Lu Xueqi and Bi Yao (42)

The enormous martial arts arena stood on the flat ground at the center of Qingyun Sect's seven peaks. Towering stands surrounded it on all sides, enough to accommodate tens of thousands. At this moment, every seat was already filled. Disciples from the various peaks, dressed in robes of different colors, sat in clearly divided sections. Discussions and cheers merged into a roar, and the atmosphere was incomparably lively.

Su Han wore Tian Ya Peak's distinctive moon-white robes, with the Tian Ya Sword strapped to his back, as he slowly entered the area occupied by Tian Ya Peak's disciples. His gaze swept across the entire venue, and even he was shaken by the grandeur of the scene.

"So this is the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament? It truly is spectacular."

"Junior brother Su, over here." Elder Lin's voice rang out. Su Han followed the sound and saw that although Tian Ya Peak had few disciples, every one of them was full of spirit, their eyes sharp. Elder Lin stood at the front, with Mu Qingxue and several other core disciples behind him.

Su Han walked to Elder Lin's side and cupped his hands. "Elder Lin, Senior Sister Mu."

Elder Lin looked at Su Han with satisfaction. "Not bad. Your aura is steady, and your edge is concealed. It seems you gained quite a bit over the past month."

"I made a little progress," Su Han said modestly.

"The tournament is about to begin." Elder Lin looked toward the central platform. "The Sect Master and the peak masters have already arrived."

Su Han looked up and saw Yun Qingzi seated in the place of honor on the central platform. Six figures with unfathomable auras sat on either side of him. One of them was a middle-aged man in purple robes, with a