Chapter 1780: The Alliance of the Hundred Warriors

Xu Yang nodded in agreement with Qingya. "This is a good suggestion. Settling them will be effortless. The world is vast; why would it not accommodate a few thousand martial artists? For us, the most pressing issue is how to draw out those from the Heavenly Sect."

Xu Yang made a thoughtful gesture.

At that moment, several mountain-guarding disciples from outside the War God Pavilion's main hall respectfully entered and knelt before Miss Qingya.

"Reporting, Pavilion Master," one said, "a martial artist just delivered a letter and instructed us to hand it to you personally."

Qingya gave the mountain-guarding disciple a look. "Just give it to Sir Xu Yang."

With a gentle wave of his palm, the entire content of the letter was absorbed into Xu Yang's mind; he didn't even need to read it visually. Moments later, the letter, in front of the subordinate dozens of meters away, spontaneously combusted into nothingness.

This display utterly stunned the two disciples before him. They had never witnessed such eerie and miraculous cultivation techniques in their lives. After all, the maximum effective range of a martial artist's Inner Qi cultivation typically doesn't exceed a few hundred meters, even for legendary martial artists who have reached the Grand Completion realm or higher. It's challenging to achieve long-distance, widespread technique coverage. Witnessing Xu Yang's power to control everything, these low-level martial artists could never truly comprehend such a realm.

"It's news from the Royal Family," Xu Yang announced. "Next month is the Hundred Martial Artists' Alliance between the two great dynasties. This year's alliance has expanded in scale; each dynasty will send two hundred martial artists to compete. The ten most powerful individuals will be granted noble titles. There also appear to be special missions and rewards awaiting those top ten martial artists. This is truly remarkable news for our War God Pavilion."

As Xu Yang spoke, a broad smile spread across his face, indicating he and Long Kun had already decided to participate.

Qingya, however, looked worried. "Are you sure you want to compete personally?" she asked. "If so, with your combined strength, you're bound to win this Hundred Martial Artists' Alliance tournament. Your reputation will skyrocket, which would pave the way for our War God Pavilion. But being in the spotlight might not necessarily be a good thing."

Xu Yang burst into laughter. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "I know exactly what I'm doing. I would never rashly put you in harm's way without absolute certainty. Since the War God Pavilion is my ally, I will ensure your safety. Moreover, I'm almost certain that if the Heavenly Sect truly has some clandestine plan, this Hundred Martial Artists' Alliance will be their perfect opportunity for covert operations. As the saying goes, 'If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the cub?' If we cower and avoid every opportunity, we can never become a truly top-tier legacy standing proudly in the Ancient Martial God Path."

Hearing Xu Yang's explanation, Miss Qingya immediately changed her mind, realizing he made a lot of sense. After all, it was he and Long Kun who would be participating personally; Qingya wouldn't need to get involved at all.

"Alright then," she conceded, "since you both have made this decision, I will accompany you in a few days. The Hundred Martial Artists' Alliance is essentially a veiled contest with the Profound Feather Dynasty, which neighbors our own. It's a significant event for both sides to showcase their underlying power. Once you two emerge victorious, the Royal Family will surely reward you, and the War God Pavilion will also receive substantial benefits. I have great confidence in your abilities; I just wonder what your intentions are, whether these two 'great Buddhas' will unleash your full power then."

Xu Yang and Long Kun exchanged glances, sharing an unspoken understanding, and a slight smile appeared on their faces.

"There's no need to unleash our full power," Xu Yang replied, "but taking the top spot is certainly necessary. There's no use discussing it now; just watch what we do when the time comes."

Xu Yang's words immediately put Qingya at ease. He knew well that Qingya wasn't doubting their abilities but rather that she couldn't discern the true cultivation realms Xu Yang and Long Kun had reached. The Hundred Martial Artists' Alliance was exceptionally perilous. Those representing the two great royal families were all top-tier prodigies from within the royalty, even individuals at the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm. While such strength might allow one to become a sect leader within the Cloudy Province, it was hardly worth mentioning on the stage of the Hundred Martial Artists' Alliance. Qingya had initially been somewhat worried for Xu Yang and Long Kun, but upon hearing Xu Yang's words, her heart immediately settled.

After a few days of simple rest, Xu Yang and Long Kun, accompanied by Qingya, headed north towards Tiandu, the imperial capital. According to the internal regulations of the dynasty, to participate in the Hundred Martial Artists' Alliance, a preliminary selection had to be held within the dynasty to choose the 150 strongest martial arts elites. The remaining 50 spots were reserved for retainers of major royal factions and the imperial princes and nobles who had cultivated martial arts since childhood. These individuals did not need to undergo the initial selection and were directly included in the 50 spots. While it seemed somewhat unfair, such were the rules, and no one could change them.

Xu Yang and Long Kun disdained such rules, and they harbored no fear of any so-called contests or competitions. Instead, they were filled with anticipation for the upcoming confrontation.

Upon arriving at Tiandu Royal City, Xu Yang and Long Kun were truly astonished by the sights within the city. With people coming and going, and carriages bustling, Tiandu's level of civilization was more advanced than Xu Yang had anticipated, clearly several tiers above the civilization of the Kunlun Divine Path. Almost everyone on the streets wore luxurious silken robes, adorned with gold and silver, living relatively opulent lives. The renowned martial artists, accompanied by their retinues, were treated with the utmost respect by all. In Tiandu, martial artists who had reached the Divine Transformation Realm or higher were undoubtedly considered nobility.

"Hey, Boss," Long Kun said, "the three of us have just arrived at Tiandu Royal City, and there are still a few days until the registration for the internal selection. Why don't we explore the city first, experience its local customs, and try some of Tiandu's unique delicacies? Wouldn't that be enjoyable?"

Xu Yang initially wanted to refuse him, as he wasn't one for crowds, but before he could speak, Qingya, standing beside him, readily agreed. "Absolutely," she affirmed. "You two are going to exert yourselves for the War God Pavilion and make a name for yourselves. If I, as the Pavilion Master, can't even provide for your basic food and drink, wouldn't that ruin the War God Pavilion's reputation? Eat to your heart's content; money is not an issue."

Seeing the girl's generous expression, Xu Yang couldn't help but chuckle. Without further ado, he and Long Kun immediately rented out an entire inn that seemed quite decent.