In these three days, other than eating, drinking, and defecating, Lin Xuan stayed in the room to chat with Yue 'er and practice his sword at the same time.
He had already lived here for more than eight years. With the memories he had fused with, he knew everything about the Sword Whisper Sect. There was no need to waste time on this.
Seizing the time to cultivate and improve one's strength was the right path.
No. 9 was indeed the best room. It was divided into a front hall and a back hall. The front hall was spacious and bright, perfect for cultivation. The back hall was slightly narrow, with only a bluestone table and a bluestone bed. It was obviously a place for rest.
To Lin Xuan, every minute and second was very precious.
He needed to do his best to increase his strength and reach the realm where he could walk in the wilderness as soon as possible. Only then could he be free in the world and have nothing to do.
This was his last promise to the soul of the previous owner of this body, as well as to himself.
He had to complete it.
Of course, he was extremely competitive. He had long vowed in his heart that one day, he would definitely become the number one on the overall rankings and trample all those monstrous geniuses under his feet.
Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Lin Xuan put away his sword and let out a breath of turbid air. He opened the door and saw Zhang Fan standing outside.
"Senior Brother Ding, Instructor Wang Yanfeng sent a message just now. He wants us to gather at the martial arts house of the East Branch. It seems that it's because the competition of the East, South, West, North, and Five Branch will be held in two days.”The young hunter had a simple and honest smile on his face."I didn't disturb your cultivation, did I?"
Lin Xuan smiled and said,"No, we'll be brothers in the future. Don't call me 'you'. Just call me Lin Xuan."”
As he spoke, he entered the room and changed into the green robe that the sect had given him. He tied the rusty sword to his waist and walked out.
The two of them talked as they walked out of the 9th courtyard.
Walking along the stone path paved with green flagstones and in the shade of the trees, they met many disciples of the east courtyard who were also wearing green long robes. They all had excited expressions on their faces. They walked in groups of three or two towards the direction of the martial arts house in the distant square.
They were all disciples of the east courtyard.
Among the 10,000 disciples who passed the test and entered the Sword Whisper Sect, the top 20 mysterious super geniuses were directly accepted into the inner sect for secret training. The rest were divided into the Green Shirt East Court, Purple Shirt South Court, Red Shirt West Court, Yellow Shirt North Court, and White Shirt Court.
Each courtyard had a total of 2,000 disciples, differentiated by the color of their clothes.
Disciples from different courtyards lived in different areas and were guided by different mentors to advance in martial arts. They would experience a year of rookie cultivation.
It was worth mentioning that these 10,000 rookies could only be considered as in-name disciples of the Sword Whisper Sect.
The so-called in-name disciples meant that if they were eliminated in the assessment a year later, they would lose the right to continue staying in the Sword Whisper Sect and would be expelled from the sect.
In reality, the Sword Whisper Sect had countless tests of various sizes. The one-month period was a small test, the season was a test, and the year was a big test. There were all kinds of tests and titles, creating a suffocating pressure.
The Sword Whisper Sect was a sect that advocated competition.
Dividing the new disciples into five courtyards was also one of the methods to create a competitive environment.
Every month, there would be a competition between the five courtyards. In other words, the five courtyards would choose their ten most outstanding representatives to represent their respective courtyards in the competition.
The outcome of the martial arts competition was of great significance.
The final ranking would determine which courtyard's disciples would obtain the most share of spirit herbs, mystic cultivation manuals, and other benefits from the sect before the next competition, which was the next month. Even in the daily cultivation process, the disciples of the sect that won the first place in the competition of the five courtyards could also receive more guidance from the sect's experts.
These were resources and advantages that rookies were jealous of.
No matter which courtyard the youth was from, no one wanted to lose at the starting line.
Ten minutes later, Lin Xuan and Zhang Fan arrived at the martial arts hall in the east courtyard square.
In the huge hall, there were already two to three hundred people, all dressed in tight-fitting warrior green robes, sitting on the stone seats on the four sides of the ring. They were all whispering to each other about the upcoming selection of candidates for the martial arts competition. All of them looked excited and eager to give it a try.
" The hawk-nosed young man who is surrounded by Wang Xiaosan and the others is called Zhuo Yifeng. It is said that he is one of the top disciples in the East District, ranked 107th in the overall ranking. He has always been extremely arrogant. In the past few days, he has roped in many disciples of the East District and is bent on becoming the Headmaster of the East District.”
Zhang Fan whispered into Lin Xuan's ear.
The young hunter seemed to have noticed a lot of information.
The two of them randomly found an empty seat and sat down to wait.
At this moment, Lin Xuan noticed that in the center of the Martial House's stone hall, there was a person standing quietly on the green stone arena.
A burly man with a full beard was wearing a green robe.
This burly man had an aura that made Lin Xuan feel extremely dangerous. He stood there like a quietly hibernating ferocious beast. His sturdy body hid a terrifying power. Once this power erupted, it was enough to tear all the youths in the entire Martial School into pieces in the time for an incense stick to burn.
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