Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss



Zeng Zhengping had also heard that Yuwen Siyuan's strength was extraordinary. Some people had even said that he had reached the divine-level realm at such a young age. He had not believed it at first, but after seeing his gloomy and confident expression, he no longer had any doubts. One must know that Ling Chuxi was a late stage Emperor level master. If Yuwen Siyuan was not a god level master, how could he be so confident?

"Ling Chuxi, you're dead for sure this time. Don't think that my money is so easy to earn. Save it for a coffin. " Looking at Ling Chuxi, who was entering the venue, Zeng Zhengping sneered.

After verifying their identities, the law-enforcement officers brought Ling Chuxi and the others to their designated seats.

According to their status, the seats allocated to the great families were also different. The closer they were to the front, the higher their status. Even though the Ling family was no longer as glorious as it used to be, they still had some power left over. Their position was not too bad, and it was right at the edge of the first row. This was because the seats were arranged in an arc, and they were facing the Yuwen and Zeng family.

The two sides looked at each other and sparks of hostility were created.

"Eh, why are there so many young disciples? are the elders not coming?" Ling Yixuan asked curiously. The entire selection field was packed with people. There were nearly ten thousand disciples from aristocratic families who had come to participate in the selection and observe. Most of them were young faces, and there were pitifully few middle-aged people and even fewer elderly people.

"This is for the sake of fairness, to prevent any family's elders from taking advantage of their seniority and affecting the process of the selection." Ling Yitong explained. She had been out for many years and had seen more than Ling Yixuan and the others.

Was it fair? Ling Chuxi smiled faintly. Just from the seating arrangement, there was already no fairness to speak of. Moreover, there was also a Deacon like Zeng Zhengping who abused his power for personal gain. However, there was no such thing as absolute fairness in this world, so Ling Chuxi did not think too much about it. When the selection began, she wanted to see what other tricks Zeng Zhengping had up his sleeve.

Not long after, all the disciples of the aristocratic families had entered the arena, and the boundary restriction of the competition arena was completely sealed.

With the sound of a bell, three old men walked up to the grandstand behind the competition stage and looked down.

These three were all elders of the ruling council, and they were fully in charge of the selection this time.

Although the three of them didn't deliberately release any pressure, nor did they say anything, with their steady and graceful steps, the entire competition venue fell silent.

It should be known that the elders of the ruling council were all legendary figures in the Qing-Yun realm. Even though they were not as powerful as the zone leaders, they were still mysterious figures. It was a great honor to see them.

Moreover, the younger brothers of the noble families who were participating in the selection still had their futures in their hands. Even if they didn't have the chance to participate in the selection, as long as they could enter their eyes, their futures would be limitless.

They looked at the three elders with admiration and anticipation. Almost everyone's hearts were beating wildly, and they didn't even dare to whisper.

Soon after, a few more young people walked up to the grandstands and respectfully served behind the three old men. They seemed to be their disciples.

Seeing those few young people, the people below the stage were even more envious.

Ling Chuxi's gaze also swept past the faces of those people. Before she came, she had already inquired about some of the details of the aristocratic family's adjudication selection and knew the status of these three elders. She was also a little curious about what kind of heaven-bestowed talent was needed to be qualified to become their disciple.