The formal alliance with powerful forces like Dayan Palace sent Lingxiao Pavilion's reputation soaring. Nearly everyone in the Cultivation World knew that Lingxiao Pavilion had been rebuilt, and many sensed that its rise this time would be even more spectacular than when it was first established. Many cultivators were also curious about Ling Tian and the others, and kept a close eye on their performances at this year's Cultivator Assembly.
These days had been the happiest time for Old Man Ling. Watching Lingxiao Pavilion grow in power had warmed his old heart, and he often wept tears of joy. Ling Tian trained hard and occasionally sparred and exchanged insights with Zi Tiandu and the others. As for the younger generation, like Ling Lin, they often visited forces such as the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox to exchange knowledge, and their strength continued to grow.
Time slipped by, and soon the second round of preliminary matches began. Ling Tian's match had arrived as well.
The second round was a contest between twenty, with two advancing. The cultivators who had passed the first round were all quite capable. Looking at the others on the platform, Ling Tian immediately sized them up.
"Tsk, tsk. Even the weakest among them is at the Integrated Body Middle Stage." Ling Tian smiled, then fixed a cold stare on one person. "I'm pretty lucky. My first opponent is from the Death Nether Wolf Spider Race. I doubt anyone else will try to take him from me."
As expected, perhaps because they knew of Ling Tian's hostility toward the Death Nether Wolf Spider Race, the other eighteen immediately cleared a space, looking as if they were settling in to watch a good show.
"Thank you, everyone." Ling Tian clasped his hands in salute, confidence gleaming in his eyes. "I won't