Just three days after the New Year, the Cangli Ling family's family competition began.

All the Qi Practitioners who signed up arrived at the arena early, while some spectators who didn't sign up arrived relatively late.

The ones hosting the family competition this year are Ling Yuanqing, Ling Yuanqi, and Ling Yuanxing. Among them, Ling Yuanqing is the elder of the Cangli Ling family. She is the third in the Yuan generation. She is a member of the second family and has the cultivation of the middle stage of foundation building.

Because she is also the only female elder of the Cangli Ling clan.

In addition to these three people, there are thirty-six older monks who are in the late stages of Qi training. They do not participate in the competition, but serve as referees for the competition.

"Third sister, all the clan members participating in the competition are here."

Ling Yuanqi looked at Ling Yuanqing and said.

Ling Yuanqing nodded. Her hair was a little white, her face was slightly wrinkled, her skin was slightly loose, but her complexion was rosy. She looked about forty years old.

"It's half an hour before the competition. Please tell them the rules of the competition again. I hope things like those decades ago won't happen again."

Ling Yuanqi felt that what she said made sense, so he walked in front of everyone and announced the rules of the family competition.

The old man's ears have become calloused by the rules of the competition. Only newcomers like Ling Youdao will listen carefully to see what rules they don't know.

In fact, there are not many rules in the competition, and they were all explained in just half a cup of tea.

"You must never take the rules of the competition seriously."

Everyone responded respectfully: "Yes!"

"Start queuing up to draw lots."

More than 300 people lined up in a long queue, stepping forward one after another to take one of the bamboo sticks piled on the table.

Ling Yuanxing was behind the table, watching every clan member who drew lots to prevent them from taking more.

Ling Youdao was standing in the middle of the queue. He saw the tribesmen who had taken bamboo sticks stretched out their index fingers to gently touch the bamboo sticks.

The bamboo sticks were all the same, and it was impossible to know what was written on them without unlocking the restrictions on them, so everyone just took one randomly.

Soon it was Ling Youdao's turn. He did not rush to draw lots, but saluted Ling Yuanxing.

"Youdao has met Grandpa Jiu."

Ling Yuanxing smiled and nodded, "Yeah."

He quickly drew a bamboo stick, then walked to the side and stretched out his index finger to touch the bamboo stick.

Then I saw the bamboo stick written on it, five games in the first round, Arena No. 31.

A total of 361 people participated in the competition this time, and the competition venue has 36 arenas, each of which can accommodate 72 people competing at the same time.

In this way, the 361 people in the first round will need to compete in five games, and one person will directly advance to the second round with a bye.

Ling Youdao put away the bamboo sticks and suddenly heard someone laughing, and the laughter spread throughout the competition arena.

Everyone looked at the man curiously. Some people had already guessed something, and some people looked confused.

"What's wrong with him? Why is he laughing suddenly?"

But I saw a middle-aged man next to me asking: "Is this your first time participating in a family competition?"

"yes."

"There are 361 people participating in the family competition this year, which is an odd number. This means that one person will get a bye in this round of competition. He is smiling so happily, which is probably because he got a bye."

"A bye? Doesn't that mean he advanced directly to the second round? No wonder he is so happy."

Ling Youdao looked at the man with envy, then shook his head, "This is purely luck, you can't envy him."

"Third uncle, we came to see you compete."

When he heard the sound, two brothers, Ling Renxin and Ling Renyi, ran towards him. Behind them was a middle-aged man who looked very similar to Ling Yuansheng.

The two brothers looked at Ling Youdao and chuckled. Ling Renyi said: "Third uncle, let's see you compete. You must compete well and knock them all down."

Ling Youdao rubbed his head, "You thought your third uncle was a foundation-building monk, and you beat them all down."

Ling Renyi scratched his head and smiled.

At this time, the middle-aged man following the two brothers also approached, and Ling Youdao saluted him.

"Uncle."

This middle-aged man is Ling Yuansheng's eldest son, Ling Dingxiong, who has reached the tenth level of Qi training.

A monk at the ninth level of qi training can break into the foundation building stage. Generally, there will be three results. One is a successful breakthrough and becomes a foundation building monk. The second is a failure to break through and even damages the vitality. The third is Ling Dingxiong's situation.

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Although the foundation building failed, the cultivation level has reached the tenth level of Qi training, commonly known as Qi training Dzogchen.

Ling Dingfang smiled and nodded, "Yes, you have reached the sixth level of Qi training so quickly. Your eldest brother could only break through to the fourth level of Qi training when you were your age."

What he was doing was not a guard duty, so he was able to take time to return to Cangli Island.

"Compete well. With your sixth level of Qi training, although it is impossible to reach the top ten in this competition, as long as you perform well, you can attract the attention of the family's senior officials."

He said with emotion, "When I reach my uncle's age, even if I want to participate in the competition, I have no chance."

Only clan members under the age of eighty are allowed to participate in the Cangli Ling Family Competition, because the purpose of the family competition is to discover clan members with potential.

However, clan members who are too old are too strong, which often overshadows the talents of rising stars. In addition, clan members who are too old have no value in training.

Therefore, the Cangli Ling clan stipulated that no Qi practicing monks over eighty years old could participate in the family competition.

Ling Dingxiong, as the eldest son of Ling Yuansheng, is over eighty years old this year, so naturally he cannot participate in the family competition.

"My nephew is self-aware. In this competition, he will never dare to reach the top ten. He just wants to compete with his peers."

Regarding this competition, Ling Youdao never thought of reaching the top ten, because without the help of external objects, it was absolutely impossible to reach the top ten with just his sixth level of Qi training.

Even if he used his seventh-level Qi training, he still wouldn't be able to make it into the top ten, because the top ten in every competition are all masters at the ninth level of Qi training, and there are even people who have reached the Great Perfection of Qi training.

His cultivation at the seventh level of Qi training was not enough in the eyes of those people.

The reason why he chose to sign up for the family competition was to take this opportunity to test the strength of his peers and how big the gap was between him and them.

In the earthly world, there is a saying that people study hard, and in the world of cultivating immortals, there is also a saying that cultivating immortals cannot be done behind closed doors.

Ling Youdao knows this truth very well, which is why he is more inclined to the radical faction of the family.

Ling Dingxiong nodded, "Cultivation of immortality cannot be achieved without ambition, but remember not to aim too high. You still need to practice down-to-earth and lay a solid foundation at every step, so that you can accumulate a lot."

"Nephew, remember this!"

Ling Dingxiong nodded with satisfaction.
Chapter completed!