To lend the Sect a hand, Wenlong went there in person. To make things easier, he took a gold Elder Token with him so that no one would stop him again.
With the Elder Token, his passage was naturally unhindered. He found Wen Ji, the acting sect master, to discuss how to train the disciples better and inspire greater ambition in them.
Wenlong proposed increasing the prize money and holding a grand martial tournament. The competitors would be divided by level, year, and age group so that talent could be recruited more fairly and effectively.
The original disciples were in their third year, those recruited the following year were in their second year, and the three hundred recruited this year were in their first year.
The top twenty would be selected for the Special Training Class and receive the Sect's full support in their training. The tournament would officially begin in one month.
The names of the top three would be engraved on the Honor Stele, securing their place in the Sect's history. As soon as the notice was posted, every disciple threw themselves into training, determined to achieve a good result.
As the tournament drew near, the atmosphere within the Sect grew increasingly tense and feverish.
Disciples from every year put their backs into it, training day and night. Among the first-year disciples was a young man named Lin Yu, whose talent was exceptional, though he had always kept a low profile.
When he heard of the tournament's generous rewards and glory, fighting spirit blazed in his heart, and he resolved to make his mark in the arena.
Among the third-year veterans was a disciple named Zhao Xuan, who had always held his nose high in the air. He learned that newcomers wanted to challenge his standing.
He sneered