One night passed.
During the morning hours, Shen Han was still in the hall discussing matters of the Ten Nations Grand Competition with the dean.
The Ten Nations Grand Competition, apart from being a contest,
is also an invaluable training opportunity.
Apart from the Ten Nations Grand Competition, there are probably few other venues where one can encounter the prodigies of various countries.
Engaging in combat with top talents of the same age from other countries will yield immense benefits.
Young strongmen who once participated in the Ten Nations Grand Competition all said they gained many insights from it.
The benefits are endless.
It was just past noon when another message was delivered.
His Holiness received a public petition.
The multitude advised His Holiness to retract the decision of allowing Shen Han to participate in the Ten Nations Grand Competition.
After all, he bears the unlucky omen, and even if His Holiness wishes to bear it for him,
there’s still a possibility it could affect the competition if he goes with an unlucky aura.
Shen Han being affected personally is minor, but if it affects others, leading to a Great Wei defeat, then what...
It’s important to know that for every match lost in the Ten Nations Grand Competition, Great Wei loses a share of resources.
And, the public does not want the Great Wei Emperor to abandon himself just to protect one younger generation member.
These resources are not insignificant, otherwise there would be no sacrifices or prayers to heaven just for this Ten Nations Grand Competition.
Apart from this, the Ten Nations Grand Competition is also a matter of national pride.
The people of Great Wei, even now, have an inexplicable sense of superiority.
They always feel that Great Wei’s national power is the greatest in the world.
Even if the national power declines, this arrogance remains.
If the Ten Nations Grand Competition is a disastrous loss, the people would find it hard to accept.
In the hall, Mr. Zhong Nan furrowed his brows tightly, discussing the final decision.
"A new decree has just arrived, Shen Han can go to the Ten Nations Grand Competition.
But he shall go as a substitute.
If unexpected events occur, Shen Han will replace and compete.
In other situations, he shall observe the ceremony.
For meals, lodgings, and travel, he must be separate from other participants in the Ten Nations Grand Competition...
Shen Han’s place is taken by the junior apprentice brother from the Qilian Sect, who was reportedly close to reaching the Fifth Grade..."
Zhong Nan’s face looked grim.
Tianyi Academy’s painstakingly nurtured top student was inexplicably labeled as unlucky.
The dean of Tianyi Institute was visibly uncomfortable, but he endured it silently without saying much.
"It’s fine, not participating in the Ten Nations Grand Competition means that if problems arise, they won’t blame you.
This time you go, you should carefully observe others’ strength and techniques, which will greatly benefit your future advancement."
Hearing the dean’s comforting words, Shen Han nodded.
On the third day of the second month, the convoy for the Ten Nations Grand Competition set off.
But Shen Han departed later and did not travel alongside the other young participants.
This time, the dean did not accompany them; Vice Dean Rong Shangping went along.
Many others accompanied as well, presumably to observe the competition.
Mountain Sea Academy.
These days, Shen Ye had indeed many worries on his mind.
First, he, Shen Ye, the future heir of the Shen Family, unexpectedly had to marry a daughter who was adopted into the Changsun Family.
There was no other way, as the Shen Family Army’s demand for Pills became increasingly urgent.
Shen Ye couldn’t think of a better idea to obtain those low-priced Pills, so he had no choice.
Secondly, Shen Han’s trip to the Land of the Far South didn’t result in his demise.
He even suffered no injuries and could still go to the Ten Nations Grand Competition.
However, upon discovering that Shen Han only secured a substitution spot in the Ten Nations Grand Competition, Shen Ye felt a bit relieved.
At 5:00 PM, Luo Zuchen seemed to have finished some matters and came to meet him today.
"Mr. Luo, about Elder Chu’s divination, branding Shen Han as unlucky.
Was it you who asked Elder Chu for this?"