In Cangxuan Valley, above the Inner Sect disciples, no direct disciples are designated.
But every year, in this ranking, the top fifty Inner Sect disciples are selected to receive different privileges.
So, there is also a distinction among Inner Sect disciples.
Moreover, ordinary Inner Sect disciples and those ranked in the top fifty receive vastly different treatment.
In the competition venue, from 7:00 AM, the matches have not ceased.
To challenge disciples in the top fifty, each time requires a deposit of tens of thousands of Contribution Points.
And the rank difference cannot be more than three positions; to move forward, one must win continuously.
This system is also to prevent many people from targeting a single disciple for challenge.
In this way, even if faced with a series of battles and losing after winning against several people,
you would still hold hundreds of thousands of Contribution Points in hand.
So many Contribution Points can buy comparable or even more resources, even if not entering the top fifty.
The earlier matches are exciting, but the disciples of Cangxuan Valley are still waiting for the final few rounds of duels.
After midday, the ones stepping forward to compete are already the top thirty powerhouses.
In the stands, a group of Mansion Masters from Cangxuan Valley are watching carefully.
Every year at this time is when the Mansion Masters get very nervous.
Cangxuan Valley has seventeen mansions, with fifty ranks.
Divided this way, each mansion doesn’t even get three spots.
It’s also very possible that some mansions have no disciples in the top fifty.
Such a situation not only embarrasses the Mansion Master but also earns harsh scolding from Valley Master Yue Bugong.
On the outskirts of the competition venue, Ying Jiu frowned slightly.
The Seven Sects Martial Arts Competition had passed some time ago.
She had also finally been released from seclusion.
Beside her, Guan Yutang and Zheng Changye looked a bit worried.
In contrast, Zheng Changnian, who was to challenge today, seemed very calm.
Casually sitting on a long bench, Zheng Changnian watched the competition venue, observing other disciples exchanging moves.
He didn’t seem worried at all.
"Senior Brother Changnian... don’t you worry at all...
You are challenging Fang Yu today; shouldn’t you prepare a bit more..."
Ying Jiu couldn’t hold back any longer and spoke up.
Zheng Changnian, sitting on the bench, just smiled: "Junior Sister Ying wants me to go train some more?
Or perhaps read a Cultivation Technique Manual?"
Hearing Zheng Changnian say this, Ying Jiu was momentarily speechless.
With the duel approaching, there really was nothing more to be done.
But Zheng Changnian’s calm and laid-back demeanor truly made her anxious.
"Junior Sister Ying, don’t worry. Everything is under control; there is no problem."
Zheng Changnian’s reassuring words did not lessen Ying Jiu’s worry.
"In the previous Seven Sects Martial Arts Competition, I was as confident as you, Senior Brother Changnian...
But in the end, Qin Tianlang emerged.
If only I had been a bit more cautious, I might not have lost that day..."
Seeing the anxiety on Ying Jiu’s face, Zheng Changnian slowly stood up and gently brushed the hair off her forehead.
"Junior Sister Ying, it seems you’ve become much more worried since the martial arts competition."
"Have... have I..."
"Is it because of that troublemaker Shen Han?
Do you feel that if even Qin Tianlang, whom you couldn’t defeat, lost to him, he must be formidable?
Thinking back on your previous mockery of him, does it make your heart feel clogged?"
Zheng Changnian slightly lowered his head to have his eyes meet hers.
"Rest assured, I’ll return all the humiliation Shen Han brought to Cangxuan Valley.
And I’ll make him pay a sufficient price.
He likes pretending to be a loser, right? I’ll make sure he becomes a real loser for the rest of his life."
Zheng Changnian indeed understood Ying Jiu; although Ying Jiu’s previous words didn’t emphasize Shen Han,