Upon entering the main hall, it was already packed with people, countless Inner Sect Disciples surging inside.
They were all incredibly excited about this mysterious Tenth Elder, and even more shocked by the Tenth Elder's strength.
It was well known that the Qingyun Sect only had two Golden Core Stage Cultivators: one was the Sect Master and the other was the Old Ancestor.
However, neither of them took Disciples, and now, suddenly, a Golden Core Stage Cultivator appeared to take Disciples, which made them incredibly excited.
“I heard the Tenth Elder seems to be a female Cultivator, I wonder if it’s true or false.”
“Who cares if it’s a male or female, as long as one can become a Disciple of the Tenth Elder, it’s simply a blessing accumulated over ten lifetimes.”
At this moment, five streaks of Sword Qi arrived from the horizon, and the five Personal Disciples all appeared.
Seeing the entrance of the Personal Disciples, many Inner Sect Disciples frowned, thinking, 'What are you showing off for?'
Suddenly, a terrifying Aura emanated from above the main hall, and an aged figure appeared above the main hall.
“It’s the Ninth Elder.”
At this moment, a Disciple whispered.
The Ninth Elder was the Ninth Elder of the Qingyun Sect’s Inner Sect, possessing the terrifying strength of the Foundation Establishment Stage Late Phase.
“gentlemen, today is the triennial Inner Sect Grand Competition, and the arena is set outside the main hall.”
“This time, the rules are the same as before: a free-for-all. The last ten people remaining on the arena will be the top ten of this Grand Competition.”
“The top ten will all receive different rewards, and finally, the top ten will draw lots to battle until the first place is determined.”
At this moment, the Ninth Elder began to announce the competition rules.
After hearing the rules, the Disciples below were in an uproar. These rules seemed different from before.
“gentlemen, the arena has risen. Please enter the arena, and remember, do not kill.”
After the Ninth Elder finished speaking, the ground began to shake. Outside the main hall, an extremely large arena slowly rose.
The first to ascend the arena were the five True Disciples. Their graceful figures were like exiled immortals descending to the world.
Behind them, figures of Inner Sect Disciples began to jump onto the arena, and Ye Lin also climbed onto the arena, feigning nonchalance.
“This time, the five True Disciples are all at the Foundation Establishment Stage, and there are three other Foundation Establishment Stage Senior Brothers in the Inner Sect. This means that only two spots belong to us.”
“Among these two spots, one must be mine.”
On the arena, some Disciples spoke. As long as they could get into the top ten, they would receive generous Sect rewards. Even if they had to pay a price, they had to get in.
“I declare, the Grand Competition begins!”
After everyone stood on the arena, the Ninth Elder shouted loudly. Immediately, the surrounding Inner Sect Disciples began to move.
However, the five True Disciples in the very center stood steadily in place. They disdained to act, presumably no Inner Sect Disciple would be so foolish as to challenge them.
“What? You still haven’t dealt with that guy? Are you even capable?”
In the center of the arena, a chubby Disciple looked at Ye Lin, who was standing still in the distance, and teased Lin Zisheng next to him.
“My business is none of your concern.”
Lin Zisheng snorted coldly when he heard this.
“Junior Brother, get down.”
At this moment, a loud shout came from beside Ye Lin. A Disciple holding a long sword was aiming for his shoulder.
Ye Lin took a step back to dodge the long sword, then easily slapped the Disciple in front of him, sending him flying off the arena.
At the same time, an immortal-like old man and a beautiful woman in a white palace dress stood in the sky.
“Junior Sister, how is it? Have you found any Disciple you fancy?”
At this moment, the old man next to the beautiful woman asked.
The beautiful woman, however, gently shook her head. Seeing this, the old man sighed.
However, on the arena below, the battle had already entered a fierce stage, with various Disciples fighting to the death.
During this time, Ye Lin barely made a move, but he was always able to dodge all sorts of attacks from others, which left the other Disciples puzzled.
