Ling Tian was a clever man, so he knew what Han Lin and the others were really after with their so-called "test of Lingxiao Pavilion disciples' teamwork." He was happy to keep competing in team matches. That would satisfy Zi Yun and the others' fighting spirit while earning them some decent cultivation manuals. What was there not to like? Still, to secure even greater benefits, he didn't agree right away. Instead, he put on a show of indecision.
Han Lin and the others were clever, too. Seeing Ling Tian's reaction, they knew he wanted something more. They cursed his greed in their hearts, but couldn't show it, so Han Lin offered him some additional concessions.
For Ling Tian, waiving the challenges against Old Man Ling and the others meant nothing. Zi Ling and the others were eager to spar with people, and getting more familiar with their opponents' fighting techniques was something Ling Tian wanted to see, too.
After considering it, Ling Tian shook his head. "Senior, the disciples of my Lingxiao Pavilion have only just ascended. Their battle sense and fighting skills are still lacking. I want them to challenge the fellow cultivators here. That way, they can grow stronger, which will be quite beneficial in the battles between our realms."
Hearing Ling Tian's high-minded excuse, Li Yan and the others cursed him in their hearts all over again. But they knew he wouldn't be tempted unless they offered something of real value. Li Mang said gravely, "Ling Tian, aren't you collecting cultivation manuals? How about this: each of us who takes part will put up a hundred manuals, none of them the same as those we offered before. If you win, they'll all be yours. What do you say?"
The manuals would all be different from the ones