First Hearing of the Sword Realm

"Senior Brother Chen, whatever you do, don't lose the first match!"

Shouts rose one after another from the crowd.

Most were urging Chen Fan to win.

It was not that these people liked Chen Fan all that much. More likely than not, they had placed bets on him winning.

The odds for betting on Chen Fan in the first match were extremely low. News of his nine consecutive victories after advancing to a true disciple had long spread, and most people were certain he would win...

"What a pity. The Sword Sect's true disciple assessments have to be held in the Martial Practice Pavilion. Otherwise, people would definitely be willing to pay to watch your challenges, Junior Brother!" Yu Jin was rather surprised by the sheer number of disciples gathered outside.

Chen Fan merely smiled.

The two chatted as they walked into the Martial Practice Pavilion.

"Oh, right." Yu Jin suddenly leaned closer to Chen Fan. "An inner sect fellow contacted me. He's willing to pay a certain reward if I use a Projection Stone to record footage of your battles, Junior Brother..."

Projection Stones could not be brought into illusory realms, so the battles had to be recorded from outside the realm.

"Oh?" Chen Fan's heart stirred as he recalled the projected battle footage of Zhan Jianming that Yu Jin had shown him before. "What's the reward?"

Yu Jin smiled. "Ten thousand Origin Crystals!"

Lin Lei's eyes flashed as well. "That kid is quite lavish."

To him, ten thousand Origin Crystals was nothing, but to an ordinary inner sect disciple, it was an exceedingly high price.

Chen Fan frowned slightly. Thinking of the Projection Stone, he seemed to realize something. "Senior Sister, you may record my battles, but don't sell them to that person..."

Yu Jin froze for a