What, Raising the Difficulty for Himself? Was He Crazy?

At this moment, Wu Zhen's expression had turned ugly beyond measure.

Even he could not quite make out what his grand-disciple was thinking.

The demand Wu Xing had made was clearly meant to make things difficult.

Yet Chen Changqing showed no sign of frustration. Instead, he agreed at once.

"What is up with that kid?"

"Could it be... he has given up on becoming Mount Shu's Sect Master successor?"

That thought suddenly surfaced in Wu Zhen's mind.

In his view, Chen Changqing had agreed to Wu Xing's demand so casually.

It was highly likely that he had already abandoned the idea of becoming Mount Shu's Sect Master successor.

Only then could he appear so relaxed.

While Wu Zhen was lost in thought, Chen Changqing's gaze flashed like lightning as he stared straight at Wu Xing and added, word by word,

"However, I do not want top three."

"I want... first place!"

When he said this, Chen Changqing was brimming with confidence.

At the same time, a soaring fighting spirit erupted from him, shooting straight into the heavens.

"Buzz, buzz..."

The moment Chen Changqing's words left his mouth, everyone present went numb, their heads buzzing one after another.

What Chen Changqing had said was like thunder from the nine heavens, endlessly exploding within their minds.

"What?"

"F-First place?"

"Is there something wrong with my ears?"

"Chen Changqing actually said that he did not want top three, but... first place?"

"My heavens!"

"Was he insane?"

"To take the championship in the Ten Great Sects Grand Competition?"

"He really dared to say it!"

"Was that not far too brazen?"

"That competition gathered the top geniuses of all ten great sects. There were even old monsters who had reincarnated and cultivated anew, or reincarnated immortals plucked from the heavens. It was the greatest competition