Qi Feng's voice as soon as it was called immediately became the focal point of everyone's attention. All of us are aware that Liantai was the first discovery he made, and he has already accomplished several landmark feats in the cultivation world. His recent successes, including humiliating Dong Qinkuan's Xiaoyao Sect, have firmly established him as a legendary figure. However, most people are unaware of his actual rank, so many believe he is simply trying to create a spectacle. How can a young, somewhat inexperienced man compete with the ten leading sect masters? What credentials does he have? Those who know his rank, on the other hand, certainly don't see it that way. To reach the Void Stage at such a young age is already an extraordinary achievement—so rare that it might well make him the surprise star of this gathering of immortals. Subsequently, more and more people signed up, and the final number settled at twenty-two. Among the registrants were Lin Fenglei and the Master of Bai He Sect—two who ranked at the bottom of the group. It was truly puzzling how they had the confidence to sign up. Qin Shao found this just as strange. "Wenwen," he said out loud, so that others could hear, "has Lin Fenglei's mind been kicked by a donkey? Even when facing Lin Jia Hao, he could deliver a decisive blow. But now, his opponents are the heads of various sects—does he even have a chance of winning, let alone a fraction of it?" The Bai He Master also expressed great frustration. He had registered with the intention of announcing to everyone that the recent upheavals had not been able to defeat the Bai He Sect—showing everyone the fresh, renewed spirit of the Bai He Sect. In other words, these two individuals were bound to register, no matter what. The three-member organizing committee quickly finalized the group pairings for the first match, deliberately arranging them by rank to avoid an immediate clash between top-tier competitors—pairing first against twelfth, second against thirteenth, and so on. Qin Feng's opponent was none other than the Bai He Master himself, and their group was fortunate enough to be the very first to compete. The Bai He Master felt deeply aggrieved. He had originally planned that if his opponent proved too strong, he would simply concede; if he were paired with someone of comparable rank, he would give it his best effort—winning at least one match before conceding would at least carry dignity. Yet he had never imagined that his opponent would not only be a master of the Ji Mi stage but also Qin Feng himself. It cannot be denied that Bai He Gate's current situation is directly tied to Qin Feng—calling him an enemy would not be an exaggeration. The difficulty now lies in whether to fight or not: if they fight, they are clearly no match; if they don't, it would be a great embarrassment. After all, being assigned to the first match and then conceding before stepping onto the stage would be a complete loss of face. Had he known it would turn out this way, he would never have signed up—what a regret! As soon as the host finished speaking, Qin, the young gentleman, leapt onto the stage and smiled, saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am Qin Feng. I've been fortunate enough to secure the spot for the first match—what a stroke of luck! As a newcomer, I sincerely hope all the esteemed elders and colleagues will kindly support and guide me!" His words were exceptionally humble, and now it was up to the Master of Bai He Gate. With a determined resolve, he walked up the stage. Facing true masters, he had no intention of either surpassing or flying over them—he simply walked, which would appear more modest. As soon as he stepped onto the platform and had barely opened his mouth, Qin Feng immediately bowed deeply: "Master of the White Crane Sect, please forgive me for any shortcomings—I'm ready to begin!" White Crane Sect Master's face turned pale green. He had expected Qin Feng to take this moment to exact his revenge, and not only would he have to endure a beating, but also have to graciously thank him for his leniency—it was truly heartbreaking. He quickly bowed back, saying: "Master Qin, I know I'm no match for you. Perhaps we should just skip the match altogether!" "Absolutely not! This is our very first match—we must set a good example for the upcoming competitors. Besides, how can we determine a winner if we don't compete?" He fixed his eyes on him with a determined gaze, clearly determined to make him fight, no matter what. "I yield—this should be sufficient, then. The winner is your esteemed Master Qin," White Crane Sect Master said quickly. While losing was embarrassing, voluntarily conceding was even more so, but at least it was better than first taking a beating and then facing embarrassment. Qin Dashi narrowed his eyes: "That works for me. Hosts, does this sound acceptable to you? I still insist on having a match—otherwise, people might think I'm taking advantage of the situation!" Master Bai quickly turned to Dong Qinkuan and said: "Dong Master, I truly can't match Qin Master's strength. Why go through the trouble of having a match? Could you please intercede on my behalf?" Dong Qinkuan, seeing how seriously Master Bai valued the hosts' status, smiled and said: "Qin Master, since the opponent has already conceded, there's no need for a match. I'll declare you the winner. What do the others think?" Most of the audience were now urging for a match—after all, they wouldn't be the ones getting hit. On the stage, everyone nodded in agreement with Dong Qinkuan's proposal. They were well aware that their opponents had likely already arranged for a match in this way. If they themselves refused, they'd surely waste valuable time later on. Thus, amid the murmurs and boos, the White Crane Sect master made a humble exit, while Qin Feng smiled warmly, repeatedly bowing to the audience, exuding the air of a triumphant victor. With a cheerful spring from the stage, he turned to the two women and said, "How about now? I've already won one match—don't you think it's time for some recognition or encouragement?" Before either woman could speak, Ling stepped forward and said, "What recognition do you need? You didn't actually win—your opponent just conceded! Isn't that enough? Such a bad actor—your pride is truly thick!" Qin's face flushed with embarrassment. He hadn't expected a young, lively girl to call him out so sharply—quite beyond the call of duty. The Master of the Spirit Sect glanced at his disciple but couldn't offer much more, as his own match was about to begin. His opponent was precisely Lin Fenglei. Lin Fenglei, however, moved with graceful poise onto the stage and bowed formally to the Spirit Sect master, saying, "I'm not up to your standard—perhaps I should simply concede like the White Crane master, and kindly ask you not to be displeased." "The spiritual gate master returned the courtesy. Thus, Lin Fenglei gracefully stepped down from the platform. "Yay! Master won! Master is the best!" the young apprentice shouted excitedly from the beginning. Qin junior couldn't help but counter, "What's the big deal? It was Master who voluntarily conceded, not that Master actually defeated him. Why are you so excited?" "You don't know what you're talking about," the young apprentice replied, her voice full of indignation.