Time passed by second by second, and the number of Disciples standing on the arena became fewer and fewer. At this moment, only eleven remained on the arena.
“Junior Brother, my name is Wang Hu. Step down, and after this is done, I will reward you handsomely.”
At this moment, a burly man with a tiger’s back and a bear’s waist looked at the few people in front of him, then refocused his gaze on Ye Lin.
“Is this… treating me like a soft persimmon?”
Seeing this, Ye Lin muttered to himself.
“Senior Brother, I must respectfully decline.”
“In that case, Junior Brother, you must be careful.”
After Wang Hu finished speaking, a layer of purple light appeared on his right fist, and he punched towards Ye Lin’s chest.
“Junior Brother, be careful. This is my Yellow Rank High Grade Thunderclap Fist.”
Wang Hu laughed loudly.
Seeing this, Ye Lin shook his head. Although the punch in front of him had a powerful Aura, in his eyes, it was no different from a child’s punch.
To prevent Lin Zisheng from noticing anything amiss, Ye Lin slightly turned, dodging Wang Hu’s fist.
Then he grabbed Wang Hu’s shoulder and pushed him forward.
Thump, thump, thump.
Wang Hu’s face was filled with shock as he continuously retreated, only stopping precariously at the edge of the arena, his eyes full of astonishment.
“Thank you, Junior Brother, for showing mercy.”
Wang Hu cupped his hands towards Ye Lin, then turned and jumped off the arena.
“What is this person’s cultivation level? Wang Hu has been at Qi Training Ninth Layer for three years. In the entire Inner Sect, there are no more than five people who can directly repel Wang Hu at Qi Training Ninth Layer.”
“When this Junior Brother made his move just now, his whole Aura was not apparent, so his cultivation level couldn’t be seen. Presumably, at most, he’s at Qi Training Ninth Layer.”
Seeing Wang Hu’s easy defeat, the Inner Sect Disciples watching below discussed amongst themselves.
“I announce that the first stage is over. Now, let’s draw lots.”
At this moment, the Ninth Elder’s voice above was hoarse.
A wooden box descended from the sky and landed in front of Ye Lin. Ye Lin reached out and grabbed it. Inside the wooden box was a slip of paper, on which two characters were clearly written.
Ren Dong.
“Ren Dong? He seems to be a certain Inner Sect Disciple.”
Looking at the slip of paper in his hand, Ye Lin mumbled to himself.
At this moment, his heart was filled with Battle Intent. He dared to say that among those present, only Lin Zisheng could catch his eye. He could easily defeat any other Foundation Establishment Stage Disciple, whether True Disciple or Inner Sect Disciple.
“Since everyone has finished drawing lots, let’s begin the first battle: Personal Disciple Lin Zisheng versus Inner Sect Disciple Zhang Lei.”
Accompanying the Ninth Elder’s loud shout, two figures slowly walked onto the arena.
Just as everyone was eagerly anticipating, Zhang Lei voluntarily surrendered, so Lin Zisheng won this battle.
Such an occurrence was to be expected. After all, Personal Disciples had many methods, and even if their cultivation levels were the same, Inner Sect Disciples still didn’t dare to provoke Personal Disciples too much.
“The second battle: Ye Lin versus Ren Dong.”
After the Ninth Elder finished speaking, Ye Lin stepped onto the arena. In front of him was a man with a long sword on his back and his eyes covered by a black cloth.
“Holy cow, it’s Senior Brother Ren! This Junior Brother is in for it.”
“You’re telling me. Senior Brother Ren has been honing his sword for ten years. The Sword Qi within the sword on his back has reached Major Achievement. Once it’s unsheathed, even a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Cultivator is no match for him.”
The Inner Sect Disciples below started discussing animatedly when they saw Ren Dong.
“Make your move. I’m afraid if I make my move first, you won’t even have a chance to react.”
Ren Dong said coldly, his tone devoid of any emotion.
“What a show-off.”
This was Ye Lin’s first thought at that moment.