Maxing Out Proficiency, Becoming a Sword Immortal Among Mortals

If he could get his hands on these things, at least he wouldn't be completely in the dark.

Even if he was strong enough, he still needed to make some preparations.

Three days later,

Ming Zhu handed him a Storage Ring.

It contained all the gathered information, neatly sorted into categories.

The intelligence was well organized.

Yun Shu leafed through it. He never lingered long over any one page, only occasionally pulling out something unusual for a closer look.

Ming Zhu watched him, slightly taken aback.

Why did this guy seem like an intelligence operative, too? He sifted useful information from the useless, then picked out the important details from the useful ones.

That was exactly how you handled intelligence!

Most of what he'd brought was useful, but there was still plenty of repetition.

In less than an hour, Yun Shu had finished sorting through the information.

Then he began to prepare.

The ruins would fully open five days after the Grand Competition.

Chu Huangyue had been waiting for Yun Shu for some time.

She seemed quite excited about this.

Yun Shu didn't think much of it. The two of them headed for the designated meeting place.

A crowd of disciples had already gathered there, chatting animatedly.

Nearly all one hundred of them had seen each other often. Most already knew one another, and even those who didn't had heard each other's names. So nobody felt like a complete stranger; at the very least, they knew which faction each person belonged to.

When the two of them arrived together, plenty of people came over, hoping to team up with them.

"Senior Brother Yun, Senior Sister Chu, if the two of you team up, how are the rest of us supposed to compete? Why not let a few more of us