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Chapter 67: Chapter 61: Winning a Nomination in One Day,

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The sunlight pierced through the clouds and bathed the spacious square, illuminating the entire Ascending Immortal Platform.

The enormous Ascending Immortal Platform was set up in the center of the square, with cultivators gathering around the arena early. They wore the emblematic blue robes and green clothing of their respective main peaks, with their garment hems fluttering. A weak fluctuation of Spiritual Qi radiated from them, indicating their identities as cultivators.

On the high platform, ten stone chairs were arranged in a row. The Sect Elders, dressed in exquisite and gorgeous robes, sat solemnly and majestically in the stone chairs at the center, emanating an imposing air.

The view from up there allowed one to take in the entire scene of the Ascending Immortal Platform.

Gradually, the disciples of the sect streamed towards the Ascending Immortal Platform, forming a dense crowd. The atmosphere became increasingly heated.

Some disciples beamed with pride, hoping to demonstrate their cultivation achievements and talents in the arena, while others looked forward expectantly, hoping to glean experience from others’ battles.

All the disciples wore solemn expressions, their aura gathered, and their features stirred with a surge of fighting spirit.

Han Ye led his disciples from the Pure Yang Peak to land. His eyes darted about the Ascending Immortal Platform, ardently searching for his opponent.

He had already understood the rules in advance.

The rules of the Sect’s Big Competition were simple – the more you win, the higher your score.

Your opponents would also progressively become stronger.

At the start, you would duel with a disciple similar in strength to you. As you win more, you would be matched against disciples with higher win rates and stronger abilities, until your limitations were revealed.

If you kept losing, you would be set to fight against weaker disciples.

Each disciple would be given a comprehensive assessment score, followed by final ratings: A, B, C, D organized into three categories – upper, middle, and lower.

If one kept winning, they could stand out amongst the inner and outer sect disciples and compete for this year’s title of Number One Disciple in the Outer and Inner Sect.

– -Whoosh!

Various streaks of light appeared across the sky as several True Inheritance disciples dressed in white robes with the Purple-Phoenix Treasure Scarf draped over their shoulders appeared, walking on air, their radiant aura dazzling.

Among them was a tall man, who didn’t utter unnecessary words. His white robe bore the inscribed fiery red pattern of a Golden Crow. His eyes were shocking, sweeping over the many disciples of the Pure Yang Peak. Behind him, five clusters of flame – orange, purple, green, etc. flickered and rotated in a dazzling display.

The chill in his eyes prevented others from staring directly at him.

Han Ye glanced, immediately recognizing the Divine Power he was using: “It’s actually the Ferocious Fire Gang Qi; this True Inheritance disciple is from Pure Yang Peak.”

The level at which the opponent had mastered the Mountain Shaking Five Elements Gang was much higher than his!

It was even better than what his senior sister had mastered; the transformation of the five clusters of fire was unpredictable, seeming like each strand could burn a person to ashes.

“Pei Liekong of the Pure Yang Peak? He hasn’t shown up for a long time, and now he actually appears.”

“Because Elder Gai is busy outside, now the Pure Yang Peak is controlled by Pei Liekong.”

The surrounding older Inner Sect disciples recognized the tall man at first sight.

Only then did Han Ye realize that this Golden Crow-robed youth in front of him was Pei Liekong.

He appears very young. While cultivation can maintain the appearance of youth, Han Ye felt that the man’s actual age wouldn’t be very old either.

“Pei Liekong was considered the most promising genius from the Pure Yang Peak ten years ago, but he later became somewhat low-key.”

“It is said that he has already reached the Nascent Soul stage. Among the many True Inheritance disciples, he is considered one of the peak existences.”

Han Ye ignored the whispers of the surrounding disciples. He watched as Pei Liekong flew towards the disciples of the Pure Yang Peak. He glanced at the outer sect disciples and frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with the quality of this year’s disciples.

With a stern expression, he said using voice transmission:

“Everyone, do your best. Don’t disappoint our master.”

After briefly speaking, he flew towards the high stone chair and slowly took a seat.

With Elder Gai not present, he was the Chief Steward of the Pure Yang Peak, representing the sect, and therefore, naturally had the qualification to sit.

He had almost been in the Dragon Sparrow Sect for a year.

Han Ye knew that these True Disciples who had advanced from their respective main peaks held far higher statuses than those Inner Domestic Elders and Outer Domestic Elders he had met during his entry examination.

Those elderly elders were just those with the lowest positions. Although their time in the sect was extremely long, they couldn’t compare to the True Inheritance disciples.

True Inheritance disciples were generally the successors of the Elders of the main peaks, or even important standby elders participating in the sect’s management of the Supreme Hall. They were not the same as the Elders in charge of logistics.

True disciples like Pei Liekong were the leading figures in Dragon Sparrow Sect’s younger generation and the main core force against external crises. Their Divine Powers were cultivated to the max, and their magic powers were profound.

“Brother Han, it’s almost time for you to go on stage.”

Lin Shihuang emerged from the dense crowd and pointed to the distant list of names.

“I saw that you have many bouts today, while the two of us have fewer.”

“Is that so? Then let’s get to it.”

Han Ye warmed up his muscles and bones, ready to enter the arena.

He scanned the crowd of outer sect disciples. There were those carrying copper alchemy furnaces, who he knew were from Yangshen Peak, disciples cleaning magic treasures with giant scrolls from Artifact Refining Peak, and disciples from the God Cultivation Peak drawing complex talisman inscriptions on the spot.

Among them, the most conspicuous were the Skyswallow Peak disciples operating a large puppet. The appearance of the puppets was peculiar, with humanoid and beast-like forms. The material of the puppets was in inky-gold color, indistinguishable from their crafting materials.

