Chapter 1103: Chapter 1103: Fatty Is Taken Away

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"..."

Outside a temple on the peak of the Ancient Abyss Sect’s mountain, a colossal ancient bell was struck by several Outer Sect disciples.

They struck it exactly five times.

This implied that a great event was about to unfold in the Ancient Abyss Sect.

"Today is the ten-year Newborn Contest of the Ancient Abyss Sect, aimed at helping all new disciples understand their position within the sect, so they can strive diligently in their cultivation."

Today, Sect Leader Lin An wore his usual Daoist robe, appearing quite unremarkable.

If he wasn’t levitating in mid-air while speaking, Yang Yan would have thought he was just an ordinary daoist from the secular world.

However, upon reflection, it made sense.

For practitioners, the more they return to simplicity, the more enlightened they become.

Sect Leader Lin An spoke at length before the start of the contest.

Finally, after announcing "Let the sect’s Newborn Contest begin," the Sect Leader and several elders gracefully landed in their respective seats.

Following this, a steward began announcing the rules.

The contest officially commenced.

A few days ago, the Ancient Abyss Sect recruited disciples, admitting more than 5,000 Outer Sect disciples, over 10,000 Named Disciples, and only a handful of Inner Sect disciples.

It’s worth noting that during those three days of disciple recruitment, the scene at the Ancient Abyss Sect was so grand that on the first day alone, there were hundreds of thousands of people.

In the end, only this number of disciples was accepted.

Named Disciples mostly lacked a Spirit Body but excelled in other areas or had some background, which caught the attention of the Ancient Abyss Sect, leading to their acceptance as Named Disciples.

Most Outer Sect disciples have lower-grade Spirit Bodies, with a few possessing middle-grade Spirit Bodies.

Those admitted directly as Inner Sect disciples undoubtedly have outstanding talent.

Some had already reached the sixth level of Qi Cultivation within their worldly families, while others were granted entry to the Inner Sect due to their higher-grade Spirit Body talents.

At the start of the contest, thousands of slots were evenly distributed across each arena.

The stewards holding the slots then shuffled the order, randomly selecting two people to come on stage to compete.

In this kind of preliminary round, naturally, there were some unlucky yet competent disciples who encountered geniuses and got eliminated.

This process was inherently unfair.

Therefore, the preliminary round was divided into three stages.

Yang Yan had barely seated himself in the stands before flying down to grab his number plate.

He drew number fifty-one.

Among the thousands, his position was quite forward.

In this contest, Named Disciples competed separately.

Since he had a forward position, Yang Yan’s first match came quickly.

He was the first on Arena Two.

Though the venue was bustling with noise, each steward announced names with Spiritual Power.

Thus, if one was attentive, it was still easy to hear.

"Number fifty-one, Yang Yan versus number one hundred thirty-two, Mo Feizi!"

"Number fifty-one, Yang Yan versus number one hundred thirty-two, Mo Feizi!"

"..."

The steward on the platform called out three times until Yang Yan and his opponent both ascended the stage, after which the steward in black stopped.

Shooting both individuals a cursory glance, he coldly said:

"I believe you both know the competition rules. Voluntary surrender is allowed, no intentional severe injuries are permitted during the match, and absolutely no casualties. Begin!"

After all, it was just a preliminary round, so no steward would speak excessively.

Unless encountering particularly talented disciples, they might offer a word or two of advice, urging restraint and avoidance of fatal injuries.

"I am Yang Yan, at the completion stage of the sixth level of Qi Cultivation."

Yang Yan smiled, cupping his hands toward the man in front of him as a salutation.

Due to the Ancestral Master’s instruction, Yang Yan also controlled his cultivation power.

What he displayed now was the completion of the sixth level of Qi Cultivation.

"Mo Feizi, fifth level of Qi Cultivation."

The disciple across from Yang Yan didn’t look pleased.

It was evident that he recognized Yang Yan.

He was someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Inner Sect senior elder brother!

How could he be an easy opponent?

Especially after hearing about Yang Yan’s cultivation, he outright conceded mentally for the first match.

As the match began, Mo Feizi sighed softly and said:

"I beseech Yang to show some mercy."

Yang Yan was momentarily taken aback but still nodded and replied:

"Alright."

The ensuing match went unsurprisingly.

Compared to the life-and-death struggles and evenly matched contests on other platforms, Yang Yan effortlessly sent Mo Feizi off the platform with a mere casual palm strike.

"Number fifty-one, Yang Yan, wins!"

After the steward announced the outcome, he recorded it in his notes.

Yang Yan cupped his hands toward the steward and flew off the platform.

After the first match concluded, it would be some time before the second match.

Bored, Yang Yan wandered over to observe several higher-ranking platforms.

These higher-ranking platforms indeed boasted noticeably stronger overall prowess than the lower-ranking ones.

As for the sparring among Outer Sect disciples in the third or fourth level of Qi Cultivation, Yan Yang found no interest at all.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang!"

Yang Yan initially didn’t realize he was being addressed until someone ran up behind him, panting.

Those around them hadn’t initially noticed Yang Yan, but upon turning and seeing him, scattered reflexively.

Good heavens!

Have I become a harbinger of misfortune?

Yang Yan chuckled wryly, then lifted his gaze to the unfamiliar man.

This person wore a gray robe, seemingly just a Named Disciple.

Yang Yan had never met him; how did he know of him?

"Who are you? What do you need?"

This Named Disciple evidently lacked cultivation, panting heavily from his sprint.

Upon finally halting before Yang Yan, he clutched his chest, gasping, and said:

"Brother Yang, the Fatty under your wing... he was captured by an Outer Sect senior brother and his men."

"I just happened to be nearby at that moment, and he told me to find you, certain you would rescue him."

"What?!"

Yang Yan furrowed his brow, his eyes instantly becoming as sharp as an eagle’s.

The intensity of his gaze made the Named Disciple shiver inside.

He lowered his head, stuttering as he said:

"Brother Yang, this has nothing to do with me, I..."

"Where did they go?"

Yang Yan urgently pressed, his voice low.

He was suppressing his anger.

Back on Earth, everyone knew that anyone under Yan Yang’s protection, even a mere servant, was his untouchable scale.

"T-They’re over by Xiaochangya,"

The Named Disciple stammered.

"Take me there!"

Yang Yan grabbed the man and soared into the sky.

Many noticed Yang Yan’s departure with puzzled expressions.

Why did he leave so suddenly...

Was he not planning to continue in the contest?!

"Brother, it’s here! It’s here!"

Under the disciple’s repeated guidance, Yang Yan swiftly arrived at Xiaochangya, as he mentioned.

In truth, it wasn’t far from the arena, only a few kilometers. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

To Yang Yan, it took just a few breaths of time to reach.

This was a cliff, with an abyss of immeasurable depth below.

Thick fog rose from the bottomless gorge, resembling a fairyland.

Atop the cliff was a large platform.

Here were three Outer Sect disciples and a group of Named Disciples in gray robes.

On the ground lay a round, stout figure.

His gray robe was covered with dust, and his sturdy arms tightly shielded his head, silent as could be.