"This man really is a genius! To think he cultivated to this level in just a few short months!"
"It's just a shame he isn't a disciple of our institute. Should we find a way to sound him out and try to poach him?"
"Forget it. What institute wouldn't treasure a talent like him and have won him over long ago? We'd be better off thinking about how to keep him down. At least this year, we can't let him rise above the rest. Next year or the year after, when his cultivation improves and we can no longer hold him down, we'll deal with that then."
"True enough..."
Elsewhere, people from the Anyang Academy, the Lesha Academy, the Pinggong Academy, the Shunshan Academy, and several other institutes were also discussing Fang Qianyuan.
Like the Red-Scale Training Institute, they considered suppressing him even as they tried to win him over.
Their specific approach was to have their own disciples fight harder when they faced Fang Qianyuan, aiming to injure or even eliminate him, just as Gong Yuan had instructed Fang Qianyuan to do.
Your institute had geniuses, and mine did too, but with so many geniuses, not everyone could become a True Disciple. They could only compete by whatever means they possessed.
On the fourth day, the elders and disciples of the various institutes all arrived, and the Administrative Affairs Institute at Headquarters finally posted the official arrangements for the Sect Grand Tournament.
Fang Qianyuan did not go to look, but Ning Yuerong and the others immediately copied them down and brought them back.
"Junior Brother Master Fang, the Administrative Affairs Institute has released the arrangements. Just like in previous years, the thirty-two institutes will compete for places in the final thirty-two across eight divisions: Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow,