"Alas, I didn't expect the gap between him and me to be so vast." Chu Yixuan sighed.
Li Gang remained silent, knowing that the current Wang Yi was like a dragon, destined to soar, while he, along with Chu Yixuan, Zhao Shanyu, and others, would only fall further behind.
"This young man is extraordinary; it was clear he held back just now," an elder with long whiskers remarked.
"Zhou Shidi's insight is remarkable; I cannot compare," Xiao Renyi sighed.
"This game has already been played; we can only wait and see what happens next," Zhou Deyu murmured from a distance, gazing at Wang Yi, his deep eyes shimmering with an indescribable light.
In the following time, Wang Yi challenged his way into the Inner Gate Top Ten Disciples, while Yan Gang fell short against Sun Shan, becoming a joke within the Inner Sect.
Wang Yi finally gained fame in Kaiyang Sect, becoming well-known to all.
As time passed, autumn arrived in a flash, with falling flowers and yellow leaves covering the ground, the air filled with a strong autumn scent.
The day of the Inner Sect Disciple ranking competition was drawing near.
Chu Yixuan and Niu Meng became Yuanjing Warriors, ranking among the top twenty in the Inner Sect and gaining considerable fame. Jin Qinghan also shone brightly, wielding the Remaining Cloud Sword to secure seventh place in the Inner Sect by defeating Fang Cheng.
"Fourth level of the Yuan Realm."
Wang Yi slowly opened his eyes, a smile on his face. The rapid improvement in his realm brought him great joy, and his martial arts skills became increasingly proficient.
"Tomorrow is the Inner Sect Disciple ranking competition; it will be my true day of fame," Wang Yi murmured, confidence evident on his face.
Martial Arts Plaza!
On the high platform sat a uniform group of Elders in Blue Robes, numbering more than ten, including the three major Elders of the Outer Sect: Li Gang, Xiao Renyi, and Zhou Deyu.
However, sitting right in the middle was an exception—a middle-aged man around forty years old, dressed in a golden-purple robe. His appearance was ordinary, but his gaze was bright and captivating like Blade Light. He sat quietly, motionless, exuding an overwhelming presence that made the Elders in Blue Robes on either side dare not meet his eyes. They appeared respectful, their breaths noticeably different from his.
This man was Liu Bei, the Sect Master of Kaiyang Sect, recognized as one of the two great powerhouses in Xiangzhou Prefecture.
Wang Yi stood among the crowd and felt that the middle-aged man in the golden robe seemed like a towering mountain among the more than ten Elders—unreachable and imposing. He sensed an incredibly powerful aura emanating from him; if he compared himself to a drop of water, then this middle-aged man was an immense ocean—deep and unfathomable.
“Damn it, is this really the Sect Master? It's terrifying,” Niu Meng said, sweat beading on his forehead and fear evident in his tiger-like eyes.
“The Sect Master is one of the two Breakthrough Experts in Xiangzhou Prefecture; he is not someone the Elders can compare to,” Chu Yixuan replied calmly, his words revealing respect and admiration for strong figures.
“Who is the other person?” Wang Yi asked.
“The other person is Yunhe, the leader of Wen Cang Sect,” Chu Yixuan answered.
Wang Yi took a deep breath, clenching his fists tightly. Those who held Elder positions in Kaiyang Sect were all Transcendent Realm Experts with the ability to transform Vital Energy into armor. Their strength was formidable. It seemed he still had a long way to go on his path.
Just within Xiangzhou Prefecture there were so many strong individuals; what about the entire Song Kingdom? Moreover, with Zhou Deyu's presence, any sect that emerged from Zhongzhou could easily annihilate Kaiyang Sect as simply as crushing an ant. One could only imagine how many powerful figures existed in that distant Zhongzhou.
“Brother Wang, what realm are you at now?” Chu Yixuan asked.
Niu Meng, Lin Chao, and others perked up at this question. Currently, they could not discern Wang Yi's realm at all and were eager to know how strong he had become.
“Fourth Layer,” Wang Yi replied softly.
“Damn it! I just barely broke through to Yuan Realm, and you’ve already reached Fourth Layer!” Niu Meng exclaimed in astonishment. Lin Chao and others nodded in agreement.
"Wang Yi, among the Top Ten Disciples, all are powerful individuals. However, with your current strength, you need not fear. But if you encounter Brother Iron Curtain, be cautious. Although he was once defeated by Lin Wanfeng, his strength remains formidable. Moreover, a long time has passed, and no one knows what level he has reached," Chu Yixuan said seriously.
Wang Yi nodded. Suddenly, a White-Bearded Elder in an Azure Robe stood up on the high platform and said, "This time, the Inner Sect ranking competition is voluntary. Those who secure a spot in the top ten will be rewarded with a set of Fifth-Rank Martial Techniques and one thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones. The first place will receive one Azure Departure Pill, a fifth-grade elixir." This person was Yang Kaihe, the Grand Elder of Kaiyang Sect, who usually held a commanding presence and rarely showed himself.
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd erupted in discussion.
"Fifth-Rank Martial Technique? The highest martial arts of the first-class families in Xiangzhou Prefecture are only Fifth-Rank Martial Techniques. The rewards for this competition are exceedingly generous."
"Indeed, the Azure Departure Pill is a fifth-grade elixir, incredibly precious—worth over ten thousand Yuan Stones and still hard to come by."
"It seems that this time the Sect has invested heavily in this competition. Setting aside the Fifth-Rank Martial Technique, the Azure Departure Pill will surely attract fierce competition," Chu Yixuan gasped in surprise.
Wang Yi remained silent but deeply agreed with Chu Yixuan's words. A single Fifth-Rank Martial Technique was worth its weight in gold, as evidenced by the recent auction held by Yunlong Chamber of Commerce. Furthermore, the Azure Departure Pill was also immensely valuable and could help Yuanjing Warriors break through their limitations.
