Ye Meng bowed: "You two teachers, please drink more tonight."

Old Man Shen and Li Changkong burst into laughter and said: "For Ye Meng’s sake, we’ll spare you this time."

As soon as Ye Meng stepped out, the young Marquis and Martial Kings who came to participate in the selection all had their eyes light up.

They couldn’t help but want to get closer.

Even with no wicked intentions in mind, just looking at a beauty of this level is a delightful sight.

Moreover, missing this chance might mean never seeing such a level of beauty again in this lifetime.

But they were all scared back by a fierce and wicked glare from Old Man Shen.

Master Song Yidao came over, and upon seeing Old Man Shen, his eyes lit up immediately. He quickly took a few steps forward and stood beside Old Man Shen, finally regaining some confidence.

This Shen Zhixuan is even uglier than me.

He felt a bit consoled.

Although I’m bald, compared to Shen Zhixuan, I’m quite handsome, and I’m half a head taller than him.

As for the imposing Li Changkong beside them, Song Yidao automatically ignored him—not in the same league, no point comparing.

So, Master Song talked pleasantly with Old Man Shen, nearly inseparable.

Early wei hour in the afternoon.

The Marquis selection battle begins.

Old Man Shen and Li Changkong stood on either side, protecting Ye Meng in the middle, while Song Yidao sat behind Ye Meng, forming a triangular guard.

As for Fang Che, he was in the contestants’ area watching the battle.

...

The Marquis level battles were already considered quite intense.

Cheers and applause surrounded them.

On stage, each was showing their heroism, fiercely exchanging blows.

But Fang Che only felt like yawning.

He watched until the Marquis level battles were over; when the first place was chosen, Fang Che couldn’t help but sigh. This first place was from Baiyun Martial Academy, a third-year student.

They were considered very impressive, obviously hardworking, with talent and comprehension that could be considered top-notch. Their actual combat experience was not lacking either.

But in Fang Che’s eyes, there were still many flaws.

Thinking of the geniuses from the Demon Sect he encountered in ’Cultivating Gu to become a God’, even just those who died by his hand, once grown to Marquis level, would include at least thirty or forty stronger than this first place.

And those who survived... not to mention super geniuses like Yan Beihan, Chen Yin, even Ling Kong and Xi Yun would easily surpass them.

And this was the entire selection result from the Southeast.

"The Wei Wo Zheng Sect truly has divine protection, with fortunes soaring."

Fang Che sighed in his heart.

As for whether the first place from the Southeast could stand out in the headquarters’ competition to face the young generation of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, Fang Che had no hope at all.

Or rather... if someone like this could represent them, Fang Che would even feel a bit hopeless.

Next were the King level battles.

The referee above was calling out.

"Who would like to volunteer to be the first King level Arena Master?"

Before the words were finished, a flash of black clothes and twinkling stars, Fang Che’s tall figure soared into the sky, and in mid-air, he removed his large cloak with a flick, and the cloak flew like a black cloud into Ye Meng’s arms.

Mid-air, Fang Che, with his ape-like arms and wasp-like waist, broad shoulders and long legs, appeared heroic and graceful, captivating everyone.

He walked leisurely in the air and landed, with his black combat boots gently touching the arena.

As he turned upon landing, the golden stars on his black steward’s cloak shone brilliantly.

At this moment, his presence was unrivaled, almost impossible to look directly at.

Fang Che stood on the arena, standing leisurely, with a faint smile, and said: "I am Fang Che, Chief Steward of the Baiyun State Guardian Hall, and I will take on the role of Arena Master. If any of you have objections, feel free to challenge me."

The twenty Kings, thirty Marquises, and a dozen Martial Emperors from Baiyun Martial Academy cheered loudly.

"Fang Xiaohua, impressive!"

The uniform, mighty cheers shook the entire venue.

Suddenly, everyone was asking around: "What does it mean? How did he become Fang Xiaohua?"

So this group began to explain: "Do you think he’s handsome?"

"Handsome!"

"Have you ever seen anyone more handsome?"

"Honestly, never."

"Originally, Baiyun Martial Academy had no school beauty; but ever since Fang Che joined the academy, he was unanimously voted by all the girls to become the school beauty."

"Fang Che is the first and only school beauty of Baiyun Martial Academy!"

"I see, now he does seem like a flower."

"Definitely, definitely, the title of school beauty is well-deserved."

"So even a guy can be the school beauty, well, I’m impressed, truly a grand academy, playing in style."

"Awesome."

"Hahaha..."

Hearing this on the arena, Fang Che’s eyebrows twitched, his face turning as black as coal, and with a clang, he drew his long sword, pointing crookedly at the twenty Kings from Baiyun Martial Academy: "Stop spreading rumors below, come up! I’ll teach each one of you a lesson!"

The twenty laughed: "We are not spreading rumors, I swear to Heaven, you are the school beauty! Our one and only school beauty!"

"Ever since you left, the term school beauty has been collectively sealed by the girls. Fang Xiaohua, you are unprecedented and unrepeatable, hahaha..."

"Fang Xiaohua, impressive!"

This time, thousands of people in the entire venue joined those from Baiyun Martial Academy in shouting: "Fang Xiaohua, impressive!"

In an instant, the sound was earth-shattering, like a roaring sea.

Watching from the arena, Fang Xiaohua’s face turned as black as a devil’s.

Everyone laughed together: "Hahaha..."

Amidst the laughter, a young King from Baiyun Martial Academy stepped onto the stage: "Fang Xiaohua, come on."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Che, with domineering aura, slashed down with a single stroke: "I’ll show you school beauty!"

But since this young man had come to the stage, he must have been prepared, knowing that it wasn’t possible for Fang Xiaohua to advance so quickly, he blocked horizontally with his sword.