Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

"Uh."

"It’s just like it says."

Feng Zhaoyang felt Yuchi’s confusion and seriously explained, "This is a life-or-death battle. On the stage, apart from one side being directly killed, there’s no option for surrender."

Life-or-death battle? Isn’t it normally ’giving up is losing half’?

Yuchi stared, since that’s the case, he directly asked what was on his mind: "Why is it a life-or-death battle? Is it from the very beginning meant to be a bloodbath? Is my judgment wrong, and the Celestial Craft Workshop hasn’t secretly communicated with the Li Family and discussed who will win or lose in advance?"

As expected, the old scoundrel, you’ve seen through the whole thing, huh? Before, I was sure you couldn’t see it clearly as an outsider, but now you’re directly saying it? ... Feng Zhaoyang looked at Yuchi and then at a spaceship not far away. He said serenely, "First, your judgment isn’t wrong. The Celestial Craft Workshop indeed communicated with the Li Family, this is all part of a plan between the two families."

"Secondly, to fully execute this plan, the acting can’t be too rough. For instance, if there are six battles and they just surrender at the start, isn’t that too fake?"

"There are still some big figures in the state capital who watch to see if the matches are fixed by determining if someone gets killed. If, during the matches, no one is killed, they will all be considered fixed, and even if it involves the Celestial Craft Workshop and the Li Family, it won’t convince the public. So from the start of such competitions, it was decided that out of the twelve participants, only six could survive."

Sensible... indeed, without deciding life or death, how can you convince the spectators that you’re not in cahoots, and how do you prove that the contestants are giving it their all? Only death can truly show if someone is fighting with all their strength.

Of course, if even death could be faked, then these big figures wouldn’t mind spending some money for a show.

Yuchi understood what these people meant.

This damn thing.

So ruthless?

Feng Zhaoyang nodded: "Take the Qi Cultivation Realm match, for example, one side’s participant might be stronger while the other weaker, but whether the match is set for Wang Haoran’s side to win or Li Yixun’s side, it all depends on the private talks of these big figures."

"They know well that even if two competitors in the Qi Cultivation Realm appear closely matched, the ultimate winner is predetermined by them."

"As for Wan Qishang you’ve taken under your wing, we know she’s strong in the Foundation Establishment Stage, but we don’t know if her opponent is strong or not, and furthermore, whether Wang Haoran and others want Wan Qishang to win this match is all shrouded in the dark statistics and strategies."

This is also why Yuchi was not allowed to watch the match. He surely knows Wan Qishang, and such an arrangement could mess with his mindset, causing potential issues.

That’s sensible too, because if Yuchi were to watch the Core Formation Stage match and he doesn’t know either of the two participants, then if one dies, it doesn’t matter to him — they’re strangers, aren’t they? His mindset wouldn’t be troubled, remaining indifferent to unrelated matters.

"I now understand why Wan Qishang came to see me last night."

A leaf appeared in Yuchi’s hand as he looked at the vast mountains before him: "She was scared, scared she might die in today’s battle. That’s why she couldn’t sleep because of her fear and came to talk to me, but when she saw me, she didn’t know what to say and left alone."

"And I always took this matter as a joke. I thought too lightly of it, even if my overall judgment of these matters isn’t wrong, but I overlooked the cruelty of the big figures in the state capital. They truly can do such things, really can let people die."

"Utterly terrifying."

For a moment, Yuchi felt a bit sorry for Wan Qishang.

Thinking back to Wan Qishang’s hesitant expression last night, he instantly understood her emotions then; she was going to fight the person she already knew had been firmly arranged. But she just didn’t know whether the big figures wanted her to win or to lose the match.

It was a kind of helplessness being controlled.

Feng Zhaoyang nodded, sighing, "There’s no other way, this thing isn’t forced, it’s actually a selection that started long ago. Layer by layer of selection, all of them came voluntarily, all for the elixirs after winning the match. This is essentially a gamble — gambling on whether others are betting for you to live or letting you die. If you live, then you’ll no longer have to worry about elixirs; a terrifying number of elixirs will be awarded to them."

"Of course, if you die, there’s nothing you can do."

"They’re all voluntary."

Everyone’s an adult, everyone knows the risks and consequences behind this, honestly speaking, knowing what the other party means and still coming to the match, this is gambling on one’s fate, whether you live or not. If you live, you live, with a worry-free life, if you die, you die.