This time, Li Ya had brought Gu An quite a few gifts as well—cultivation herbs and overseas Magic Artifacts. When Gu An tried to exchange a few polite words, Li Ya was too lazy to get tangled up and simply flipped out the window, leaving Gu An sunk into silence.
Yang Jian also sighed with feeling that this martial uncle was quite the interesting man.
Although Li Ya looked unreliable, the way he acted and spoke still left Yang Jian with a very favorable impression.
Just because Li Ya had said earlier that he would protect him to the death in the future, Yang Jian accepted this martial uncle.
After staying in Mystic Valley for a while, Gu An took Yang Jian and the Blood Prison Great Sage to the Outer Sect City. As the Heavenly Ranking Tournament drew near, Cultivators swept across the sky from time to time—not only cultivators of the Taixuan Sect, but also cultivators from within the seas and beyond.
No matter the results of the Heavenly Ranking Tournament, the Taixuan Sect would make a killing this time. Gu An was very much looking forward to seeing how much of the profits the Taixuan Sect would split with Sword Venerable Fudao.
Day after day passed.
Five days later, though the weather was scorching, because the Heavenly Ranking Tournament was about to begin, the inside and outside of the Outer Sect City were packed tight.
Before the South City Gate, countless cultivators gathered together, forming a vast sea of people. Heads bobbed in the crowd, the scene incomparably magnificent.
Following their gazes, one could see a formation platform standing high in the sky, composed of seventy-two Great Banners encircling it. Its diameter exceeded a hundred li, and a faint golden light surfaced at the bottom, forming a