My Master Knows It All

471: Chapter 176: Xiang Laosan Displays His Divine Skills, Shaking the Sun and Moon_2 471: Chapter 176: Xiang Laosan Displays His Divine Skills, Shaking the Sun and Moon_2 This is the Grand Preceptor as envisioned by everyone!

Standing atop the mountain peak, as if atop the pinnacle of the world, the Grand Preceptor’s gaze swept downward.

The next moment, with a sudden sweeping gesture, countless wooden tokens were hurled forth, pouring down like dense raindrops upon the crowd below.

Cao Zhen caught one of the wooden tokens.

The tokens were quite crude and simple, with just a few characters carved onto them.

A—Twenty-Seven.

Scanning his surroundings, Cao Zhen noticed that everyone within his field of view had grasped a wooden token.

“Is this…”

“Are these the number tokens we’ll be using for the tournament shortly?”

“How many people must be gathered here?

The Grand Preceptor ensures each one receives a token, and distribution is completed in an instant?

This level of skill…

is too terrifying.”

“I’m somewhat curious about what happens with the places where no one is present.”

“What else?

Naturally, they lose their qualification to participate.

Had someone else been overseeing the tournament, things might not have been so hasty, but who is the Grand Preceptor after all?

How imperious is he?

Since the Grand Preceptor has announced the tournament of martial competition among the immortals for today, even if he didn’t specify the starting time, one must come early to wait.

If missed, it’s missed; the Grand Preceptor won’t care who you are.”

“However, how are we to use these tokens in our hands?

Mine is Bing one hundred and six.”

“Mine is Wu ninety-one.”

“It seems these tokens were distributed at random.

Mine is also an A token, A—Twenty-Six.”

Listening to the discussions of the crowd around him, Cao Zhen turned back and asked Ling Xi and others, “What numbers did you all get?”

Ling Xi raised her token and said, “B—Nine.”

Yan Yourong’s cool voice quickly followed, “Bing—Thirteen.”

“Ah, looking at it that way, Senior Sister, your luck is not bad, not having the same initial character as I do.” Xiang Ziyu raised his token and said, “I am Ding—One.

See?

This is the protagonist’s luck, even in token allocation, I’m first.

If I’m not mistaken, with so many rings, it’s certain that each token prefix represents a number.

Since our initial numbers are all different, we shouldn’t be on the same platform and hence, wouldn’t meet prematurely.

That way, if you don’t run into me, you won’t be eliminated either.”

Saying this, he turned back and asked, “Little Bei Yan, what number did you get?”

“Wu—Nineteen.” Little Bei Yan, however, turned back and asked Yi Sheng behind her, “Junior Sister, you’re not a Ji character, are you?”

“Indeed I am.

I am Ji—Thirty-Seven.” Yi Sheng had also realized and looked toward Cao Zhen, asking, “Master, you have an A token?”

Cao Zhen nodded slightly.

With such a token distribution, if anyone said there wasn’t something underhanded going on, they’d be a fool to believe that.

He and his disciples, six people in total, had each received a token with a different initial number to start with, and moreover, they were even arranged in order from him to the Senior Disciple, Second Disciple, and so on.

With so many people gathered here, the Grand Preceptor was able to spot them and ensure that, upon throwing the tokens, they all landed in their hands.

This technique, this level of control, was indeed exquisite.

Once everyone had received their tokens, the Grand Preceptor spoke again, his voice not loud but crystal clear as it reached the ears of each person.

“Representatives of the great Immortal Sects, take your tokens to the corresponding rings and serve as the judges.

The rest, in groups of ten, proceed to the platforms.

On each platform, the last victor may stay, advancing to the next round.”

“Ten people?”

“Does this mean it’s going to be a melee?”

“If in the melee, there are members of the same sect on a ring, then what?”

“The people from the ten large Immortal Sects are most numerous.

The likelihood of them encountering fellow sect members on the same platform is higher, thus, their advantage seems greater.”

“Greater?

Their advantage might actually be smaller.

When one sect has two members on the same platform, what will the others do?

They’ll first target those two from the same sect.”

“That’s true.”

“The sects have sent out many disciples.

If we fought match by match, who knows when it would end, hence the decision to have ten-person battles instead.”

“In this way, just in the first round, ninety percent of competitors will be eliminated.”

“Truly brutal.”

“Our purpose in coming was to fight in many battles, to exchange moves with disciples of various sects, to gain insight, to earn experience, but to start with such a melee!

Isn’t this just arriving and then immediately leaving?”

At once, a chorus of complaints continued to arise.

Cao Zhen was already stupefied; his pills had not yet formed.

He was at the stage of forming seven Golden Cores.

Initially, he thought that having seven cores wouldn’t pose a major issue.

Perhaps in the first round, he would encounter an opponent also in the Core Formation stage or with one or two, at most three to four Golden Cores.

As long as he didn’t face an especially powerful opponent, he should be able to win easily.

He felt that he couldn’t possibly be that unlucky to face an opponent at the Ten Different Phenomena of Golden Elixir Great Perfection in the first round.

Once he made it through the next two days and his pills were formed, he could take them to break through into the Golden Core Realm.

But the start turned out to be a ten-person melee.

If the other nine people targeted him together, that could be troublesome.

The Grand Preceptor spoke, looking down at the disciples of various Immortal Sects, who were in fervent discussion, and he let out a heavy snort.