"Junior Brother Wang, I never expected you to be the first challenger." Lian Ruohua finally recovered her composure and glanced at Wang Yu, looking a little worried.
"It's all right. Someone has to go first. Besides, didn't you just explain the advantages of challenging early, Senior Sister?" Wang Yu was equally surprised, but he quickly calmed down and replied with a smile.
The challengers in front of the other pavilions also kept glancing toward Wang Yu and Lian Ruohua.
"But..." Lian Ruohua was about to say something more when the space beside them rippled, and a figure silently appeared, his expression solemn.
It was none other than Yan Tu.
"Wang Yu, since you're the first challenger, I'll take you out now," Yan Tu said evenly.
"Sorry for the trouble, Master," Wang Yu replied with a slight bow.
Yan Tu nodded and swept his broad sleeve. A swath of red rosy light surged out, enveloping them both.
When the red light vanished again, both of them had disappeared without a trace.
Wang Yu felt the world spin around him. When the red light before his eyes faded, he found himself on the spectator stand in the Pure Fire Peak disciples' section.
"Greetings, Peak Lord."
The nearby Pure Fire Peak disciples, both inner and outer sect, were startled to see Yan Tu appear beside Wang Yu and hastily bowed in greeting.
"Go. Try to secure a True Disciple Position." Ignoring the other disciples, Yan Tu gave Wang Yu this solemn instruction.
"I will do everything in my power," Wang Yu replied earnestly, cupping his fist.
Then he formed a hand seal with one hand. White flames surged over his body, turning him into a massive white fireball that shot into the sky.
After the white flames billowed several times, he appeared high