Winning Is Enough to Join the Sect

Although nobody dared to contradict him to his face, quite a few people were indignant, their hands clenched tightly into fists.

That was exactly the effect Chen Xuan wanted. "You don't believe me? Then come back tomorrow. I'll give you a chance to prove yourselves."

At last, a Cultivator couldn't hold back and asked, "May I ask, senior... how are we supposed to prove it?"

"It's simple. Tomorrow, I'll set up a challenge arena at the entrance. You'll fight her one at a time, ten battles in a row. If you can beat her, wouldn't that prove you're stronger than her?"

When they heard there would actually be public matches, everyone immediately began whispering among themselves.

In Chang'an, where sects stood everywhere, it was hardly unusual for Cultivators to spar with one another. What they were discussing wasn't the one-on-one fighting, but the blatantly unfair format of a gauntlet battle.

No matter how one looked at it, these rules clearly favored them.

Those who went first could test her and wear her down.

Those who went later could conserve their strength and reap the benefits.

"There's no need to wait until tomorrow. I'm willing to try right now!" A man dressed like a dashing young noble, with long hair draped over his shoulders, pushed through the crowd. He cupped his fists toward Lingdang and said, "My name is Zhou Xubai, and I'm a disciple of the Jinglan Sect. Please grant me your guidance—"

"Don't you understand what I said?" Chen Xuan interrupted coldly. "I said tomorrow, so it's tomorrow."

The challenger's face instantly turned a little green.

"You can disperse now." Chen Xuan couldn't be bothered to explain anything further to these people. He turned and beckoned to the equally stunned Lingdang. "Come with me."

Only after entering the estate