Over those three days, the disciples of Longcheng Peak knocked on his door one after another, bringing the works they were proudest of.
There were naturally no weapons. Everyone knew that Lü Bufan's own heavy sword, that Ferocious Weapon, was exceedingly strange. Everything they brought was a protective Magic Treasure or a suit of battle armor.
Even two elders quietly entrusted two Second-Generation Disciples with delivering a suit of supreme-grade Magic Artifact armor.
After all, in all the years since the sect's founding, it had never lacked artifact refiners, but not one artifact refiner had ever fought his way into the top three of the sect's Cloud Rankings.
Although Lü Bufan was only an Attendant, he still counted as one of Longcheng Peak's people, didn't he?
On the third evening, a bonfire burned in the little courtyard on Longcheng Peak. Jinshan and Jinshan held two iron skewers of meat, turning them over the flames...
The fat-coated wild boar meat sizzled above the flames, while two plump lake fish rubbed with salt were propped beside the fire.
Lü Bufan was pulling wine out of his Mustard-Seed Object...
"This is one good thing about being a cultivator. A Mustard-Seed Object makes carrying things so convenient..."
A figure flashed, and Immortal Master Qingming descended from the sky into the courtyard... "Well, well... that smells wonderful!"
The three hurriedly bowed in greeting.
Immortal Master Qingming waved a hand and sat beside the fire. "All the other remaining Cloud Rankings elites are settling their minds and nurturing their spirits for tomorrow's fighting, yet here you are... wine and meat aplenty. Aren't you afraid of losing?"
Lü Bufan handed him a flask of wine and replied with a smile, "If I lose, I lose!"
Immortal Master Qingming took the wine and smiled sidelong at him. "Is