Inside the Sect Master Hall.
"I heard this Chen Shan is a sword cultivator with formidable combat power?"
Gazing at the arenas suspended above the Deacon Hall plaza, Sect Master He Changkong narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke without betraying any emotion.
Seeing that his junior sect brother, the Sect Master, thought highly of Chen Shan, Li Zizai nodded happily and said with a smile, "Yes. At the sixth layer of the Golden Core Realm, he had already mastered nine natal Flying Swords, all of them Geng-Gold Swords. Their killing power is formidable."
"He truly does have some remarkable abilities..."
He Changkong nodded.
"Sect Master, don't forget that Chen Shan contracted a Magnetism Mystic Turtle."
The Peak Master of Thirteen Peaks grinned.
"The Magnetism Mystic Turtle is the perennial second-best. Its rate of advancement is notoriously slow. He has only contracted that turtle for five years—he probably hasn't even advanced a single minor realm!"
The Peak Master of Seventh Peak laughed as well.
"Haha..."
The other Peak Masters joined in the laughter.
Back when disciples were being recruited, none of the thirteen Peak Masters had taken Chen Shan in. Thus, at today's inner sect disciple tournament, these Peak Masters secretly did not want to see Chen Shan fare well.
They dearly hoped Chen Shan would suffer a crushing defeat in the very first match. That way, it would prove the "keen judgment" they had shown five years ago.
He Changkong was unaffected by the grating laughter, but Li Zizai was somewhat angered by it.
Chen Shan was a junior he had always thought highly of, so he hoped Chen Shan would shine brilliantly in the inner sect disciple tournament and achieve excellent results.
"You people, don't laugh too soon. Since Chen Shan is so outstanding in alchemy, perhaps he is