Four Great Sects True Disciple Grand Competition!

In the Sovereign's Hall, all True Disciples held their breath in silence.

At the head of the hall, a middle-aged man in a Purple Gold Robe sat upright, his face resolute, a faint aura of the Origin Embracing Realm lingering around him.

This was none other than Chu Yunfei, the Feiyun Sect Leader.

"Greetings, Sect Leader!" All True Disciples saluted in unison, their voices crisp and orderly, showcasing the strict discipline of the True Disciple rank.

Chu Yunfei raised his hand slightly, signaling them to rise.

His gaze swept slowly across the disciples in the hall, pausing briefly on Ye Feng, a flicker of barely noticeable approval in his eyes.

This young True Disciple, promoted ahead of schedule, was the sect's biggest recent surprise.

"You must all be wondering why I've suddenly summoned every True Disciple," Chu Yunfei began, his voice steady and powerful, echoing through the hall.

"In a Few More Days, the True Disciple Grand Tournament of the Four Great Sects of Yan Nan State will be held at the North Snow Sect. This biennial gathering is an opportunity for our sect to showcase strength and solidify our standing."

"For you, it's a prime chance to make a name across Yan Nan State and acquire vast resources."

"The Grand Tournament!"

A low murmur of excitement rippled through the hall; many True Disciples wore eager expressions.

Some had long awaited this chance, while newcomers like Ye Feng were filled with curiosity about the event.

Chu Yunfei raised his hand to quiet the chatter and continued, "The rewards for this tournament are richer than in previous years. Anyone who makes the top ten will receive a base prize."

"Tenth place earns two thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones."

"The top three rewards far exceed past ones; specifics will be announced upon arrival at the North Snow Sect."

Two thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones!

Even True Condensation realm disciples would need months to accumulate that much—a tempting sum for ordinary True Disciples.

Breaths quickened, eyes gleamed with desire, though a few remained level-headed.

With nearly 150 True Disciples across the Four Great Sects, breaking into the top ten was like crossing a single-plank bridge through a thousand troops.

Li Yunfeng rubbed his chin, calculating: at the True Condensation realm, eighth layer, he might have a shot at the top ten.

Liu Tianxiang, the top True Disciple of Feiyun Sect, exuded confidence, fingers lightly tapping, clearly set on the top three.

Ye Feng nodded to himself.

Low-grade Spirit Stones weren't crucial for his current cultivation, but they could be traded for Treasure Herbs to improve Bone Root Talent or for pills to aid a breakthrough to the Origin Embracing Realm.

This tournament was a golden chance to earn spirit stones.

He was determined to claim first place.

"However," Chu Yunfei's tone shifted, growing stern.

"I must warn you: the tournament is perilous. Those lacking strength shouldn't overreach. Even if you don't make the top ten, witnessing the prowess of other sects' prodigies will greatly benefit your future cultivation. In three days, everyone gathers before the hall; the Grand Elder will lead us to the North Snow Sect."

"Yes!"

The disciples answered in unison, then bowed respectfully to the Sect Leader and filed out of the hall.

They would use these final three days to adjust their state, consolidate their cultivation, and make last preparations for the tournament.

Three days later, all True Disciples had assembled before the Sovereign's Hall.

New True Disciples looked on with curiosity, anticipating the tournament's spectacle.

Veteran True Disciples burned with eagerness, dreaming of the lavish rewards; the entire square buzzed with a tense, heated atmosphere.

Just then, a figure slowly emerged from the hall's side door.

It was an old man with a white beard, his face etched with wrinkles but his spirit vigorous, faint light gleaming in his eyes—the Grand Elder of Feiyun Sect.

"Greetings, Grand Elder!"

The disciples saluted again, even more reverently than toward the Sect Leader.

The Grand Elder was not only senior in rank but also unfathomably powerful, having long reached the mid-Origin Embracing Realm.

He waved a hand, his voice booming: "Time's short. Let's set out."

With that, he raised his hand, and a beam of spiritual light flew from his storage ring, landing in the center of the square.

"Thud."

With a dull sound, the light dispersed, revealing a flying boat over fifty zhang long.

The vessel was crafted entirely from white spiritual wood, its hull covered in intricate array patterns—far larger and more refined than the flying boat Elder Yin Xiangtian had used before, clearly superior in speed and defense.

Ye Feng's eyes flickered with surprise.

But when the Grand Elder took out a gleaming white High-grade Spirit Stone, dense with spiritual energy, and placed it into the boat's Energy Disk, Ye Feng's mouth twitched involuntarily.

A High-grade Spirit Stone was worth a hundred Mid-grade Spirit Stones.

Using one to power the flying boat was sheer extravagance—a clear sign of how much the sect valued this tournament.

"Board the boat!"

The Grand Elder gave the order, and the disciples boarded the flying boat one after another.

Ye Feng followed the crowd, and just as he found a seat and sat down, a familiar voice came from beside him.

"Junior Brother Ye, you're really lucky—becoming a True Disciple just in time for the Grand Competition. Back in my day, I had to wait two whole years for the chance."

Ye Feng turned his head, saw it was Li Yunfeng, and nodded with a smile.

Li Yunfeng was a classic chatterbox—once he started talking, he couldn't stop. He eagerly shared key intel about the Grand Competition: "Junior Brother Ye, you might not know this, but the top True Disciple of each of the Four Great Sects is called one of the 'Four Young Masters of Yan Nan State.' Senior Brother Liu Tianxiang is one of them."

"Those four have overwhelming strength and have basically monopolized the top three spots in every Grand Competition."

Li Yunfeng paused, lowered his voice, and continued: "Besides the Four Young Masters, the second and third True Disciples of each sect are no pushovers either. Take our sect's Senior Brother Gu Yun and Senior Brother Li Xiao—their strength is leagues apart from mine."

"The other three sects are about the same. There's a clear strength gap between the top three and the rest of the True Disciples. To put it bluntly, us ordinary True Disciples are probably just window dressing for the Grand Competition. The real stage belongs to those top prodigies."

Ye Feng listened quietly, committing key details like "Four Young Masters" and "strength gap" to memory, but he didn't buy Li Yunfeng's "window dressing" claim.

He was joining this Grand Competition for Spirit Stones and resources—not to be anyone's backdrop.

With his hidden True Condensation Realm Tenth Layer Peak cultivation, plus 80% Sword Intent and Million Jin Giant Strength, he might just be able to go toe-to-toe with those top prodigies.

The flying boat was extremely fast, reaching the destination in just two hours.

North Snow Sect.

The flying boat descended slowly. Ye Feng looked through the cabin window and saw a towering mountain gate standing atop a snowy peak. Above the gate, the three characters "North Snow Sect" were bold and powerful, surrounded by swirling mist like a celestial realm.

The venue for the Four Great Sects True Disciple Grand Competition had finally arrived.

Ye Feng took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the Spirit Sword at his waist.