"Jian Mingyang is utterly despicable!"
Wu Yuehan was furious, though inwardly, he was somewhat pleased.
Now that he had been eliminated, he naturally did not want Lu Ren to achieve a higher ranking.
As long as Lu Ren won one more match, he would enter the top ten and receive rewards from the Lineage.
"Senior Brother Wu Yuehan, what did Jian Mingyang say?"
Lu Ren asked.
"He said that tomorrow, he would bribe the presiding elder. In the first round of drawing lots, you would be matched against him!"
Wu Yuehan said.
"If he is so eager to eliminate me, there is no need to waste that money!"
Lu Ren chuckled.
"Lu Ren, Jian Mingyang is the young pavilion master of the Sword Forging Immortal Pavilion. He may have held back during this qualifying round as well. He definitely has the strength to contend for first place!"
Wu Yuehan said.
"Rest assured. I came to the Artifact Forging Competition on behalf of the Wuyue Clan with only one goal—the crown!"
Confidence flashed in Lu Ren's eyes.
With the qualifying round over, the various immortal sect forces rested in guest rooms under the arrangements of the Immortal Ancient Zhao Family elders, awaiting the finals the next day.
The four of them moved into an elegant courtyard.
Lu Ren had just returned to his room and was about to enter the Reincarnation Ancient Pagoda when a knock sounded outside.
"Young Master Lu!"
A voice as clear as silver bells rang out.
Lu Ren raised a brow, recognizing the voice.
It was Zhao Xinyue!
Lu Ren opened the door and looked at the woman before him. "Miss Zhao, what is it?"
Zhao Xinyue gripped the hem of her skirt with both hands, her face full of apology. "Young Master Lu, I am truly