Supreme Emperor of Swords

The four names of Ding Hao, Li Lan, Liang Feixue and Li Muyun finally became code words of the superiors of that year’s nominal disciples.

As for Lu Pengfei who once had a good time?

He had long been forgotten by people like the garbage in the mountain. It was a strange period of time in which monkeys were kings in the mountains while tigers had been absent. No one would believe that if those four people were still among the disciples, Lu Pengfei would still have the opportunity to become the champion in the three consecutive competitions among the five academies.

Before the examination was over, the high level in the Sect made a surprising decision—

Li Lan, Liang Feixue and Li Muyun had been recruited by the Six Peaks and Six Bases long ago, and had become successor disciples of the inner core. Ding Hao would have definitely entered the Sword-hidden Peak. Being the case, those four people would not take any of the 15 places to be enrolled as the successor disciples of the inner core; the disciples from the 16th to the 19th places could fill those vacancies.

The unexpected decision helped the four people fulfill their hopes—

Li Yiruo, Yu Jueyao, Murong Yanzhi and Xiao Chengxuan.

Originally they were beyond the top 15 and could not be enrolled as the successor disciples of the inner core, but the Sect’s temporary adjustment opened a new door for them.

In addition to the above-mentioned four people, Lin Xin and Ren Xiaoyao from the Northern Academy of Yellow Shirts, Lyu Kuang from the Southern Academy of Purple Shirts, Chen Sheng, Sun Jiutian, Feng Xingjun, Chen Qidong and He Feiyu from the Central Academy of White Shirts, Li Canyang from the Western Academy of Red Shirts and Fang Tianyi from the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts were also in the top 15.

Dumbo Vajra was the only person left in regret.

Compared with the third superior’s strength from the Northern Academy of Yellow Shirts, he could have originally been in the top 15, but unfortunately, he chose to carry out an all-out fight with Ding Hao earlier, so that too much of his Qi was consumed and as a result he did not play very well in the following fights, achieving the top 26 and failing the examination for the top 15.

As for Ding Hao’s two roommates…

Wang Xiaoqi was unlucky. He had never spent his efforts in cultivating. He was keen on doing business and set up Heavenly World so he concentrated on the shop. So, he failed in the examination for the top 15 and squeezed into the top 300, becoming an outer disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, finally getting the qualification to stay within the Sect.

Li Yunqi did very well and got into the top 50.

Although he could not become one successor disciple of the inner core, he got into the inner core surely and could stay in the Sect to continue his hard training and maybe he would become an honorary elder in the future.

But it would be more difficult if he wanted to make further progress.

Except if he made a leapfrog progress in strength like the newcomers who went to the fore…

But such a chance was very slim…

Through various examinations and observations in the past year, the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had clearly assessed more than 2,000 disciples’ personalities, potential, aptitude, perseverance and even luck; it made the final choice correctly.

In the history of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, except for very few monsters who would succeed later in life, few could move to the fore.

In the consecutive crazy combats for more than ten days, the noisy year-end examination came to a mandatory end.

More than 2,000 disciples’ fate was solidified at that moment. Some were happy while others were sad. Some people cried bitterly and with their desolate luggage they had to leave the Sect where they had lived for one year. Some people gave a banquet to celebrate their progress and congratulate themselves for becoming members of the overlord Sect in the Snow Province.

In a few leisurely days, the area of nominal disciples had a strange atmosphere of ice and fire.

On the night when the examination ended, the No. 8 courtyard of the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts was finally bustling with noise and excitement.

Wang Xiaoqi gave an extremely luxurious banquet at his own expense. Fang Tianyi, Li Yunqi and other friends from the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts, as well as Li Lan, Li Canyang, Li Yiruo, Xiao Chengxuan, Yu Jueyao, Murong Yanzhi, Lin Xin, Ren Xiaoyao, Dumbo Vajra and others were invited to appear at that dinner.

Beyond many people’s expectation, Lyu Kuang, the arrogant and aloof Crazy Man who never had contact with others, went without being invited.

The raging fire was rushing into the sky, and the smell of wine and meat were floating in the yard.

Outside the yard there were some nominal disciples in a hurry to carry out the final carnival. When they passed by the yard, they looked at the place with admiration.

People who had gotten qualification to enter the yard all enjoyed great popularity in the examination. Except for several superiors in the Central Academy of White Shirts that were absent because of their poor relation with Ding Hao arising from Li Muyun’s defeat, almost all the other top 20 showed up in the yard.

Ding Hao’s good relations with others were best expressed at that moment.

Otherwise, with the face of Wang Xiaoqi, who did not make an effort to seek further progress, how could so many geniuses who were destined to become successor disciples of the inner core attend the banquet?

Happy laughter and cheerful voices were heard from the small yard.

Perhaps in the past year, the ubiquitous cultivation and examination pressure had kept everyone in a state of mental stress, so when they became completely relaxed, they behaved without restrain.

Ding Hao changed his usual state of concealing his emotions. With a bottle of wine in one hand and a chicken leg in another, Ding Hao and Ren Xiaoyao, the Superman in Luck, were sitting on the ground and playing the finger-guessing game loudly. Ding Hao ended getting drunk and made people feel surprised.

Several girls including Li Yiruo, Yu Jueyao and Murong Yanzhi got together to chirp about something. Their beautiful eyes swept over the boy disciples beside them from time to time and giggled cutely…

Wang Xiaoqi stood by the campfire and his mouth showed a smile.

Although he just messed around and attained a place as an outer disciple, which meant that he would no longer have an opportunity to enter the core of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, and hope to be a superpower who looked over the Snow Province… he still felt very excited.

Because he knew that he had harvested a group of friends.

A group of friends who were powerful enough to dominate the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and even the entire Snow Province’s martial arts world in the future.

His eyes swept over the crowd. Wang Xiaoqi suddenly saw Lyu Kuang, the Crazy Man, who was sitting alone outside. Thinking about something, he smiled. Taking a bottle of wine, he staggered towards Lyu Kuang.

When he approached Lyu Kuang, he patted Lyu Kuang’s shoulder as if Lyu Kuang were a familiar friend. Lyu Kuang was sitting there coldly like an ice sculpture. Wang Xiaoqi sat beside him.

“I hate this kind of greeting!” Lyu Kuang glanced at him and said coldly.

“Hehe. You will get used to it gradually, since that is the special way of greeting between friends,” Wang Xiaoqi delivered the bottle to him with a grin.

Lyu Kuang looked at him and said coldly, “Friends? I don’t remember when we became friends.”

“From the day when we robbed the cell. At that time you showed up in the cell with your face covered and blocked Lu Pengfei’s lackeys for us, so we became friends.” Wang Xiaoqi didn’t mind Lyu Kuang’s coldness at all and said with a smile, “Otherwise, why did you take risk of being excluded from the Sect to rescue Xiaofan in the cell if we’re not friends?”