During his interaction with the Yuu family sisters, Wang Xiaoqiang found that they indeed behaved as the rumors suggested, occasionally acting with a closeness that went beyond that of typical sisters, much like what Earthlings would call lilies.

This made Wang Xiaoqiang a bit jealous, but on second thought, he felt relieved; the Yuu family sisters were women, two women, two affectionate sisters acting intimately wasn't scandalous, especially since it wasn't with a man.

Moreover, this helped him in winning over these sisters because if they were indeed lilies, they wouldn't fall for other men, or they would fall for the same man.

If the two women fell for different men, those men would naturally separate the sisters, but if they fell for the same man, they could both stay together serving one husband.

After the trip to Kunshan, the Yuu family sisters let go of their past resentment towards Wang Xiaoqiang, grateful for his lifesaving kindness and the incident of presenting the prisoner's head, not only did they have a good impression of him, but they also regarded him as a friend, always joining him eagerly over the past few days.

Every time Wang Xiaoqiang went out with the two stunning sisters, he would attract envious, jealous, and hateful gazes, with people wishing they could kill him and take the sisters.

But Wang Xiaoqiang's reputable name made those jealous individuals dare not act rashly.

That day, the day before the competition, Wang Xiaoqiang invited the Yuu family sisters to a tavern outside to drink, where they discussed the upcoming tournament in the private booth.

"Hey, Little Qiang, did you hear? This competition is a random draw, with a total of two hundred lots, numbered one to one hundred, and every lot has two numbers. The newbie and veteran who draw the same lot will face off against each other..." Yuu Qingxue said.

"Uh, heard about it. This way is best, the fairest..." Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"I think it's unfair." Yuu Qingwen pouted her pink lips with dissatisfaction and said. "If I draw the same lot as the previous Golden Immortal ranking contest's first-place veteran, that would be awful."

"I believe they should rank the newcomers first, and then correspond those ranks with the previous ranked veterans. For example, if you, Wang Xiaoqiang, are the first, you would compete against the previous ranking contest's first-ranked veteran, that would be fair," Yuu Qingwen added.

Wang Xiaoqiang laughed and said, "I would love to meet the first-ranked individual from the previous contest, but they don't offer me that opportunity."

"Qingwen, you're mistaken. It's been a full fifty years since the last Golden Immortal ranking competition, and there's been significant turnover among the top hundred ranks on the Golden Immortal Ranking. Some have died or been wounded, while others have become complacent, not advancing much, while some have worked hard and progressed tremendously, surpassing those ranked ahead."

"Hmm, that's quite right," Wang Xiaoqiang nodded, agreeing deeply, "I know of two individuals from the top hundred in the Golden Immortal Ranking who died at my hands..."

Wang Xiaoqiang had just started saying this when the sisters were shocked, "What, what? Someone from the top hundred of the Golden Immortal Ranking died at your hands? Really?"

"Tsk, what's so odd about that. Do you really think those veterans are great? It's the concept of youth surpassing their predecessors..." Wang Xiaoqiang said dismissively, "So random draw is indeed fair."

"Of course, it's not absolutely fair. There's inherently no absolute fairness in this world. Why are some born as failures while others are talents, born into ordinary and poor families, enduring hardship, while others are born as sons of Domain Lords, enjoying prosperity and wealth from a young age..."

On hearing these words, Yuu Qingwen felt they made sense. She let out a sigh of relief, her expression showing she was more at ease.

Actually, she feared not getting through this round of the competition. And the competition was extremely dangerous, those veterans aiming to protect their reputation and interests would fight desperately, disregarding the lives of newcomers, and there were no rules that prohibited killing.

Wang Xiaoqiang seemed to understand Yuu Qingwen's thoughts, so he looked at her with a meaningful gaze, saying, "Don't view this competition too heavily; life is the priority, you need to learn to wisely retreat from adversity..."

On hearing this, Yuu Qingwen felt even more relieved, while Yuu Qingxue said, "If encountering a brutal veteran, it would be a disaster. No time to even concede defeat, they could kill you instantly before stepping off the platform."

"You two don't need to worry about this problem, with contestants as beautiful as you, no one would bear to kill you, nor would they want to defeat you. He he..." Wang Xiaoqiang laughed cunningly.

Upon hearing this, the two women couldn't help but feel relieved, but both gave Wang Xiaoqiang a sidelong glance and said "Smart aleck."

"Alright, if I finish my match first tomorrow, I'll go to your stage to watch the game and protect you. If someone intends to take your lives, I won't agree to it, even if it means breaking the competition rules."

These words from Wang Xiaoqiang completely moved the Yuu family sisters, their faces showing delight, and their impression of Wang Xiaoqiang grew even better. Their affection deepened.

...

The next day.

Biluo City Square.

