Misty Rain Tower

Desert North, Dantai tribe.

At dawn, the men of the grasslands went hunting, tended to cattle and sheep, or practiced martial arts and archery, sparring with each other in a lively scene.

After waking up, the disciples of the Confucian School, with nothing better to do, curiously watched the grassland men's contests, cheering loudly and watching with excitement.

Grassland warriors focus more on tempering their physical bodies, unlike the martial artists of the Central Plains who prioritize cultivating their internal breath.

The two distinct martial paths cannot be judged as superior or inferior; due to different physiques and understandings, each chooses their own path.

However, to a Grandmaster Level cultivator of the Five Realms, external techniques like tempering the body, though advantageous in the early stages, have a low ceiling, making further cultivation difficult and limiting the potential for strength enhancement.

Of course, most martial artists, limited by their martial talent or cultivation resources, can at most open one or two Divine Hidden Techniques in their lifetime, making it hard to gain an advantage over those who cultivate external techniques.

"Friends from the Central Plains, don't just watch, come and join us."

A Dantai warrior, seeing the Confucian School disciples spectating, warmly invited them.

"No, no."

Chang Yu and others quickly declined, having learned their lesson from the Helian tribe, no one dared to stir up trouble this time.

The Dantai warriors, puzzled by the strong reaction of the Confucian disciples, wondered why these Central Plains people were so vehement.

What's going on? It's just a friendly spar, why such a strong reaction?

Among the crowd, Li Ziye, Bai Wangyu, and Wen Xiuru were content being onlookers, unwilling to step forward; watching was fine, but sparring? Impossible!

In the distance, Dantai Jingyue stood quietly in her light blue fur robe, watching the young man among the Confucian disciples, a fleeting murderous intent in her eyes.

Li Ziye, feeling it, immediately turned to look.

Their gazes met again, and after a moment, they both nodded in acknowledgment.

Quickly, they looked away, pretending nothing happened.

Their fates mutually restrained each other, and both felt a strong aversion, but neither Li Ziye nor Dantai Jingyue knew the reason, nor whether the other felt the same, so they showed no sign of abnormality.

In the center of the crowd, the Dantai warriors' contest continued, punches and kicks full of power.

Close combat, fist to flesh, further excited the onlookers, their faces flushed, shouting their approval.

Before long, the intense fight between the two Dantai warriors ended with one being thrown out of the ring, landing in a disheveled heap.

"Good!"

Immediately, the surrounding Dantai people and Confucian disciples clapped and cheered, thoroughly excited.

Li Ziye, always keen on excitement, clapped the most enthusiastically among Bai Wangyu and Wen Xiuru, his cheers the loudest.

"Dantai General."