Strong Ranking Tournament

Just as the two were enjoying their tender moment, Ziyan's voice came from the side, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.

Nalan Chenfeng released Han Yue, turned to look at the pouting Ziyan, and greeted her with a smile.

"Ziyan, it's been a long time."

Ziyan glanced at Nalan Chenfeng, crossed her arms, and turned her head away.

This guy has such powerful Dou Technique, but he didn't tell her. He even tricked her into joining this dirt-poor Wind Pavilion. He's no good person.

She'll definitely give this guy a good beating in this Strong Ranking Tournament.

Seeing that Ziyan was unresponsive, Nalan Chenfeng didn't force himself on her.

He wasn't Alchemist, nor did he have any medicinal herbs with sufficient energy; he couldn't appease this young lady.

However, although we can't give Ziyan anything to eat right now, it won't be difficult to find some for her after she becomes Dou Wang.

The Jia Nan Back Mountain are a natural treasure trove of medicinal herbs.

Among them are even spiritual items like Earth Core Body-Tempering Fluid, which can improve cultivation talent and enhance strength.

Once he breaks through to the Dou Wang level, it will be easier for him to seize medicinal herbs from magical beasts than for Ziyan.

However, compared to other rare and precious materials, he had to keep this Earth Core Body-Tempering Fluid because Han Yue, who was by his side, and three other family members all needed it.

Having not returned home for many years, I can't go back to the Jia Ma Empire empty-handed.

"Chenfeng, it's rare to return from the Blazing Sky Qi Refining Tower. Should I call Lin Xiuya and Liu Qing over? Our Wind Pavilion has developed to this point, and you, as the Pavilion Master, haven't shown your face much yet."

Seeing that the two were somewhat awkwardly silent, Han Yue smiled and changed the subject, giving Nalan Chenfeng a way out.

"Good..."

Nalan Chenfeng nodded slightly, gently stroking a strand of silver hair on Han Yue's forehead with his hand, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Having Han Yue, such a confidante, in this Canaan Inner Academy is a true pleasure.

Beautiful women are indeed always a good thing.

Three days later.

The Canaan Inner Academy, the central square.

As dawn broke, the stands around the square were already packed with people.

The dense crowd of people, their voices rising and falling, created a series of enormous waves of sound that echoed throughout the Inner Academy.

The square is circular, with a diameter of about 100 zhang (approximately 33 meters). The ground is paved with special bluestone, and the surface is carved with patterns, making it grand and beautiful.

On the north side of the square, there is a high platform with more than ten chairs on it, which are obviously prepared for the elders of the Inner Academy.

"There are so many people..."

Nalan Chenfeng stood in the contestants' area, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings, and sighed.

"Ziyan said that this is how the Strong Ranking Tournament is every year, you'll get used to it."

Han Yue stood beside Nalan Chenfeng, a hint of tenderness flashing in her clear, beautiful eyes, and a faint smile unconsciously curving her lips.

She is not qualified to participate in today's Strong Ranking Tournament, but those around her are qualified, and apart from Ziyan, no one can rival them.

Of course, that's not the key point. The key point is that the top ten in the Strong Ranking Tournament will have a chance to temper their bodies with the Origin Heart Flame Blazing Sky Qi Refining Tower.

If Nalan Chenfeng could obtain it, he would soon be able to break through to the Dou Wang. When he returned to the Han Family with her, she could already imagine what her father and the others would think.

A fifteen-year-old Dou Wang is an extremely rare existence in the Central Plains Continent.

Such talent and potential were enough to earn the Han Family's recognition and make her a guest of honor. On the contrary, she seemed somewhat ordinary and unworthy of the family.

However, in her mind, women are born to depend on the strong, and being weaker herself doesn't matter.

"Speaking of Ziyan, judging from that little girl's dissatisfied expression towards me these past two days, she'll probably make a move against me in this Strong Ranking Tournament."

Nalan Chenfeng smiled, showing no fear on his face.

