Ye Lan found it utterly ridiculous that the Great Soul Arena was divided into eight ranks. At a rate of one match per day, with opponents matched only against those of the same rank, anyone who could reach Gold Rank would be exceedingly rare. Once one reached Gold Rank, it would be difficult even to find an opponent, let alone push onward to Purple Gold Rank.
Purple Gold Rank challengers probably could not find anyone at all when attempting to advance to Sapphire Rank.
Moreover, based on the conversion of one point per victory and a reward of ten soul coins per point, the total reward for Purple Gold Rank was ten million Gold Soul Coins. That was surely the upper limit of the rewards.
After the maid finished her explanation, Ye Lan followed her to the registration area for soul arena participants.
"Registration fee: ten Gold Soul Coins." Seeing the Iron Soul Master badge on Ye Lan's chest, the staff member spoke mechanically.
Ye Lan silently handed over ten Gold Soul Coins. The staff member did not count them, merely weighing them in his hand with practiced ease.
"Do you want a title?" the staff member asked coldly.
Ye Lan rubbed his chin. He had never considered a title before. After a moment, he said, "Green Emperor!" Thinking of his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, Ye Lan felt that Blue Silver Grass truly deserved that title now.
"Green Emperor? I hope you live up to that title." A ripple of emotion entered the staff member's cold voice as he muttered over the golden-haired man's title. He had seen far too many intimidating titles—World-Ending Dragon King, Incarnation of Calamity, Great Demon King.
Without exception, those people had drawn too much hatred with their titles and ended up beaten black and