4 COMPETITION STARTS

The three youths at the back were Martintor's children born from Castilla. He had one more daughter who currently isn't here.

All three of them were exceptionally talented in cultivation. They were going to shine in today's competition.

Martintor had a total of five children. One from his principal wife and four from his concubines.

There was a family rule in the Red Castle. Only the main bloodline could carry the last name of Rosencoffen, other members of the family had to carry the last name of Rosennor. This meant that Martintor's children who were born from his concubines were carrying the last name of Rosennor. So they wouldn't be considered as heirs. Despite everyone's discomfort, Yulian was the official heir of the Red Castle.

Martintor and others weren't happy about this situation, but the rules were the rules. Especially, the rules set down by the Great Ancestor of the Red Castle.

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The family competition's purpose was granting experience to the disciples. It is organized regularly every year. Most of the time, there were guests from other organization, but they would not bring their disciples for joining. It was a family competition after all.

Today, Branded Moon had brought a disciple to join the competition, and she wasn't a random disciple. She was the Young Mistress of the sect.

Martintor was restless from the inside. Not because of the Branded Moon's Young Mistress, he was restless because of Meng Heng. He was famous for his sarcastic attitude. As being the son of the Exalted Emperor, he wasn't afraid of anything. He was twenty five years old this year, but still behaving like an arrogant young master.

He knew Meng Heng would attack him mercilessly, despite his good manners until so far. And his heir will definitely become a topic of conversation at a point. Martintor had planned a few things in order to lose less face, but the things he can do was limited in this kind of situation.

When the nine people in question entered the arena, all the spectator stands stood up and cheered loudly.

They headed to the seats that prepared for them beforehand.

Martintor waved his hands to the crowd of the spectator, silencing them before starting his opening speech. "Today is the day of Red Castle's annual competition! As you knew already, we have guests from afar! I believe all of you will be surprised and excited at the same time when you hear the news I am about to announce! One of our honored guests, the legendary Young Mistress of the Branded Moon will be participating in today's competition!"

What kind of character was the Young Mistress of the Branded Moon? Her beauty and her talent in cultivation already spread across the entire continent. She was fifteen this year but already in a different league from the members of her generation. Hearing her participation in the competition, caused another fuss within the crowd.

"I won't take much of your time! The rules are simple! The match will continue until a participant unable to get up or until one of them surrenders! Using magical items or causing your opponent heavy injuries will end you up disqualified! Now, let the games begin!" His voice powered by his cultivation, causing it to be loud enough to spread across the entire arena.

Usually, this annual competition would finish in one day. Many of the participants surrender when they match with a stronger opponent.

Normally, this kind of action would cause contempt, but this competition was for the sake of granting experience for the disciples. The disciples wouldn't gain much by fighting an opponent way stronger than them. Therefore, surrendering before the match, wouldn't end with contempt in this kind of situation.

The competition started with the sign of Martintor.

As expected first a few rounds were dull. The matches were ordinary, and strong participants' opponents surrendered before the match. Naturally, Martintor's children and the Young Mistress didn't have the chance to enter the arena.

Meng Heng had an uninterested look on his face at this point. "This competition looks so trivial to me. It would still be ok, even if Castle Master wouldn't trouble himself of organizing the competition. These disciples of yours are simply losing face for you with their poor performances."

"Young Master can relax, the competition has just started." Said Martintor. He knew that Meng Heng would definitely cause a headache for him. Therefore, he didn't get angry or frustrated.

"So be it." Said Meng Heng indifferently, then turned his head towards Shen Huang, "This young master wants to know, am I the only one who got bored from this family competition?" Apparently, he wanted to strike a conversation with the trio.

"It is quite understandable. Since this is a family competition, it is natural. There isn't enough rivalry. This Shen suggests from young master to wait a little more. The competition will get lively soon." Said Shen Huang, acted as a mediator. A dispute here wouldn't earn her anything.

"Tch." Meng Heng grumbled from the inside but didn't say anything.

Soon, it was the time for the semi-finals, and the first match was between the two sons of Martintor. A match between the siblings.

"Anderaff, Joraff… show us a good match befitting the name of the Red Castle." Martintor said, then threw a meaningful glance at his sons.

Naturally, the two understood the meaning of the look. "Yes, father!"

Martintor couldn't let Red Castle to seen weak in the presence of foreigners. While he had the chance, he had to do something.

Anderaff and Joraff entered the arena with a graceful jump, faced each other from their respective positions and waited for the sign that signified the start of the match.

Anderaff Rosennor was the star of the current young generation in the Red Castle. He was eighteen this year and already reached the middle stages of the Qi Sphere Realm. It was an achievement fitting for the peak of the young generation in the continent.

On the other hand, Joraff Rosennor was sixteen this year, and he was in the early stages of the Qi Sphere Realm.

When the two entered the arena, there was an uproar in the spectator's stands. Especially from the young girls. They were screaming loudly and showing various parts of their bodies in order to receive just a look from the two genius.

They were like a perfect male god in the eyes of the young girls. Their handsomeness and status were simply incomparable to other participants.

"Hahaha! Finally, something decent to watch! I heard many things about Red Castle Family's bloodline. This young master has high expectations." Said Meng Heng with obviously exaggerated excitement on his face.

"One is at the Fourth Level of the Qi Sphere Realm, and the other one is at the Second Level. If Shen Lan had not been hindered because of her age, your two sons would be a good opponent for her." Shen Huang said while looking at the arena. She was smiling slightly at the same time.

'They are indeed talented but no match for our Young Mistress. This match will be a good evaluation for the Red Castle's power.' Said Shen Huang from the inside.

She was a bit concerned because of Red Castle's bloodline powers.

In the continent, the bloodline of the Grand Ancestor of the Branded Moon Sect would be considered the most mysterious while Red Castle Ancestor's bloodline was the strongest.

The silver-eyed girl was watching attentively all this time. Without blinking of course.

Vikrice Rosennor, Martintor's brother was the referee of this match and the upcoming matches. He was one of the powerhouses of the family.

"You may start!" He bellowed.

At this time Castilla stood up. "If you excuse me, I want to take my leave for a while." She said, held the hem of her red dress and walked away gracefully.

"The permission is yours, my lady." Meng Heng smiled slightly.

A woman could have many circumstances. Naturally, these people here were gentlemen and guests, so no one asked anything.

She went back from the way they had come with a kind face. The disciples bowed upon seeing her. In the absence of Clarea Rosencoffen, Castilla was the First Lady of Red Castle in the eyes of the many members.

She went all the way to the room that belonged solely to her. Closed the door and activated an energy formation that placed on beforehand. Then a masked man clad in black came out from the shadows of the wardrobe.

Castilla didn't look at him. She was looking at the mirror currently. Her face had changed greatly compared to before. There was no trace on the mirror from the graceful and kind her. Her smile she was currently wearing, showed malicious intent.

The man walked to behind her and kneeled on one knee. Apparently, he was waiting for instructions.

"You may begin." Said Castilla.

"As the Mistress wishes." The man answered in a quiet voice before fading in the same shadow.