Ten-Person Melee!

Meng Qianji's left arm bone came from a Soul Beast called the Sickle Weasel, a rare ancient beast encountered during a hunt for a seventh-ring spirit ring.

The Sickle Weasel was a dual wind and spirit type, focused on agility and offense. It was rumored to be a monster of the wind, using a large Demon Sickle to take lives.

Meng Qianji's left arm bone skill allowed him to transform into a Demon Sickle and unleash countless sickle blades in attack.

The sickle blades clashed with the Dark Blue Silver Grass, each side gaining an advantage. Ultimately, it ended with Ming Tian's soul power depleted. Ming Tian retracted the Blue Silver Grass body transformation skill, and had several minor injuries. His clothes were also tattered from the Blue Silver Grass transformation. Ming Tian quickly changed into a new set of clothes, after all, Yan Qingwan was watching.

Meng Qianji stepped forward, looking at Ming Tian, and said:

"The ten-thousand-year soul bone skill is indeed overbearing. You need to practice it more later. Remember, don't use it unless you're in a crisis. After all, the Dark Blue Silver Grass's characteristics are too strong, especially since others call it Evil Soul. Can you understand, Ming Tian?"

"Yes, Master. I understand."

Ming Tian nodded.

"Alright, you two should go back. Be prepared, and don't be ambushed in the selection. I'll be watching at any time, and Poison Soul Death will also secretly assist you."

Meng Qianji spoke with such concern, causing Ming Tian's heart to warm. He felt a sense of security knowing everyone was secretly helping him, like family.

Ming Tian and Yan Qingwan thanked Meng Qianji and left.

The Spirit Hall's selection competition had arrived, held in the garrison of Tianling City. Numerous competition platforms had been erected, making it the biggest event nearby, attracting many people.

Yan Wei brought his family, including Ming Tian, to the selection venue. The place was already packed before the competition even started.

There were spectators and participants, and many familiar faces like Chu Su, He Mengyan, and Zhan Ni. They all participated in this selection competition, hoping to gain the Spirit Hall's cultivation and support. There were also many unfamiliar peers from the surrounding areas of Tianling City, and even from the Star Luo Empire, not far from the border. It seemed they were all here to compete.

"The Spirit Hall's selection competition will be held in every major city on the continent. Each year, fifty talents are selected from across the continent, and they are all the best of the best. Due to the Spirit Hall's growing reputation in recent years, it has attracted many orthodox Soul Masters and rogue Soul Masters. The competition rules are also gradually improving."

"The Spirit Hall mainly selects Soul Masters under the age of twenty for a melee. First, every ten people will be on one competition platform, with the last person standing advancing. This is to test their survival skills in a competitive environment."

"This will eliminate a large portion of the participants. Then, the remaining participants will draw lots for one-on-one battles, which will also lead to elimination."

"After the second round of elimination, there will be a ring system. One person will defend the ring, and the remaining participants, after going through the selection rounds, will fight for the ring to determine the final three who will enter the Spirit Hall."

"Yan'er, you can go participate. I won't blame you even if you fail. I've already spoken to the people from the Spirit Hall. Even if it means going through the back door, I'll get you and your sister into the Spirit Hall. You just need to try your best to prove you participated in this selection, and they will find a reason to accept you."

"Do you understand?"

Yan Wei looked at Yan beside him, and Yan nodded, saying:

"Father, I understand. I will definitely not disappoint you. I will rely on my own strength to make it to the final selection!"

Yan's face was filled with excitement, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"Good! That's my child. I believe in you."

Yan Wei smiled and patted Yan's head, then looked at Yan Qingwan and Ming Tian.

"Qingwan, why can't you understand my good intentions? I'm doing all this for your own good. I don't know what's wrong with you. Can you tell me what happened?"

Yan Wei looked at Yan Qingwan with a gentle expression, wanting to touch her. Yan Qingwan recoiled in disgust and angrily said:

"Don't touch me! Don't speak such high-sounding words. For my own good? Who would believe that? You're just deceiving yourself. I won't participate in the competition. Even if you force me to go, I'll admit defeat."

