Three days passed in a flash, and the Divine Prison Immortal Sect's once-a-century inner sect tournament began on schedule.
The Martial Arts Arena was set in the open square at the foot of the Main Peak, surrounded by inner and outer sect disciples who had come to watch. The platform was laid with thick slabs of thousand-year profound ice jade, which could withstand clashes between high-level immortal arts without easily breaking and injuring those below.
Yun Che followed Yue Mingsha to the Sect Master's seat at the top of the stands and stood beside it. Glancing over the crowd below, he saw quite a few disciples secretly studying him. Their whispers drifted over on the wind, all saying that he had become a personal disciple as soon as he joined the sect and had even picked up an ancient weapon of destruction with its power restored. His luck was outrageous.
Yun Che acted as though he had heard nothing and stood quietly beside Yue Mingsha, listening as the Grand Elder went up to deliver the opening remarks and announce the tournament rules.
All disciples would draw lots for their matchups until the top ten were decided, after which the elders would determine the final rankings. The top three could each choose a bottle of high-grade pills from the pill chamber and receive an additional chance to select a cultivation technique from the Scripture Pavilion.
When they drew lots, Yun Che drew the last number. He sat at the sidelines to rest, watching the disciples before him fight in pairs, and casually snatched the immortal power of several disciples fighting on the platform, greatly shortening the matches.
So much so that the watching elders and disciples were rather taken aback, feeling that the disciples' endurance was exceptionally poor in this tournament.