Taking a Master

A powerful aura suddenly descended, enveloping the entire arena and its surroundings. The boiling clamor vanished at once, and almost everyone was pressed so hard by the overwhelming aura that they could barely breathe.

A flying ship arrived above the arena. Wang Zhongyou stood tall at the prow, looking down as he said, "The top ten of the Menial Disciple Competition, board the ship. Follow me to Azure Origin Peak's grand hall to collect your rewards."

After speaking, Wang Zhongyou withdrew his aura. Everyone felt as though they had finally come back to life, yet no one dared make a sound.

Jiang Ping'an summoned his flying sword and rode it toward the flying ship.

In the spectator stands, Shen Jing, Zheng Baotong, and the other top ten menial disciples also mounted their swords and flew toward the ship.

As for Duqing Mountain, dead men naturally could not fly, so he remained where he was.

As Jiang Ping'an and the others flew toward the ship, countless spectators could not help raising their heads to watch, their faces full of envy.

Jiang Ping'an, Shen Jing, and the other nine reached the flying ship almost simultaneously, landing on the deck at its prow. Then they all respectfully bowed to Wang Zhongyou.

Wang Zhongyou turned around with a smile. "No need to be restrained. Find yourselves a place to sit."

"Thank you, Elder Wang."

After bowing their thanks, none of them dared move about freely. They remained standing on the deck at the prow, and no one dared speak casually either.

The flying ship turned and headed for Azure Origin Sect's main peak—Azure Origin Peak.

More than half an incense stick later, the flying ship landed in the broad plaza before the Azure Origin Grand Hall.

After disembarking, Wang Zhongyou said to Jiang Ping'an,