Wen Xu

"Senior Brother Jiang, Senior Brother Li, thank you for going easy on me."

With a smile at the corner of his lips, Chu Canglan clasped his hands and spoke. Below the stage, an uproar broke out. Whether they were Great Snow Ridge disciples of the sect or independent experts who had come to watch, no one had expected him to win so easily, as though it had been a joke.

"Sure enough, Chu Canglan was still Chu Canglan. Years ago, I saw him once from afar—full of youthful spirit, blessed with peerless talent. Now his wings have hardened. Though the old Mountain Lord has passed away, Snow Ridge's future is not dark."

Not far from Xiang Yang, an old woman in a straw hat leaned on a snake-headed cane and spoke with feeling. Her cultivation was not high; she had only just comprehended the Innate realm, yet her tone was anything but modest.

"Not necessarily. No matter how strong he is, I fear he cannot compare to the lord of Bixia Manor. If the two sides came to blows, the odds would still be three to seven. Unless Chu Canglan also comprehends the heavenly and human realm—but that is not something he can achieve in a short time."

Another old man, his face wrinkled like chicken skin, shook his head. He clearly did not think highly of Great Snow Ridge's future.

Those able to stand on Snow Ridge as outsiders and watch were at least Innate-level martial artists. A considerable number of experts had gathered here.

"Junior Brother Chu, your martial arts are superb. I have lost."

Senior Brother Jiang's expression was ugly. He threw away the broken sword in his hand, clasped his hands toward Chu Canglan, then turned and left. Clearly, he did not wish to remain any