An hour later, the number of participants for this competition was announced—over fifty individuals who were all confident in their abilities and possessed considerable strength.
"Alright, now we will begin drawing lots for those disciples participating in the competition," Yang Kaihe said with satisfaction at the crowd's attitude while stroking his white beard.
With that, a wooden box appeared on the stage containing paper slips.
The fifty or so participants lined up to draw their slips.
Wang Yi opened his slip—it was number fifteen.
Chu Yixuan drew number twenty-three.
Niu Meng drew number thirty-seven.
"Alright, the drawing is complete." Yang Kaihe glanced around, and all the disciples remained silent. He said, "The competition now begins. Elder Liu Ba will preside over the match."
In the next moment, a burly man with thick hair and a face like red charcoal, in his fifties, stood up on the high platform. His voice was loud, resonating like a bell. This was Liu Ba, the Second Elder of the Kaiyang Sect, known for his fiery temper and straightforwardness.
Before he finished speaking, two Purple-Clad Disciples leaped onto the Arena. Wang Yi scanned them briefly but did not show much interest. Both were disciples at the Earth Spirit Realm, Ninth Layer, and their strengths were quite similar; it would not be easy to determine a winner in a short time.
He shifted his gaze to a figure in white not far away. Dressed in snow-white robes, with white brows and a face like frost, this person exuded an aura of coldness. The sword in his hand seemed forged from ice, adding to his chilling presence. Standing still, he resembled an extraordinary sword ready to be drawn.
Everyone dared not look directly at him and kept their distance, as if he were not a person but a statue of ice.
Who else could this be but Bai Mei Jin Qinghan? With strength at the second level of the Yuan Realm and ranked seventh on the Jade Ranking, he was positioned right before Wang Yi.
Jin Qinghan had his back to Wang Yi, yet it felt as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He turned slightly to glance at Wang Yi, his expression emotionless, with cold eyes that were extremely frigid.
The two did not exchange many words; true friends only needed a glance to understand each other.
At that moment, the battle on the Arena had reached a fever pitch. Suddenly, the Square-Faced Youth's long sword moved like a long snake, swift as lightning, with its tip aimed directly at his opponent's throat, bringing a chill with it.
"Wang Cheng wins," Liu Ba nodded.
"Number three and number four," Liu Ba announced.
The matches continued.
Before long, six matches had passed.
"Number thirteen and number fourteen," Liu Ba announced.
As soon as the words fell, a tall and robust young man, standing eight feet tall, rushed onto the Dueling Platform.
"It’s Brother Zhang Liao," someone exclaimed.
"Wang Yi is at the Fourth Layer of Yuan Realm." Wang Yi glanced at the young man named Zhang Liao, noticing that his opponent was a Ninth Layer Earth Spirit Realm martial artist. Before the latter could make a move, he was defeated.
This is the strength of a Yuanjing Warrior; Vital Energy is released, generating Primordial Energy, which cannot be matched by an Earth Spirit Realm Martial Artist.
"Number fifteen, number sixteen." Liu Ba nodded, clearly showing his admiration for Zhang Liao.
"Big brother, it's your turn," Niu Meng said with a smile.
Wang Yi slightly nodded, his toes tapping the ground as he leaped into the air and appeared on one side of the Dueling Platform.
"It’s Brother Wang."
"Brother Wang just broke through to the First Layer of Yuan Realm and defeated the Second Layer Yan Shixiong. I wonder what level he has reached now?"
"Brother Chen is definitely going to lose; he’s only at the Ninth Layer of Earth Spirit Realm. He’ll probably just end up losing."
"Sixteenth disciple, come to the stage." Liu Ba noticed that only Wang Yi was on stage and that the sixteenth disciple had not appeared for a long time, his expression turning slightly angry.
"Uh... Elder, I concede." Suddenly, a weak voice came from below the stage. This person regretted it deeply; he never expected his luck to be so bad that his first opponent would be someone as formidable as Wang Yi, so he chose to withdraw without fighting.
"Wang Yi." Liu Ba shot him a fierce glare before speaking again.
Wang Yi was taken aback for a moment, then respectfully cupped his fists toward Liu Ba and leaped down from the Arena.
“Brother Chen doesn't even have the courage to fight, Brother Wang is too terrifying.”
“Of course, Brother Wang is a strong practitioner of Yuan Realm, how could Brother Chen be his opponent?”
“That guy is Wang Yi, the one who broke the record for disciples since the establishment of my Kaiyang Sect?” On the high platform, Liu Bei asked calmly.
“Reporting to the Sect Master, this young man is indeed Wang Yi. Since he began challenging others, he has never been defeated, and with his newly broken through strength in Yuan Realm, he defeated Yan Gang's disciple.” Elder Yuan replied respectfully.
“A proud child like him should be well cultivated. Since Iron Curtain has lost, perhaps he can.” Liu Bei nodded.
More than ten elders said, “Sect Master, this Wang Yi is only at the fourth level of Yuan Realm, is he really worth your high regard?” Liu Ba, known for his hot temper and straightforward personality, spoke without reservation, even in front of Liu Bei.
“This young man’s Soul Power is exceptionally strong, far surpassing that of his peers.” Liu Bei replied calmly. In fact, he had one more thing he hadn’t said: he had faintly sensed an incredibly strong aura of Soul Power from Wang Yi, which made even him feel apprehensive.
The elders were momentarily stunned and then looked at Wang Yi in surprise; however, the person in question, Wang Yi, remained unaware of it all.
Before long, it was Niu Meng’s turn to take the stage. His opponent was a disciple at the ninth layer of the Earth Spirit Realm, whom he defeated with a single punch.
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