"Junior Brother Chen, you're at the top of the Prodigy Rankings! Haha, this is fantastic!"
The moment Chen Changming landed, Lin Mengxuan charged over like a madman and hugged him.
Lin Mengxuan was so excited that he had completely forgotten how suggestive it might look for two grown men to be embracing.
"Ahem, Senior Brother Lin, don't get too worked up."
Chen Changming felt a little awkward. After coughing twice, he "struggled" free from Lin Mengxuan's embrace.
"Junior Brother Chen, I lost my composure..."
Lin Mengxuan also realized something was off, and his face immediately flushed red.
"Junior Brother Chen Shan, you really are a sly one. You actually have so many flying swords."
From the crowd, Qin Xiangbei cupped his fists toward Chen Changming and deliberately said in an indignant tone.
"Senior Brother Qin, thank you for going easy on me."
Chen Changming returned the gesture with a smile, calm and composed.
Now that he had defeated Chu Feiyang, the top-ranked contender, he had successfully secured a spot at the Immortal Pool.
He still had one more battle.
If he won, he would be the champion of this Inner Sect Disciple Tournament.
At that moment, many inner sect disciples looked at Chen Changming with admiration.
No one was a fool. Having watched Chen Changming cut through every obstacle in his path and defeat one formidable opponent after another, their attitudes had changed.
"We're finished."
Among the distant crowd, an inner sect disciple turned pale, at a complete loss as he said, "Chen Shan will be the number one figure in the inner sect from now on. He won't take revenge on us, will he?"
"He probably... will."
Another inner sect disciple said frantically.
The few of them had all mocked Chen Shan here yesterday.
"Get out of here. Stay