Early in the morning, a crowd had already gathered, all here to enjoy the spectacle, a sea of people.

The Golden Immortal Ranking Tournament is a major event across the Biluo Realm, a grand spectacle with immense attention, but unfortunately the Biluo Realm lacks the developed information dissemination tools like newspapers, television, or the internet. Otherwise, the tournament would surely be the headline across all major channels now.

At some unknown time, ten platforms had been set up in the square, each being a large circular stone platform with a diameter of ten meters.

Platforms of this size must weigh several thousand to ten thousand kilograms, which ordinary mortals could never lift. However, for immortals, it is as easy as could be.

Rows of soldiers stood in front of the platforms maintaining order. At the square's center were rows of tables and chairs designated for government officers.

By now, those tables were already filled with government officers, with the Green Dragon Guardian seated at the central position. He wore a green long robe embroidered with an Azure Dragon, fierce and majestic, enhancing the guardian's own imposing presence. His face, commanding respect without anger, made others dare not meet his gaze directly, inspiring awe in their hearts.

Yet, this imposing Green Dragon Guardian stood up with a smile as Wang Xiaoqiang arrived, greeting him amicably,

Seeing the Green Dragon Guardian stand up, the officers seated beside him naturally dared not continue sitting and stood up as well, smiling at Wang Xiaoqiang and greeting him,

Everyone witnessing this scene was astounded, baffled that a mere contestant would earn such attention from the Green Dragon Guardian—it was far too unusual. Meanwhile, the Yuu Family Sisters who accompanied Wang Xiaoqiang silently marveled, their beautiful eyes turning to Wang Xiaoqiang and shining with peculiar brilliance.

Regardless, having earned the Green Dragon Guardian's favor meant Wang Xiaoqiang had limitless prospects for his future.

Soon, the participants began to enter the venue one after another. From the veterans of the last Ranking Tournament, remarkably, there were eleven fewer out of a hundred, which clearly meant these eleven were no longer among the living.

However, the remaining veterans still displayed arrogance, their gazes sweeping over the newcomers vying for fame and fortune against them. Naturally, they wouldn't show kindness, exuding an old and self-important demeanor, with some even frowning, as if the newcomers owed them two taels of tofu money.

Once everyone was assembled, a government officer began explaining the competition rules.

The match-up for the tournament was indeed randomly drawn, with the officials preparing two hundred numbers: one hundred for veterans, one hundred for newcomers. In essence, these two hundred slips involved two "1"s, two "2"s, two "3"s… all the way to two "100"s.

Two sets of numbers were placed in two separate boxes, allowing the new and veteran participants to draw randomly. Certainly, for the eleven deceased veterans, officials would draw on their behalf. If someone draws the same number as those deceased veterans, they would advance directly, skipping the battle.

For the newcomers, this felt somewhat like a lottery. Almost everyone hoped to draw a number corresponding to these deceased veterans.

Perhaps Wang Xiaoqiang was the only battle-hardened person without such hopeful thoughts, and seeing the veterans' old and self-important expressions made him want to slap them.

After explaining the rules, officials brought out the prepared slips for the first participant to draw.

The newcomers scrambled to draw their numbers, eager and active as if in a lottery, though frankly, drawing early or late made no difference. The least enthusiastic was Wang Xiaoqiang, drawing last, and he was unlucky—he did not draw a number corresponding to the deceased veterans. Instead, he drew number 33, glancing at the slip in his hand, and opened his Heavenly Eye, scanning the veterans who had drawn their numbers.

Under the Heavenly Eye, the slips in the veterans' hands were laid bare, revealing themselves to Wang Xiaoqiang's eyes. He quickly identified the veteran who drew number 33—a short, stout fellow, under two hundred years old, with a coarse, vulgar appearance, possessing a cultivation base of the Great Luo Golden Immortal Ninth Liquid Realm,

He held his slip, his gaze sweeping across the newcomers with arrogance, along with some disdain—the look was old and self-important.

Wang Xiaoqiang detested such expressions and gazes. He waved his slip at the short, stout fellow, calling out, "Hey, stop looking, I'm right here."

The short, stout fellow, upon seeing Wang Xiaoqiang, was momentarily stunned, his eyes fixed on the mark on Wang Xiaoqiang's forehead, then he showed a face full of frustration. Obviously, he had heard of Wang Xiaoqiang's name before, and now recognized him.

With Wang Xiaoqiang's shout, everyone's attention moved onto him and the short, stout fellow. When gazes fixed on the latter, they showed amusing expressions, clearly suspecting he wasn't a match for Wang Xiaoqiang.

The short, stout fellow also felt the pressure; nevertheless, before the crowd, he couldn't lose face. Immediately, he stretched his little finger at Wang Xiaoqiang, making a provocative gesture. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)

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