In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park

They're here!

The Royals were here. Great!

Descending from the sky with powerful beasts, they gave a good show, causing the crowd to fall into a collective state of envy and awe.

The wealth shown by these royals was no joke. Even the royals from the worthless Tah Province were still very enviable.

Sigh...

It was truly enviable, but many never felt greedy for their positions.

There were just some people that were so above you that comparison or greed for what they had would be stupid to think.

A majority felt this way with only a few secretly wishing to get their seats.

The lead man in a black mask almost counts as holding himself back after seeing the group majestically arrive.

'I hope you can keep smiling for a few more days.'

Everyone stood as soon as the royals arrived.

What a joke!

Even if some people felt they had equal powers and strength with the royals, they dared not be too obvious with their disrespect.

Those from the Heavenly Blacksmith Tower and other organizations also rose.

In the grand space where the royals sat, was Emperor Shao Long, the current monarch of the entire Yanging Province.

This title alone was powerful, but not as powerful as him being the current Sect Master of the Sacred Yanging Institute, the place everyone here was dying to enter.

His ancestors were the ones who gave the entire Lower Realm opportunities to have a little taste of what the Middle Realm above offered.

Don't think taking items from the middle realm to the lower realm is easy.

Some things would explode when trying to cross between planes.

Even with the few things that could go down, there were still laws and restrictions refusing a majority of middle-realm items, manuals, and objects.

Not everyone can take items down. One must reach a certain level of power in the Middle Realm to get such perks.

This meant the Shao descendants were a pretty powerful group.

It's just that they in the Lower realm really don't know too much and can only wait and see once they ascend.

Anyone can make up stories if people can't truly confirm the matter

At least everyone knew that even if the Shao clan wasn't as powerful as they thought, it would still be somewhat influential for them to have the means of sending items to the lower realm from time to time.

Emperor Shao Long sat in the middle, and to his left was Emperor Zeyu of Bailong and to his right was Emperor Ming from the Tah province.

With all 3 emperors seated, it was finally time to get this fucking show on the road.

"Welcome, to the Grand Provincial Competitions, here to decide which Province and sects are truly the best!" A host with an overly long mustache voiced.

His mustache didn't fall to gravity but grew sideways as long as daggers. They were light brown and looked sharp.

"Remember!" The host spoke shrewdly, causing many to lean closer even though their ears as cultivators were also sharp.

"Remember that this is just the first competition of 2. The top 20 winners from each division will get a chance to enter the most prestigious institution in all the lower realm, the Great Yanging Institute."

Boon!

Everyone on the warrior benches close to the arena felt adrenaline flood their blood when listening to the host.

Of course, they knew about the perks. But listening to the host confirm it again, only made goosebumps fill their bodies.

Well, everyone was expected to become part of the Yanging Institute except those from the Profound Sect.

Could they say they wanted to kick ass but still didn't want to go into the institute?

(~_~)

The way the crowd was going wild, one would think the Yanging Institute had access to many realms like Boss Chu's park.

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"There will be 2 tests. The first within the Oglum forest and the last competition for those who survive will be the Free Challenge competition."

Everyone nodded, already somewhat aware of what the competitions would be about.

Don't think the competitions were the same every time.

No.

Sometimes they head to other forest regions in Yanging for the tests. Sometimes there were 5 tests, all very different.

Other times, the warriors were dumped on an island and told to fight among themselves until there were only a certain number of people left.

During this time, people can choose to forget and leave the place if they know deep in their hearts that they might die.

If you don't forfeit fast enough before your opponent kills you, then that's on you.

But of course, one must know that this was Yanging. And many times, things are manipulated in Yanging's favor.

Take the situation with the Profound Sect members, for example.

No matter what they do or who they call for help, they will die. Though Yanging will make it seem like they tried to come to their rescue fast enough.

Who asked them to go against Yanging?

Emperor Ming was conflicted with the matters, still taking a neutral stance though he was advised by his trusted aides and advisers to let them die.

As per his promise, he swore to not interfere if things really went sideways since they were indeed in enemy territory.

What's more, those from the Tah province had to rely on Yanging for opportunities like getting into the Sacred Yanging Institute.

No.... it would be wise for him to stay out of this.

They didn't have the strength to go against Yanging or Emperor Shao Long seated by him.

Sigh...

Emperor Ming also hated the Profound sect a little for their stubbornness.

Had they just been obedient and looked the other way, then maybe they wouldn't have been in as much trouble as they were now.

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"All warriors, please step onto the arena."

Whoosh!

Like lightning, many appeared in a flash, some crossing their hands against their chests arrogantly, and some aggressively looking at others as though wanting to pick a fight.

Whether it was intentional or coincidental, Bho Jin, Wen Sima, and the others happened to be standing next to the several menacing teams, some of whom they recognized all too well.

"Is this any way to greet your Elder brother?" A good-looking man holding a fan questioned.

Wen Sima only gave him a brief look but said nothing.

If it was before, he, the 9th prince, would be a little afraid of his brother, the Crown Prince of the Tah province.

His brother was a core disciple of the Holy Fountain sect, the number one sect in all of Tah.

Surprisingly, Mr. Butt Lip seems to be one of his close friends, as they stood inches away from each other.

"Mr. Butt Lip?"

Zi Hao, who wanted to watch a good show with his friend, suddenly changed his expression after hearing that name.

"Little girl! What did you just call me? Who told you that name?"

Was it that bastard who spread the word before his death?

That's right. To Zi Hao, Chu Che must be dead by now since he paid top-notch assassins to do the job.

His aura had changed so much that even Marco Sima, the crown prince, was taken aback.

What was the history behind the name that caused his friend to react so strangely?

Lulu poured her lips, not afraid of him at all. What a joke!

She has been to so many realms and has died at the hands of even more powerful people in those realms.

Sorry, but scaring her was no longer easy for people in the lower realm to do.

Emperor Ming, who had his eyes on his sins, was taken aback by Lulu's courage. He wasn't the only one, as the other emperors also nodded in satisfaction.

Too bad she came from the Profound Sect.

What a waste it would be to kill her off when she was so young.

As for Fairy Yimu from the Mystical Force Sect, the number 2 sect in the Tah province, also recognized Bho Jin and the others, wishing she could tear them apart with her bare hands.

Weren't those the people she met in Wenji Town?

Good God!

They were also there when she was stripped and thrown away in her birthday suit.

"Sister Yimu, are you Alright?" One of her lackeys asked, seeing as Fairy Yimu's face lost all color, turning white.

"I'm... I'm fine." Yimu replied, thinking of how to kill these sons of bitches before they ruin her reputation.

If word goes out, how will she love in the lower realm moving forward?

So they were from the profound Sect? Great! Even better!

The elders had already told her the Profound sect was bound to crumble after the competitions.

However, within this time, who knows if they will open their mouths and speak of the incident?

Turning to her group of lackeys, her eyes swelled with determination. "Kill them all on sight if you see them, especially those 4. I want them dead."

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"All right! Enough talk! Each competitor has a flag. Gather as many flags as you can in any way you deem fit. That's it. Now, all warriors head to the west walls for the formation into the Oglum forest to open."

Let the competition begin!