zihang's turn to play.