Chapter 33: The Sect Recruitment Begins

  Zhang Shan stood in the courtyard, somewhat dazed and gazing up at the sky.

  The Martial Saint of Yuehua Pool was just here, taking out a flying treasure from the Xumi Ring and leaving with Wu Xuanyue.

  "How come, you seem a bit reluctant?" Si Tu Qingyan said with a hint of sarcasm standing beside him.

  "Miss, this joke is not funny at all." Zhang Shan said with a bit of embarrassment.

  Situ Qing burst out laughing, which made Zhang Shan somewhat annoyed before she finally stopped smiling.

  She couldn't help but look at Zhang Shan's sword with a hint of envy, saying: "It seems I don't need to bother helping you find a sword after all. The things from the Moon Flower Pool are probably not ordinary."

  The Wusheng by the Moon Flower Pool gave Zhang Shan a sword before he left, which is the one in his hand now. The scabbard still has two ancient and simple characters "Qinghong" engraved on it.

  "Green Rainbow Sword..."

  Zhang Shan muttered to himself, then slowly drew his sword from its scabbard. The blade shone like a pool of autumn water, emitting a chilling aura that oppressed those around him.

  "Good sword, this sword, I think it's not an ordinary soldier, it should be a spiritual instrument." Situ Qing'an lightly exclaimed.

  The world's weapons are basically divided into three categories: mortal soldiers, spiritual instruments, and magical treasures.

  All infantry are ordinary weapons and can be forged by ordinary craftsmen using common methods.

  Spiritual instruments above need to be refined, sharpness and solidity are incomparable to ordinary weapons.

  The rank of spiritual tools is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. It is a treasure that warriors dream of.

  As for the law treasure, it is even more advanced and can imprint a divine mark, refining and recognizing its master.

  The law treasure is divided into grades according to the number of forbidden seals in its refining process. Generally, only those above the Martial Saint level can possess it.

  Zhang Shan held the sword and watched for half a moment, then suddenly stabbed it into the ground. With a soft "hiss" sound, the long sword pierced through the thick bluestone slab on the ground without any hindrance, as if cutting tofu.

  "Hmm..."

  Zhang Shan took in a breath of cold air, what a sharp sword.

  Situ Qingwan also exclaimed: "This... is absolutely a top-grade spiritual artifact, you really made a profit this time."

  "That's great, when the time comes for the sect selection, I'll just use Shentu Shengdong to test my sword." Zhang Shan smiled slyly and sheathed his sword.

  In the following days, Zhang Shan did not step out of the house and stayed in the backyard, practicing day after day.

  "Jiān Miè Zhǎn" and "Shén Xíng Bǎi Biàn" are becoming more refined, especially "Jiān Miè Zhǎn". When he grasps the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it out of its scabbard, the aura of a single sword cutting through everything makes one's heart and gall tremble.

  Time flies, and finally it's the day of the selection of the Wudang Sect.

  "The fate of the future depends on the outcome of today's competition, whether it is a dragon or a snake will be decided in this one move."

  Sitting in the Situ family's carriage, Zhang Shan looked at the flow of people on the street, his mind a bit dazed.

  Every three years, when it's time for the grand selection of the Tian Xiang Sect, a similarly lively scene will appear.

  Three years ago, Zhang Shan had seen such a grand scene shortly after entering the Wen Tian Academy.

  At that time, as the lowest newcomer, he watched those seniors show off their skills on the stage, and his heart was stirred with excitement, thinking that one day, he would also shine brightly here.

  "You seem to have some feelings, are you thinking about the next battle, becoming famous and invincible?" Situ Qingyan smiled from inside the car.

  He withdrew his gaze from the window and shook his head, saying, "Aren't you worried that I'll lose?"

  "I was worried at first, but after trying out that move of yours the day before yesterday, I've started to worry about your opponent instead." said Situ Qing with a lingering fear in his heart.

  To assess Zhang Shan's combat strength and make early arrangements, Situ Ming'an and his daughter had a brief skirmish with Zhang Shan two days ago.

  In his battle with Zhang Shan, Si Tu Qing faced that move "Ji Mie Jian" and had his will taken away, collapsing in defeat, thus leaving a deep impression.

  The carriage drove into the main street where the Wen Tian Academy was located. The crowd looked at the carriage with the Sito family crest and parted to make way.

  "It's someone from the Situ family who has arrived, didn't they say that their family wouldn't have any disciples participating in this selection?"

  "You can still come to watch the excitement even if you're not participating, besides, I heard that although the young master of the Situ family is not participating in this grand test, he has recruited Zhang Shan, the newly appointed chief disciple of the Academy, and will definitely be coming."

  "Hmm, I heard that recruiting Zhang Shan is to deal with the young master of the Shen Tu family, but I think the opportunity is not great."

  "That's right, he just entered the Spiritual Martial Realm less than three months ago. Moreover, one is a young master of a noble family, and the other is just a guest who was recruited. The resources for cultivation are worlds apart. I think the Situ family is doing this just to add trouble for that person, it's not useful at all."

  The carriage drove into the academy, and the whispers around it kept coming in.

  "Outside, no one thinks highly of you. The various casinos in Qingyang City have even opened up odds for the competition. Your odds of winning are 20 to 1." Si Tu Qing Yan said with a smile.

  Zhang Shan smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Of course, compared to you aristocratic sons, I have no resources and no power. From an outsider's perspective, it's natural that they wouldn't think highly of me."

  "What's with your aristocratic family background? My family, the Sits, are on your side."

  Situ Qing glared at him, then smiled slyly: "I've placed a heavy bet on you, and your mother, Mrs. Xiao, has also put up the entire Zhang family fortune, so you can't afford to lose."

  Zhang Shan stared at Sito Ching and asked: "My mother never gambles, why did she place a bet this time?"

  "I happened to mention it when I went to see her yesterday, and then Mrs. Xiao decided to entrust the family property to me as a bet. In her words, if you win, you can make a fortune; if you lose, keeping these things is also useless."

  Zhang Shan hummed in agreement. It was definitely Ci Qing's mother who had instigated this, but that was also correct. He only had a future if he won; if he lost, he would have nothing.

  After entering the school building, Zhang Shan and Situ Qingyan separated and went to report on their own. Then, a special person led him to the waiting area, where he waited for the start of the competition.

  Half an hour later, when the time was almost up, Zhang Shan saw a group of people entering the venue in a steady stream and walking onto the rostrum.

  "This should be the person from the Tian Xiang Sect who is in charge of hosting this grand selection." Zhang Shan thought to himself.

  He carefully observed those people, suddenly his gaze condensed, and he actually saw a familiar figure.

  "Isn't that Fang Yiru who was rescued last time in the Tianqing Mountains? How did she end up here?" Zhang Shan thought to himself.

  Only Fang Yiru and another man were welcomed to the main seat of the rostrum, while others sat down behind them. Yan Zhengying, the head of the academy, sat beside him as a companion.

  Zhang Shan's eyebrows rose as he suddenly understood, "So she is one of the two supervisors sent by the Tian Xiang Sect this time, and the other should be that man."

  Every time the Academy's sect selection trial is held, the Tian Xiang Sect will send at least two inner disciples to serve as competition supervisors, responsible for overseeing the fairness of the competition and also escorting the successful disciples back to the sect's mountain after the tournament.

  At this moment, a bell rang throughout the venue. The host, Yan Zhengying, stood up solemnly and bowed to the two people on the main seat before turning around to face the audience.

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