The Internal Competition, Son of the Discipline Hall Master

"No, I have to stay close to the Lord."

Until their figures completely disappeared and their voices vanished into nothingness...

The day of the fight

Holy Land Dojo

Nan Xunran and the others walked slowly, sunlight streaming down their bodies and illuminating their slender figures.

Suddenly, a petite figure rushed towards us, bringing with it a gentle breeze.

Nan Luoning suddenly threw herself into Nan Xunran's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, tilting her little face up, and excitedly shouting, "Brother!"

Nan Xunran nodded slightly and responded with a "Mm."

Nan Luoning quickly noticed Wen Rong behind Nan Xunran, tilted her head, and asked in confusion, "Brother, who is he?"

Nan Xunran remained composed and said calmly, "Wen Rong, your brother."

Nan Luoning was startled and blurted out, "What?!"

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she lightly patted her forehead and said, "He's my aunt's son?"

Nan Xunran lightly touched her chin.

Nan Luoning then gracefully stepped forward, smiling sweetly, and said, "I am Nan Luoning."

Wen Rong politely replied, "Wen Rong."

After greeting him, Nan Luoning hopped and skipped around, sticking close to Nan Xunran and tugging at his sleeves with both hands.

Seeing this, Wen Rong subtly moved her feet and quickly walked to the other side of Nan Xunran.

The moment their eyes met, sparks seemed to fly.

Watching this scene, Pei Zimo, who was following behind, couldn't help but say, "It feels like our lord is surrounded."

Pei Ziheng nodded in agreement.

The dojo was packed with people, and the moment Nan Xunran appeared, all eyes were immediately drawn to him.

The crowd stepped back in unison, automatically making way for him.

Then they all bowed deeply, their bodies bent low, and respectfully called out in unison, "Your Holiness!"

Nan Xunran nodded slightly, his expression calm and composed.

At this moment, an elder was already standing in the center of the arena. His gaze was dignified as he swept over the crowd and said, "This competition will still be a challenge-based system."

This internal competition aims to rank the strength of the Crimson Plume Sacred Land, with those ranked lower able to challenge those ranked higher.

After hearing this, everyone nodded to indicate that they understood.

The elder clapped his hands, and a protective shield slowly rose up on the arena.

Immediately afterwards, a flash of light appeared in mid-air, and the rankings from the last competition were clearly displayed.

The elder shouted, "The competition begins!"

However, everyone was whispering among themselves, and no one wanted to be the first to step into the ring.

At that moment, a voice broke the silence. "Can you challenge multiple people?"

Everyone turned to look, wanting to see who had asked the question.

"It's Qian Yu."

"Why is he asking that? With his abilities, how could he possibly challenge multiple people?"

Someone couldn't help but mutter a sarcastic remark, which immediately drew a burst of laughter from the surrounding crowd.

[Qian Yu, the Child of Fortune, has been detected]

[Son of the Discipline Hall of the Crimson Plume Sacred Land]

[Experience: My childhood destiny was stolen, preventing me from cultivating. A month ago, I killed an enemy and reclaimed my destiny.]

[Great Power Realm Pinnacle]

[Heaven’s Mandate Points: 1736/1736 points]

The elder nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Alright."

Upon hearing this, Qian Yu stepped forward without hesitation and declared, "I want to challenge Wang Tai!"

These words shocked everyone, and a flurry of discussion ensued.

"Senior Brother Wang Tai is a top-thirty expert. He's just a useless person who's barely started cultivating. Isn't he just courting death?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Tai violently twisted his fists, his knuckles cracking, and said with a disdainful look, "Let me teach you, you arrogant brat, how to behave!"

Qian Yu snorted coldly, slightly raised his chin, and glanced sideways at Wang Tai, saying, "Stop talking nonsense and get started!"

Wang Tai roared, "You!"

After saying that, the two of them flashed and leaped onto the arena.

Wang Tai said with a sneer, "Junior Brother Qian, it's not too late to admit defeat now."

"Stop arguing!"

Everyone was uninterested and believed that Wang Tai would undoubtedly win the fight.

To everyone's surprise, a few moments later, everyone was astonished.

Wang Tai collapsed to the ground with a thud, while Qian Yu was only slightly disheveled and suffered minor injuries.

The elder's gaze sharpened, and he announced loudly, "Qian Yu has won this competition!"

Qian Yu clenched his fists, raised them high, and shouted, "I want to continue the challenge!"

Then, with unstoppable momentum, he defeated several more disciples who were among the top thirty.

Qian Yu, beaming with smugness, shouted arrogantly, "Continue!"

His gaze swept across the rankings, and then he pointed to the top and shouted, "I challenge Nan Xunran!"

The sound caused an uproar. Everyone looked incredulous and began whispering among themselves.

"Is he mentally ill?"

"After a few consecutive wins, they've become so arrogant that they've lost their minds?"

"How dare he challenge the Holy Son?"

Qian Yu listened to these discussions, his previously smug expression instantly turned ferocious, and he angrily glared at the people around him.

He Nan Xunran in the center of the crowd and provocatively shouted, "What? You don't dare to accept the challenge?"

Before Nan Xunran could respond, Pei Zimo and the others exploded.