When Fang Han stepped into the square paved with white jade and with a wide view, the huge General Ranking Martial Dao Stele was already in sight.
The monument is majestic and glows with warm jade light. The densely packed names on it silently tell the story of competition and ranking.
His eyes went directly to the top of the monument, and he quickly found his name.
However, the number in front of the name is not "ninety-five" in memory, but - "ninety-seven"!
"Two are missing..."
Fang Han's eyes narrowed slightly.
Compared with the 95th place in last month's test, his ranking dropped two places.
Obviously, in this month, someone else has made progress in strength and surpassed him.
Obviously, the competition above General Ranking is far more intense than inside Zi Courtyard. It is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.
Any laxity may lead to a decline in rankings.
Standing at the end of the test team, Fang Han waited calmly.
Ahead, from time to time, disciples would come forward to test, causing Martial Dao Stele's brilliance to flash, the rankings to jump, and bursts of exclamations of exclamation or regret.
After about a stick of incense, it was Fang Han's turn.
He walked forward slowly and stood about ten feet in front of the huge monument, immediately attracting many gazes.
Each of the top one hundred disciples of General Ranking is a prominent figure in Twelve Courtyards, and their every move attracts much attention.
"Look, it's Fang Han!"
"Which Fang Han? This guy looks so young."
"Zi Courtyard Fang Han, it was on the list for the first time last month, and it directly reached the 95th place!"
"It debuted on the list... and reached No. 95?"
Low voices of discussion spread among the crowd, and many people's eyes were filled with inquiry and surprise.
Fang Han seemed oblivious to the comments around him. He was calm and slowly raised his right hand holding the sword.
"Oops!"
Azure Edge Sword unsheathed the weapon and let out a clear sword cry.
Seventh Rank The powerful Internal Qi in the late stage rushed out from the nine Acupoints and poured into the sword body without reservation. The light cyan Internal Qi luster flowed on the sword body, exuding a powerful aura fluctuation.
Fang Han moved his wrist, and Minor Accomplishment<Wind Shadow Fatal Sword> suddenly performed!
The sword light started from a strange and unpredictable place, carrying an unparalleled and powerful connotation of killing.
The power of Sword Technique at the Minor Accomplishment level is fully demonstrated.
Sword Intent activated the airflow, making a low whimpering sound, and the air around the sword's edge seemed to become thick and distorted.
"Tsk--!"
The tip of the sword turned into a cyan lightning that tore through the void, and pointed at the smooth surface of Martial Dao Stele at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.
"Boom!!"
There was a dull, violent explosion.
General Ranking Martial Dao Stele's whole body shone with brilliance, instantly attracting the attention of all the disciples in the square.
The surface of the monument shook violently, and ripple-like ripples spread wildly at an unprecedented amplitude.
Before the name Fang Han, the number representing the ranking began to beat crazily!
Ninety-seven... ninety-five... ninety-three... ninety-one... ninety...
The numbers jumped at a dizzying speed, breaking through the ninety mark in an instant, and the momentum did not slow down at all!
Finally, under the gaze of countless shocking eyes, the beating numbers suddenly froze--
Eighty-seven!
The light gradually faded, and Martial Dao Stele returned to calm.
The name Fang Han suddenly stayed at the eighty-seventh position of General Ranking!
The entire square fell into a brief silence.
Immediately, there was an explosion of uproar and gasps!
"Eighty-seven, the ranking has been directly improved by ten places!"
"I remember that during the test last month, his ranking was ninety-fifth. In one month, he went from ninety-five to eighty-seven? This... how is this possible?"
"At such a young age, not only has he practiced High Grade Sword Technique to Minor Accomplishment, but his cultivation has also reached the late Seventh Rank. How did he practice?"
"What a monster!"
Everyone's faces were filled with extreme shock.
General Ranking is in the top 100, and it is extremely difficult to move up a ranking. However, Fang Han has been promoted eight times in a row. This speed of promotion is beyond the understanding of many people.
Among the crowd, some well-informed disciples whispered the information about Fang Han to their companions.
"He is Fang Han of Zi Courtyard? Beginner stage has only been around for more than a year, but he has already reached General Ranking eighty-seventh!"
"It is said... that I have some issues with senior brother Chu Feng on Prodigy Ranking."
"You offended senior brother Chu Feng? What a pity!"
After learning about the conflict between Fang Han and Chu Feng, most of the disciples had a look of fear and alienation in their eyes, and they all looked away and stopped paying too much attention, obviously not wanting to cause trouble.
But there are also a small group of disciples who look at Fang Han with eyes that are not only shocked, but also a bit more complicated than can be described.
They whispered.
"With such a talent, if he doesn't die young, the future may be..."
"Senior brother Chu Feng is certainly ranked Prodigy Ranking, but with the potential this junior brother has shown, he is not willing to give in too much!"
"With the potential this junior brother has shown, it may not be impossible to board Prodigy Ranking like senior brother Chu Feng in the future!"
These sounds are very low, but represent a subtle change.
At least, some people have begun to feel that Fang Han is not completely without potential to compete with Chu Feng.