Although he, Nine-Star Dou Ling, is no match for Ziyan, he possesses the Purple Cloud Wings and the special ability to Time Stop, so he can still give Ziyan a hard time.

Besides, there's no need to even lift a finger to deal with Ziyan.

He only needs to make a few empty promises, and the little girl will easily admit defeat.

Ziyan most wanted to know his methods, and he knew them very well.

The reason he is so enthusiastic about those imagined Dou Technique is that he has only one purpose: to use his abilities and methods to steal medicinal herbs.

If Time Stop, many things could be done; stealing medicinal herbs is just one of the simplest applications.

However, this was not the Dou Technique that Ziyan had in mind, and he definitely couldn't teach it. But after he advanced to the Dou Wang level, he could go into the Magical Beast Mountain Range with Ziyan and give this little girl a taste of sweetness.

To make Ziyan obedient, the effect of the elixir is greater than that of the medicinal materials, but becoming Alchemist and refining elixirs for Ziyan would probably take several years.

Thump!

A clear chime resounded throughout the heavens and earth, drowning out all the noise in the square, and everyone's eyes immediately turned to the high platform.

On the high platform, an elderly man dressed in a gray robe slowly walked out. He was thin and frail, with a gaunt face and sharp, piercing eyes.

Su Qian.

Grand Elder of the Canaan Inner Academy, Dou Zong powerhouse.

Behind Su Qian were more than ten academy elders, each with a powerful aura, all at the Dou Wang level.

"The Strong Ranking Tournament begins now."

Su Qian's voice was loud and clear, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

"The rules are the same as in previous years: draw lots for matchups, single-elimination format, until the top ten are determined."

"..."

"First match, number sixteen, Cheng Yue, Xia Mang."

"..."

"Match 10, Number Six, Nalan Chenfeng, Zhao Ming!"

The Strong Ranking Tournament proceeded rapidly, and when the referee mentioned Nalan Chenfeng, almost everyone's eyes turned to him in an instant.

In the Inner Academy today, Nalan Chenfeng is so famous that everyone knows him.

Nalan Chenfeng ranked third on the Strong Ranking. Although this position hadn't changed in the past six months, everyone knew that it was only because he hadn't competed for it; his strength was definitely above Chen Feng, who ranked second.

As for the top spot on the Strong Ranking, that's a taboo within the Inner Academy, and whether Nalan Chenfeng can win is something they can't really compare.

"It will be over soon."

Nalan Chenfeng smiled slightly at Han Yue, then lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped down from the high platform, stepping onto the central arena in the square.

At this moment, a burly young man stood opposite Nalan Chenfeng, his face solemn.

"Nalan Chenfeng, I have long admired your name."

The young man clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, speaking politely.

"Please."

Nalan Chenfeng nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

He recognized the person in front of him; his name was Zhao Ming, ranked ninth on the Strong Ranking, and his strength was not weak, possessing the power of Eight-Star Dou Ling.

However, this level of strength poses no threat to him now; he's just going through the motions in this Strong Ranking Tournament.

Zhao Ming took a deep breath, his Dou Qi surging within him. The earth-yellow Dou Qi condensed into a thick layer of armor on his body. He stomped his feet on the ground and charged towards Nalan Chenfeng like a raging bull.

"Mountain Fist!"

Zhao Ming let out a low shout, clenched his right fist, and condensed the earth-yellow Dou Qi at the tip of his fist into a small mountain phantom, which slammed down on Nalan Chenfeng with a heavy sense of oppression.

This punch unleashed the full power of Eight-Star Dou Ling, its force astonishing.

A gasp of surprise rang out from the stands.

Facing Nalan Chenfeng, this newly emerged prodigy from the Inner Academy, Zhao Ming clearly held nothing back.

However, Nalan Chenfeng stood still, without moving an inch.

Only when the fist was less than three feet away from him did he raise his right hand, clench his five fingers, and throw a punch.

Simple and unpretentious, without any frills.

Dark red Dou Qi exploded from his fist, like molten lava erupting, and the scorching heat instantly swept across the entire arena.