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One day later, Bai Ruxue's gaze was no longer on Wang Yan, but on Wang Xian 'er.
A pair of long and narrow eyes followed Wang Xian 'er's movements.
No matter where Wang Xian 'er was, as long as she appeared in Bai Ruxue's sight, his gaze never missed her.
As the beautiful figure moved, he revealed a hidden heat from time to time.
Originally, he had wanted to escape, but because of the existence of this beautiful figure, his thoughts gradually faded away.
"Is it pretty?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears, causing Bai Ruxue's pupils to shrink slightly. A cold light flashed past, and his expression returned to normal.
Slowly turning around, he looked at Wang Yan, who appeared out of nowhere, and immediately bowed.
"Master."
"Answer my question."
Suppressing the murderous intent in his heart, Bai Ruxue's expression was blank. "What is Master saying?
Xiao Bai doesn't understand. "
"Doesn't understand?"
Wang Yan's eyebrows raised slightly. Just as he was about to speak, a deep bell sound echoed throughout the entire Sun Sect.
"Buzz …!"
At this moment, as long as it was a member of the Sun Sect, no matter if they were in seclusion or training hard, they all raised their heads and looked towards the source of the sound.
There, there was a mountain peak that pierced through the clouds.
The peak of the mountain was shrouded in clouds and fog all year round, and it was the symbol of the entire Sun Sect's power.
The bell sound rang from the peak of the mountain, and instantly spread to every corner of the Sun Sect.
"The top 30 of the minor competition, quickly gather in the inner sect's conference hall!"
Nie Feichen's voice sounded in the sky above the Sun Sect, like thunder rolling through the void, rumbling endlessly.
In the next instant, several streams of light pierced through the void and entered the middle peak.
"Brother, is it the day of the Nine Sects Competition?"
Wang Xian 'er leisurely walked over from afar. Bai Ruxue's eyes flashed with a fiery light, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Lin and Cang Jin spoke up after him. The three of them looked at Wang Yan with different expressions.
Wang Xian'er looked worried, but Lin and Cang Jin were eager to try.
Even though the three of them didn't manage to squeeze into the top 30 in the Sun Sect's inner sect competition last time, the three of them didn't even manage to squeeze into the top 30.
As for the Grand Competition of the Nine Sects, be it Cang Jin or Lin, both of them were looking forward to it.
After all, this time, it was no longer a competition with fellow disciples, but a competition with all the elites of the nine sects.
If he could shine brightly, he would definitely become famous.
Above the Nine Sects were the Three Temples, and above the Three Temples was the Jinling Dynasty.
But if he could suppress all the elite disciples of the nine sects and become the champion of the Nine Sects Tournament …
Once the news spread and caught the attention of the Three Temples, he would be like a hidden dragon coming out of the abyss and soaring to the sky.
The path of cultivation was originally a path that defied the natural order. There were hundreds of millions of Martial Cultivators, and they were as vast as sand.
The resources in the world were limited. If he didn't grasp the opportunity and strive for the top, he would eventually be eliminated.
In the East Continent, the limited resources were all in the hands of the Three Temples and the Jinling Dynasty.
Below them were the Nine Sects, Six Factions, and Twelve Academies.
As for the mediocre sects that couldn't be ranked, the resources they occupied were even less.
Water flowed downwards, and people strived to climb higher.
Because of this, countless Martial Cultivators in the East Continent fought to join the Three Temples, and even the Jinling Dynasty.
The Grand Competition of the Nine Sects was a grand event jointly held by the Three Temples. According to the past practice, the top three would eventually be recruited into the Three Temples and become disciples.
Moreover, if they could make a name for themselves in the Grand Competition, even if they couldn't be in the top three, they would be groomed as the Junior Clan Leader by their sects.
In this way, the resources would be tilted to them, and they would definitely soar to the sky.
Therefore, the Grand Competition of the Nine Sects seemed to be just a fierce battle between the nine sects under the Three Temples.
In reality, it was of great significance, and could be considered as a great opportunity and a great turning point.
"If I could choose, I really wouldn't want to participate in this so-called Grand Competition of the Nine Sects."
After pondering for a while, Wang Yan sighed faintly.
With his current foundation and cultivation base, this so-called Grand Competition of the Nine Sects did not interest him at all.
The main reason was that Wang Yan had never thought of joining the Three Temples, or even the Jinling Dynasty.
The leader of the Three Temples, the Falling Stars Temple, was his lifelong enemy, and the Jinling Dynasty was even more out of the question.
Even the son of the Prime Warrior saint, Bai Ruxue, was taken as a slave by him. If he went to the Jinling Dynasty, wouldn't he be like a sheep in a tiger's mouth?
Seeing this, Wang Xian 'er, who did not know what was going on, immediately rebuked him.
"Brother, how can you say that?
The Grand Competition of the Nine Sects is a great opportunity for you to soar to the sky. "
"If you can achieve good results, even if you don't make it into the top three, you will still reap great rewards."
Hearing this, Wang Yan was slightly stunned, then nodded with a bitter smile.
"I'm going."
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Bai Ruxue and rose from the ground.
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"The thirty of you are the pride of the Sun Sect's disciples, the elites of the elites."
"In this Grand Competition of the Nine Sects, the thirty of you represent the entire Sun Sect. I hope that you can do your best and not embarrass the Sun Sect."
In the Inner Sanctum's Conference Hall, Nie Feichen sat at the head of the table.
His face, which was as gentle as jade, no longer had the gentle smile of the past, only solemnity.
As he spoke, his gaze swept across Wang Yan from time to time, as if he was paying special attention to him.
There was no other reason than that Wang Yan had actually brought Bai Ruxue to the Conference Hall, and was standing obediently behind him like the most humble servant.
As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Feichen's gaze moved away from Wang Yan, and landed on the person at the front.
This person's face was as sharp as a knife, and his entire body exuded an icy aura.
Looking at him from afar, he gave off a feeling that strangers should not approach him.
This person was none other than the number one on the Hidden Dragon Leaderboard, Han Qianjue.
"The person leading this time … is Wang Guqing."
Han Qianjue's eyebrows raised slightly, and his icy expression became a little gloomy.
Sensing that Nie Feichen's gaze had landed on him, Wang Yan walked out helplessly.
Under everyone's gaze, Wang Yan cupped his fists towards Nie Feichen, "Thank you for your high opinion of me, Sect Leader. I will definitely do my best to lead this team well."
"With Wang Guqing's words, I feel much more at ease."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Feichen pondered for a moment, "In the Nine Sect Tournament, our Sun Sect cannot lack someone who can take charge."
"Second Elder."
As soon as Nie Feichen finished speaking, Cold-Blooded Tie, who was wearing a dark red cloak, slowly walked into the Conference Hall.
"Sect Leader."
Nodding his head, Nie Feichen looked towards Cold-Blooded Tie.
"Originally, the person who would lead our Sun Sect disciples to participate in the Nine Sect Tournament should have been the Great Elder Ji Tianran."
"But now, Ji Tianran has already been stripped of his position by me, and is no longer the Great Elder. He will accept his punishment."
"So this heavy responsibility has fallen onto your shoulders. Second Elder, do you have confidence?"
Cold-Blooded Tie nodded expressionlessly, "I will definitely not let Sect Leader down."
"Very good. Let's not waste any more time. Immediately depart for Star Sect."
"Yes."
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White clouds and blue dogs, ups and downs.
Wang Yan sat cross-legged on the back of the Blue Back Blood Eagle, squinting his eyes as he gazed into the distance.
(End of this chapter)