I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? - Chapter 630 Ji Jiuwu: Am I Being Treated as a Pushover?

Chapter 630 Ji Jiuwu: Am I Being Treated as a Pushover?

Under the intentional suppression of the Chieftain and the Great Shaman, the matter of Ji Jiuwu’s return home did not cause any waves in the Changhe Tribe. Many of his peers did not even know that Ji Jiuwu had returned, and what everyone was currently most concerned about was the family Grand Competition arriving a few days later.

The Ji family Grand Competition is held once every ten years. This time, the competition is also for the entire tribe, but since the Ji family holds absolute dominance over the Changhe Tribe, every competition ultimately becomes a struggle among the Ji family disciples.

The Grand Competition not only determines the number one person among the younger generation of the Ji family, but the winner of each competition also automatically becomes a candidate for the Young Chieftain. Additionally, they can go to the Water God Tribe to cultivate.

For the geniuses of the Ji family, this is not only a good opportunity to display their strength but also a chance to change their destiny.

Early this morning, outside the city of the Changhe Tribe, a platform and spectator stands had already been set up on a huge open ground.

Ji Jiuwu went to the drill grounds outside the city with his father, eldest brother, and other siblings. When they arrived at the drill grounds, it was already a sea of people.

The young people participating in the Grand Competition were gathered in groups of two or three, discussing the competition.

“Who do you say will be the champion of this Grand Competition?”

“That goes without saying. Naturally, it will be Ji Jinwu. He is the personal disciple of the Great Shaman.”

“It is a pity that Ji Qinheng is injured; otherwise, they could have fought.”

“Does the Chieftain’s lineage still not have Ji Baishuang? I heard her strength is also at the Half-step Nurturing God stage, and she can fight Ji Jinwu.”

“…”

The discussion of the crowd did not affect Ji Jiuwu. On the contrary, Ji Qinheng, who was beside him, revealed a look of loss and remained silent the entire way.

Seeing his eldest son in such a dispirited state, Ji Yuantao immediately spoke up: “Heng, do not be so downcast. A momentary setback does not represent a lifetime of achievement.”

“As long as you are willing to cultivate with dedication, one day you will surely become a Great Witch.”

Ji Jiuwu, who was nearby, also chimed in: “That’s right, Big Brother. My Master also often says that how far a person can go on the path of cultivation does not depend on talent or other factors being the most important.”

“The most important thing is the Dao Heart. As long as the Dao Heart is firm enough, one can surely walk their own path.”

Upon hearing this, Ji Qinheng clenched his fist and said: “Thank you, Father and Brother, for your encouragement. After I heal my injury, I will work hard at my cultivation to prove my strength.”

“Let us go. In this Grand Competition, let us first see what exactly this kid Jiuwu has learned from the Martial God.”

After speaking, Ji Yuantao led his family towards the spectator stands.

As the direct son of the Chieftain, his son had a quota as a seeded player in the competition. He did not need to participate in the preliminaries for the first three days and only needed to join the knockout rounds in the last few days.

In the Changhe Tribe’s Grand Competition, anyone who could make it into the top hundred would be selected into the City Guard, receiving land and slaves. The top twenty could be taken as disciples by the Priests or the Chieftain, while the top three could become disciples under the Great Shaman.

Soon, the group arrived at the spectator stands and waited for the competition to begin. As the various big shots of the Changhe Tribe arrived one after another, this Grand Competition officially commenced.

The Ninth Priest was responsible for hosting this Grand Competition. He stepped into the air, appearing in mid-sky, and declared: “Now, this Priest announces the start of the once-in-a-decade Changhe Tribe Grand Competition…”

One hour later, the disciples of the Changhe Tribe went onto the platform one after another to compete. If it were before, Ji Jiuwu would not have even glanced at the matches of these fellows.

This time, however, he watched every disciple who came on stage with great concentration.

Seeing this, Ji Qinheng, who was beside him, immediately asked: “Jiuwu, you have changed.”

Ji Jiuwu smiled and said: “After cultivating with my Master for three years, I have indeed changed quite a bit. I want to see if I can learn something useful from these clansmen of mine.”

“Oh?”

Ji Qinheng said: “Tell me, having watched for so long, what have you deduced?”

Ji Jiuwu did not hide it and told his eldest brother about his observations. Ji Father and Ji Mother were very gratified to hear the conversation between the two brothers.

What they had worried about most was that these two promising sons would one day become enemies. Such matters were not uncommon in the Changhe Tribe. Now it seemed their previous worries were completely unnecessary.

Three days later, one hundred and ten young people passed the selection and would compete against the seeded players recommended by the various big shots of the Ji family.

As the drawing ceremony began, Ji Jiuwu also stood up from his seat and said to his parents: “Father, Mother, I am going to draw lots first.”

“Go ahead.”

Ji Yuantao said with a smile.

The moment Ji Jiuwu stepped onto the stage, the entire drill grounds erupted in a wave of discussion.

“Look quickly, that sickly guy is Ji Jiuwu. I heard that this kid has good luck. He only qualified to become one of the top ten seeded players because his eldest brother, Ji Qinheng, was injured.”

“So that means as long as we draw Ji Jiuwu, it signifies that we can enter the top hundred?”

“Correct. Heaven bless me to let me, Quanya, draw Ji Jiuwu, this soft persimmon.”

“…”

Ji Jiuwu was amused when he heard the discussions from below. He, a dignified disciple of the Martial God, was actually regarded as a soft persimmon.

It seemed if he did not show a small glimpse of his ability, his lineage would be looked down upon.

Soon, the drawing ceremony ended. Ji Jiuwu looked at the character “One” in his hand and thought to himself: It seems Grandfather and the Great Shaman also want to witness my strength.

“Next, the two young people who drew the number one sign will come out to compete.”

After the Ninth Priest shouted loudly, Ji Jiuwu slowly walked towards the platform. Although his walking speed was not fast, it attracted the attention of countless people.

Amidst the crowd beneath the platform, a cheerful voice suddenly came: “I drew the number one sign. My luck, Quanya, is truly good!”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone’s gaze fell upon that young man.

That was a young man wearing gray wolf hide clothing, with a wolf tooth hanging around his neck. Holding a pitch-black and shiny axe in his hand, he leaped onto the platform with a vigorous step.

Ji Jiuwu looked at the young man in front of him and smiled: “Are you so happy just because you drew me?”

As his words fell, Quanya scratched his head in embarrassment, squeezing out a smile on his face: “Young Master Jiuwu, please do not take offense. I just did not expect that I would be able to cross hands with you.”

“Alright. Since you feel you have the skill to beat me, then bring out all your abilities. Do not disappoint me too much.”

Ji Jiuwu clasped his hands behind his back, looking down at the young man before him from above.

Quanya said: “Young Master Jiuwu, you should bring out your weapon quickly. Otherwise, it will not be good if you get injured by me in a while. This axe of mine was obtained from an Organ-Refining Warrior of a foreign tribe.”

Hiss…

The audience beneath the platform, upon hearing the words “Organ-Refining Warrior,” added a few traces of envy to their gaze as they looked at Quanya. No wonder this kid usually treasures his axe so much.

Ji Jiuwu smiled and said: “You do not need to worry about me. If your full-power strike can touch the corner of my clothes, then this battle will count as my loss.”

Before his voice had even finished, a huge uproar was set off inside the drill grounds…

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