For now, the Martial Arts School's hopes rested mainly on Zhao Tie.
County Lieutenant stepped forward and cleared his throat. His deep, resonant voice carried across the entire Training Ground:
"Today, having borrowed this esteemed venue, I also wish to announce something to all you young talents.
In roughly half a year, the once-every-three-years Qinghe Arena selection will officially begin!"
The moment his words fell, the entire venue first went silent, then erupted into an enormous uproar!
County Lieutenant raised a hand in a calming gesture. Once the waves of noise had subsided somewhat, he continued:
"The Qinghe Arena is a tournament established by the prefectural city to select talents from all sides, held every spring.
For the young martial artists of our Qinghe County, this is a rare opportunity!
When the time comes, the major sects of the prefectural city, and even the Prefecture Governor's Mansion, will send people to observe and recruit.
In their hands are Cultivation Methods far more advanced than those in our little place, more abundant cultivation resources, and a broader Martial Dao future!"
These words were like cold water splashed into boiling oil, instantly igniting the blood and yearning of every young martial artist!
Joining a great sect, obtaining profound inheritances, and reaching a wider world... this was the opportunity every young person aspiring to the Martial Dao dreamed of!
Seeing the blazing light burst from the disciples' eyes below the stage, Chen Zhengyang nodded in satisfaction.
He was not afraid that they would aim too high; he was only afraid that they would lack the will to advance.
Even the ever-arrogant Ji Kun put away his scorn at this moment, his eyes revealing an intense longing and fighting spirit.
He knew well that ruling Qinghe County amounted to nothing. Only by stepping onto