There were no shortage of disciples who came riding their spirit pets and disciples from the Ten Thousand Beasts Peak turned the place into a veritable zoo, with spirit beasts making all sorts of deep noises.

Han Ye focussed his attention in the direction of the Ziwei Peak disciples.

He was looking for Chu Xianyu.

However, after spotting Ziwei Peak disciples carrying swords, he did not see Chu Xianyu anywhere.

“Pure Yang Peak’s Han Ye, promptly get on stage!”

The Elder’s voice acting as the referee resounded from thin air.

“It’s time for me to get on stage.”

Han Ye took a light breath, leaped tens of meters high with a push from his feet, and landed on the Ascending Immortal Platform.

The ground’s array inscriptions slowly lit up, accompanied by a whirlpool of energy.

In the blink of an eye, he was in a desolate land with flying sand and rolling pebbles.

The Ascending Immortal Platform was a place with an internal universe, the spatial dimensions here different from other places. It could accommodate hundreds of disciples to fight at the same time and provide a battlefield.

The many disciples outside could watch the inside scenes through projection.

“Whoosh!”

A shining figure appeared in front of Han Ye.

That was his first opponent.

A handsome youth in a blue robe, holding a flying sword, was likely to be an Outer Sect disciple from Ziwei Peak.

Han Ye gave him a glance. He was roughly at the same level as him – a Qi Cultivation River Realm disciple too.

The opponent was also very cautious, not rushing to make a move right away.

“Please teach me.”

After the opponent finished speaking, he didn’t waste time talking to Han Ye. He infused his True Qi into the sword in his hand, and a light green glow appeared on the blade. Surprisingly, he had a lower-grade magical artifact.

He held the sword in one hand, swung a sword flower, and charged at Han Ye with the speed of lightning.

His swordsmanship was skillful and he had obviously put in a lot of effort. With the first move, the True Qi from his body was extremely intense. He was considered a quite strong opponent.

Attribute Extracted: Swordsmanship Specialization +T

‘Swordsmanship Specialization (Green): adept at swordsmanship, slight increase in the efficiency of sword cultivation.’

A faint green light orb fell, apparently it was the attribute of the opponent.

But Han Ye was somewhat disappointed.

Chu Xianyu’s ‘Sword Art Mastery’ was already in the purple attribute tier and could basically crush them.

“Zing!”

The sound of the sword pierced the air, and it was already in front of Han Ye, who was still calm.

The sword blade finally came to his face, True Qi tearing through the air, the edge was chilly.

At this moment, Han Ye extended two fingers, standing still on the spot.

These two fingers happened to catch the opponent’s sword.

No matter how hard the opponent tried, he couldn’t pull the sword out from his fingertips.

With Han Ye’s shake of his hand.

“Clang!”

The long sword fell to the ground.

This Ziwei Peak disciple screamed and flew out more than ten meters, crashing heavily on the ground.

He stood up in pain, wanted to draw his sword and fight back, but found that Han Ye had turned his back on him, not wanting to look at him anymore, while he gasped, his ribs were broken in several places, the pain was unbearable.

He had a shocked face, then he realized, he had lost.

He lost thoroughly.

The opponent easily blocked his swordsmanship and was completely unscathed.

Who is this guy with such strong vitality? Could he be a disciple from the Pure Yang Peak?

A flash of light flickered, and he was quickly teleported out.

Han Ye waited at the spot for a long while. The formation technique started to operate again. The light flickered, and another disciple was teleported in front of him.

The second disciple who came was a fierce woman wielding a long whip magical treasure.

“Take my whip!”

The fiery woman didn’t waste any words, shouted coldly, and directly attacked with her whip.

Without showing any emotion on his face, Han Ye opened his large hand, grabbed the incoming whip, and after gripping it tightly, he pulled forcefully.

“Whoosh!”

The fiery woman only felt a terrifying strange force on the other end of the whip, and she, along with the whole person, was lifted by Han Ye’s hand.

Han Ye swirled with the whip in the air, his technique was extremely brutal, without the slightest inclination to spare the opposite sex!

The opponent had no choice but to let go of the whip in her hand, landing in an embarrassing manner.

But the next second, Han Ye held the long whip and lashed it on the fiery woman.

“Ah!”

She failed to dodge in time and was directly whipped, letting out a scream, a red mark appeared on her white arm.

Han Ye tied the opponent into a dumpling-like wrap with the long whip, effortlessly ending the fight.

“Next.”

Han Ye felt as though he hadn’t even started yet, because these disciples seemed a bit too weak.

He was almost invincible at the same realm thanks to the ‘Unrivaled Tyrant Body’, no one dared to approach him. As long as they got close, it was the end for them.

On the Ascending Immortal Platform.

More and more disciples gathered outside, all crowding in front of the screen that was showing a disciple named Han Ye. They found that this guy seemed unusual!

The first round, victory.

The second round, victory.

The third round, victory!

Then, to the astonishment of all the disciples, a shocking scene took place.

The eighth round, victory!

The ninth round, easy victory as usual!

In the following nine rounds, Han Ye continuously won.

He had just stood in the center of the Ascending Immortal Platform without moving a step.

Not one Outer Sect disciple who came to the platform to duel with him was his opponent, regardless of their seniority, whether they possessed a magical treasure or not, they were all treated the same in front of him.

All the cultivators of the same realm were defeated in one move.

Who on earth was this guy?

The leading elder realized that there was a disciple who stood out. He announced with a smile, “Congratulations to Han Ye for qualifying directly with a hundred assessment points. Tomorrow, he can directly challenge higher-level Outer Sect disciples for cross-border combat.”

Han Ye learned of this news when he came down from the Ascending Immortal Platform.

He realized then, that he had jumped a level.