"You..."

"Alright, I respect your choice. But even if you don't participate in the selection, I'll still find a way to get you into the Spirit Hall! Whether you want to or not, you have to go!"

Yan Wei's face darkened with anger.

"You had better admit you're an Evil Soul Master now, and I can give you a quick death. Otherwise, if you die unexpectedly on the competition platform after participating in the selection, there won't even be anyone to plead for you."

Yan Wei walked to Ming Tian's side and spoke in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Patriarch Yan Wei, I'm really not an Evil Soul Master. I will prove it to you. I believe I won't die on the competition platform either. I still want to advance and give the place to Qingwan."

"Hmph! You little smart mouth! We'll see!"

Yan Wei flicked his sleeves and left, no longer paying attention to Ming Tian.

The competition began quickly, with countless Soul Masters entering the arena to prepare for the ten-person melee selection.

Ming Tian also went to Yan's side and said to him:

"Let's go, Yan, let's go together."

Ming Tian still held good feelings for Yan, but this time, something was off.

"Ming Tian, you're really not an Evil Soul Master, are you?"

Yan suddenly asked, looking at Ming Tian with uncertainty and suspicion.

"I'm also a little suspicious now. During the incident with the Celestial Force Demon Ox, and when we went to the Spirit Dou Forest with Uncle He Chen, and during the seven-on-seven competition, I think there were too many inconsistencies. It seems what you've shown really doesn't match the abilities a normal one-ring Soul Master should have. I'm also a little shaken. Ming Tian, you're someone I consider a brother. Tell me the truth, are you an Evil Soul Master?"

Yan asked Ming Tian so directly. Ming Tian could feel Yan's desire to know the truth, but once he told him, how would he handle Yan Wei's actions? Yan Qingwan had become like this because of Yan Wei, and he didn't want Yan to become like Yan Qingwan. Moreover, he wasn't sure if Yan would completely believe him, because he didn't hear it directly from Yan Wei like they did before.

It's better to keep it hidden, after all, the truth is too cruel, isn't it?

"I do have some hidden cards, but I'm definitely not the kind of Evil Soul Master you imagine. I can't reveal my abilities, I'm sorry, Yan."

Ming Tian said humbly.

"It's okay, I believe you, let's cheer for the competition together!"

"Cheer!"

Ming Tian and Yan bumped fists and entered the competition platform for the ten-person selection.

The competition platforms were large enough. Anyone who stepped off the platform would lose, and they had to be the last one standing out of the ten people.

This was equivalent to a preliminary round, and no one was assigned. This first round of the selection could be said to not be that serious.

Ming Tian chose a competition platform in the corner. There were already four or five people on it.

He also saw familiar faces like Gan Ling and Yuan Yun. He found that they were both paired up to join a competition platform.

Wouldn't they end up fighting each other for a spot?

Seeing that one platform had gathered ten people and was about to start, it was the old rivals He Mengyan and his partner Fang Ting and Xu Xun. The people on that platform were surprised to see He Mengyan's second-ring strength. Seven people immediately prepared to take him out, and He Mengyan and his two partners prepared to respond. Soon, they defeated the seven opponents, and then Fang Ting and Xu Xun surprisingly jumped off the platform, allowing He Mengyan to advance alone.

So that's how it works? It seems like a ten-person melee selection, but the rules are very complex. Strong people will be targeted by others. If you don't choose allies, you'll probably fall first, unless you're really strong and don't need allies. And those who form alliances probably have the awareness of sacrificing someone from the beginning, just to let one of them advance, really, such is life!

Ming Tian thought to himself.

Without realizing it, their competition platform also had ten people. Once ten people were gathered, they could start.

Ming Tian reacted and observed carefully, preparing to protect himself first.

Among the ten people, seeing that no one had made a move, a very arrogant-looking guy walked out, followed by three people.

"My name is Meng Qianyang, a twenty-nine-rank Soul Grand Master, with the Setting Sun Kite martial soul. If you don't want to get hurt, just jump off the platform and leave."