Heaven-Piercing Peak.
Yuqing Hall.
"I've summoned everyone here today to discuss the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament two years from now."
"The Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament, held once every sixty years, is an important event for our Qingyun Sect to select talent."
"This time, we'll make a slight change to the rules."
"Each peak will send eight disciples to compete."
Daoxuan got straight to the point.
His words left all the peak masters stunned.
In previous tournaments, each peak had recommended however many disciples it wished.
Since there were so few disciples at the bamboo peaks, they could usually only scrape together two or three mediocre candidates.
Now they were required to send eight?
Shang Zhengliang and Daoist Tianyun exchanged glances, joy showing in both their eyes.
Their peaks had plenty of disciples, so picking eight elites would be no problem. This was a great chance to show off.
Master Shuiyue remained impassive. Though Small Bamboo Peak accepted only female disciples, it had plenty of capable ones, and finding eight would be no trouble.
Everyone's gaze turned, almost in unison, to Tian Buyi.
They all expected the fat man to kick up a fuss.
After all, Great Bamboo Peak was famous for having so few disciples.
"What?"
"Why are you all looking at me?"
Feeling their gazes on him,
Tian Buyi raised an eyebrow and sneered.
"Afraid Great Bamboo Peak can't scrape together enough people?"
"Don't make me laugh!"
Tian Buyi slapped the armrest, his face full of pride.
"Great Bamboo Peak is overflowing with talent these days!"
"Daren, Dayi, Dali, Dazhi, Daxin, Bishu, my Seventh, Ye Xuan; my Eighth, Jingyu; my Ninth, Xiao Fan!"
"And Ling'er!"
"That makes ten people exactly!"
"Not only can we send eight, we'll have two left over to drink tea and cheer everyone