Fang Han slowly sheathed the sword, seemingly unaware of the huge sound behind him.
He raised his head and glanced calmly at the number "eighty-seven" on the tablet.
General Ranking Eighty-seventh, I don't know how much contribution reward I can get this time.
He turned around, separated the crowd, and walked away calmly, leaving behind a group of onlookers with mixed emotions.
At the beginning of the month, the early morning sunlight shines through the window lattice and onto the bluestone floor of the Zi Courtyard Instruction Hall hall.
The disciples arrived one after another and took their seats as usual.
An invisible depression and undercurrent surged in the air, and almost all the disciples' eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the calm cyan figure in the front - Fang Han.
Shock, awe, disbelief, inquiry, and even a hint of vague jealousy... all kinds of emotions are intertwined in those eyes.
Even Yun Qianyue and Li Feng sitting not far away are no exception.
Yun Qianyue is still dressed in purple, with a veil covering her face, and her figure is as tall and graceful as a cold plum.
But at this moment, when her bright eyes exposed outside the gauze swept over Fang Han, a faint ripple could not be suppressed in the depths of her pupils.
The delicate hands she placed on her knees were curled up slightly unconsciously.
This month, she has not slacked off at all, her cultivation and Sword Technique have both improved, and her ranking on General Ranking has improved by five places.
However, Fang Han's improvement far exceeded her expectations.
After entering the top 100 of General Ranking, he was still able to improve rapidly, rising 8 places in one month.
Although the improvement rate is only three more than hers, the difficulty of improvement is far greater than hers.
After all, it was the General Ranking top 100 with extremely fierce competition.
An unprecedented pressure quietly came to mind.
Li Feng held a long knife in his arms, the lines on his stern face were extremely tight, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring at the back of Fang Han, as if he wanted to see through it.
The aura around him was more concentrated and sharp than a month ago, and it was obvious that he had made a breakthrough.
But at this moment, what burned in his eyes was not pride, but a fiercer, almost gushing fighting spirit, and a trace of unwillingness to be left far behind.
Fang Han's progress was like a heavy hammer, hitting his pride hard.
Most of the whispers in the hall revolved around Fang Han.
"General Ranking is eighty-seven... it was only ninety-five last month..."
"Promoted eight places in one month and is still in the top 100 of General Ranking. This is simply unheard of!"
"The talents of Li Feng and Yun Qianyue are terrifying enough, making it difficult for us to match them, but his talents are even more terrifying than Li Feng and Yun Qianyue!"
Huang Ling'er, Shi Meng and other top disciples of Zi Courtyard looked at Fang Han's back with complex expressions in their eyes, including admiration, envy, and a deep sense of powerlessness.
The gap seems to be getting bigger and bigger.
Fang Han sat quietly on the spot with his eyes slightly lowered, turning a deaf ear to all the looks and comments around him.
He has become accustomed to it.
Not long after, steady footsteps were heard outside the hall.
Chen Xuan Elder, surrounded by Deacon, slowly walked into the main hall.
Today's Chen Xuan Elder has a ruddy complexion and a hint of comfort that is difficult to conceal between her brows.
His gaze swept across the entire audience, and he paused for a moment especially on Fang Han. The admiration and satisfaction in his eyes almost overflowed, and the hand stroking his beard seemed a little lighter.
Although he had already heard the news that Fang Han's ranking had been raised to eighty-seven through channels, he still couldn't suppress the joy in his heart when he saw him in person and felt the increasingly condensed aura.
This boy once again gave him a big surprise!
Wu Hao and several other Deacon followed Chen Xuan Elder. When their eyes passed over Fang Han, a smile appeared on their faces involuntarily and they nodded slightly.
Zi Courtyard has such a genius, and they Deacon are also honored.
After everyone was seated, Wu Hao Deacon came forward with the roster in hand and began to call people forward according to the order of the roster to collect their contribution points.
The first person whose name was read was undoubtedly Fang Han.
"First place, Fang Han."
Countless gazes instantly focused on Fang Han, so hot that it almost set people on fire.
Fang Han looked calm, stood up slowly, and walked to the front of the hall with steady steps.
"The ranking has improved again, congratulations."
Wu Hao Deacon took Identity Jade Token from Fang Han, and scratched it on the inkstone-shaped object, and the faint light flickered.
When handing it back to Fang Han, he nodded imperceptibly.
"Thank you Deacon."
Fang Han took the jade plaque with both hands, bowed and stepped back, returning to his seat.
As soon as he sat down, he couldn't wait to separate out a wisp of Internal Qi and inject Identity Jade Token.
The number on the jade plate clearly appears - 1570!
Before that, he only had 90 contribution points left on Identity Jade Token.
In other words, he received a total of 1480 contribution points this month!
Zi Courtyard's number one basic benefit and reward is 330 points.
Then, General Ranking ranks 87th, and the contribution reward brought to him is 1150 points!
One thousand one hundred and fifty points!
This is an extremely huge contribution, enough for him to exchange for another High Grade technique.
Although he knew that he could get a lot of contribution points, being able to get so many contribution points was still beyond his expectation.
The sect is indeed not stingy in allocating resources to its top disciples.