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At this moment, after Gu Na had put the matches in the other three Arenas through a rigorous test, no one was paying attention anymore. The disciples watching from Floating Mountain shouted in unison, "Dongyi!" To be honest, even Gu himself didn't know how many challengers Yan Dong had faced; it was probably around thirty or forty. Many couldn't withstand even a single move and were sent flying, yet there were still those who tirelessly stepped up to challenge.
Gu had no pressing matters to attend to. Every challenger seemed to hope for a chance like he and Cai Jiang had before, where they could earn a sip of Spiritual Wine with just a few moves before continuing the match until one side was defeated. Such matches were far more enjoyable than watching two people dance around with swords, and there was no danger to life, which kept challengers coming in droves.
What was even more admirable was that Gu could maintain a winning streak of over thirty matches without growing weary of competing against each person. Whether they were self-proclaimed prodigies who had just entered the sect for less than two years, those hailed as heaven's favorites, or seasoned veterans from the Outer Sect like Yuezi, Gu engaged each challenger with precision and skill.
Bu Luo found it somewhat embarrassing; despite fighting fiercely, Gu had only used Years of Nurturing Sword so far. No one had managed to force him to use any other techniques. Initially, he had started with a Small Lightning Technique as an opening move, but now he simply finished things with a single strike, leaving everything else behind.
Bu Luo's momentum seemed to have just begun to stir excitement. The Elders watching from Floating Mountain began discreetly instructing their subordinates to investigate Gu's identity and background, as well as his experiences over the years.
Such an outstanding disciple would surely attract attention from other sects' spies; it would be foolish for any sect not to recognize him as a core disciple worthy of cultivation. A Super Sect might not necessarily be wealthy in Tiandong, but they certainly sought pillars of strength and successors. Compared to smaller sects, Major Sects had more options when it came to heirs, highlighting the differences in their foundations.
Yan Dong was just beginning to shine; having only entered the Sect for half a year, he already displayed such unstoppable momentum. Coupled with his impressive demeanor, no sect would be foolish enough to send such a disciple undercover. Thus, the Elders felt increasingly at ease, their gazes toward Gu growing friendlier.
This young man possessed both talent and mindset; it was no wonder he was taken as a disciple by the Ancestor of the Xiao Family. His skills in Years of Nurturing Sword were remarkable; if he were given a renowned magical sword, he could surely showcase his prowess at Discipline Peak without wasting his potential as a young hero.
Luo Zhisheng stroked his beard and smiled as he spoke. Just then, Zhou Yuanlong, known as Zhou Elder beside him, directly interrupted.
"Bah! What benefits would there be at my Discipline Peak? At most, they'd get a broken sword. Do you think everyone is so eager? Such a fine seedling should come to my Alchemy Peak instead; it would enhance their cultivation and benefit the Sect—it's killing two birds with one stone! Why bother with all those rules and regulations?"
Xiao Zhou's words held some truth; what good was alchemy? I don't see that kid as someone who dabbles in ink. We at Alchemy Peak are all softies compared to them at Refining Peak. In the future, he could craft himself a weapon that suits him perfectly—wouldn't that be splendid?
Sigh, Lao Liang makes a good point. Bu Luo has no future coming to our Refining Peak. Just look at them at Lianyao Peak, traveling to the Northern Sea by day and resting in Cangwu by night, riding cranes to Dong Lai—that's the true Celestial Aura. Look at us, one forging iron and the other selling medicine; what future do we have following in their footsteps? Tsk tsk tsk, it's simply a waste of talent.
Xiao Dong, am I being unreasonable? How is it a waste of talent? Let me tell you, believe it or not.
Watching the Elders quarrel beside him, Gao Qi, the Chief from Main Peak, felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. He kept his mouth shut but couldn't deny that he was being noticed.
Little Gao, why don’t I see you keeping quiet? I don't deny it. You must have some devilish idea up your sleeve, he said to me.
Seeing Gao Qi's mischievous grin, several Elders like Lao Hu turned their attention away from him. After all, no matter how one compares it, Main Peak is incomparable. So during past competitions for disciples, everyone would first seek to exclude Main Peak before they could settle down and negotiate properly. Once Main Peak decided to join in, it would turn into a chaotic scene like Yan Dong.
In fact, the Elders need not struggle. Last month, news came from the Ancestor of the Xiao Family that if nothing unexpected happens, Gu Hong will surely join the lineage of Main Peak. We have no share in that.
Alas...
The Elders sighed deeply; with the Ancestor of the Xiao Family involved, there was nothing they could do no matter how much they threatened or tempted.
Just as Bu Luo and another Elder fell silent for a moment, two or three more from Bei Qin arrived at the Eastern Arena. Counting carefully, it seemed that Jie Donglai would soon have fifty disciples. The surprise was evident; it had been many years since anyone had swept through the Outer Sect just six months after entering. Such an occurrence would surely be recorded in the Sect's annals.
Hmm?
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