"Interesting. Truly interesting."
As the disciples provisionally ranked in the top ten of the Golden Core rankings appeared one after another, Lin Fan looked at those names and recalled their cultivation arts, magic treasures, and divine abilities. The smile on his face grew increasingly strange.
"What's so interesting?"
Jiang Sheng's voice sounded beside Lin Fan's ear, yet Lin Fan was not surprised in the slightest.
On the surface, Lin Fan, Ling Yu, and their senior brother Lingwei served as the chief examiners and supervisors for the first hundred rounds of the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Spirit Transformation Realm battles. But for the sake of caution—and the disciples' safety, in case someone truly resorted to anything at all—Lingwei had specifically asked Jiang Sheng to observe in secret.
After all, Jiang Sheng possessed part of the authority of Lord Shangqing, the formation spirit. Combined with the authority of the Judicial Heavenly Monarch under his control, overseeing the entire grand formation and knowing about every battle within it was as easy as turning his hand over.
Thus, although Jiang Sheng appeared to be seated upon the cloud couch in East Heaven, he had long since divided his divine sense into the grand formation, remaining beside Lord Shangqing so he could take in the overall situation and promptly communicate with Lin Fan, Lingwei, and Ling Yu should anything arise.
Naturally, every movement Lin Fan and the others made was also beneath Jiang Sheng's watchful eye.
Seeing the peculiar smile on Lin Fan's face, Jiang Sheng casually struck up a conversation with him.
Lin Fan smiled. "Yuanchen, let me ask you something."
"A saber cultivator who does not use his saber, instead fighting with flames and sword pellets—what do you think he is after?"
A saber cultivator who did not use his saber?
Jiang