Would You Like to Join the Qingyun Sect

"One move, yet again just one move!"

"Too ruthless!"

"Complete domination—this is absolute crushing!"

"Why does Ye Zhiqiu seem so different today compared to yesterday?"

"Could it be that his opponents are just too weak? None of them can even make him take things seriously?"

"Perhaps. After all, even Sun Henian lost. These people are no match for Sun Henian."

"This is the real dark horse—charging all the way to the end? Could he actually take first place in the Qingyun Sect’s martial assembly?"

"If that really happens, the so-called genius disciples of the Qingyun Sect will lose all face."

The third day, the final round of the competition. Those who had made it this far were no weaklings.

Yet against Ye Zhiqiu, none could withstand even a single exchange.

With overwhelming dominance, Ye Zhiqiu stormed into the top ten.

The remaining nine were all elite disciples of the Qingyun Sect.

Now, as they looked at Ye Zhiqiu, their expressions turned grave.

"Ye Zhiqiu’s strength is unfathomable. Senior Brother Zhang, do you think you stand a chance?"

"Me? To be honest, my confidence isn’t high. Though I’ve broken through to the ninth level of the Divine Ability Realm, I still can’t crush Sun Henian in an instant."

"I’m afraid I might not be his match."

"Even you can’t do it?"

Losing heart before the battle was already a grave mistake, let alone facing such a gap in strength.

Seeing the demeanor of these nine, the Qingyun Sect’s sect master and the four peak elders wore displeased expressions.

What angered them wasn’t their lack of strength—it was their attitude.

So what if they couldn’t win? Did that mean they no longer even had the courage to fight?

With such weak resolve, how could they ever shoulder great responsibilities?

"They’re still lacking. Perhaps this defeat will do them some good."

"Being sheltered under the Qingyun Sect has made them too complacent. Continuing like this will only harm them in the long run."

"Look at them now—utterly disappointing."

Lu Mengran’s words resonated deeply with the four peak elders, especially since among these nine were their own personal disciples.

There was no denying it—this performance had left them thoroughly disillusioned.

In contrast, the more they observed Ye Zhiqiu, the more they found him pleasing, even admirable.

As for Ye Zhiqiu himself, despite the numerous battles today, he felt nothing.

They were all too weak. None of his opponents could push him to his limits.

Such fights offered him no chance to temper himself.

With this in mind, he turned his gaze toward the nine Qingyun Sect disciples who had made it into the top ten.

"I have an unorthodox request. I hope you won’t take offense."

At his words, the crowd was stunned. An unorthodox request? What did he mean?

"Would the nine of you be willing to fight me together?"

What?

Fight him together?

Ye Zhiqiu wanted to take on all nine elite disciples of the Qingyun Sect by himself?

Wasn’t this sheer arrogance?

These weren’t just ordinary disciples—each was a genius in their own right.

One-on-one, they might not be his match, but all nine at once? That was a different story.

Was Ye Zhiqiu really this audacious?

"Ye Zhiqiu, don’t look down on us! We know you’re strong, but do you really think so little of us?"

"Who do you think you are? You can’t just order us to fight you all at once!"

"Ye Zhiqiu, don’t push it! Do you really think we’re easy to bully?"

Not only were the nine furious, but the other Qingyun Sect disciples also glared at Ye Zhiqiu with displeasure.

Was he looking down on these nine? No—he was looking down on the entire Qingyun Sect’s disciples.

"I don’t mean to disrespect anyone," Ye Zhiqiu said calmly.

"The purpose of this assembly is to test and refine our skills."

"But so far, I haven’t felt that effect, hence my request."

"If you refuse, I won’t insist."

Ye Zhiqiu spoke the truth, but the truth often stung the most.

A superpower like the Qingyun Sect, with its elite disciples, couldn’t even make Ye Zhiqiu take things seriously? If word got out, it would be a joke.

"I approve."

"You nine—attack him together!"

Suddenly, Qingyun Sect Master Lu Mengran’s voice rang out, shocking everyone.

He agreed?

He actually agreed?

The nine disciples were equally bewildered, unable to fathom their sect master’s reasoning.

Perhaps only the four peak elders understood—Lu Mengran wanted to see Ye Zhiqiu’s true limits.

Could this monstrous youth truly defeat all nine and emerge victorious?

"Many thanks, Sect Master Lu."

"No need for thanks. This is a martial assembly—we should take it seriously."

"Ye Zhiqiu, I, too, wish to see just how strong you are," Lu Mengran said with a faint smile.

The way Lu Mengran treated Ye Zhiqiu left many envious.

This was the Qingyun Sect’s master! Among the younger generation, how many could earn such regard?

Ye Zhiqiu was truly about to soar to new heights, his rise unstoppable!

At this moment, many couldn’t help but glance around, searching for Cao Jinxiu’s reaction.

But after looking for a while, they realized she wasn’t even present.

"Come to think of it, why didn’t Cao Jinxiu participate today? Did she forfeit?"

"What else could she do? Show up and embarrass herself?"

"Tsk tsk. With Ye Zhiqiu’s meteoric rise, the one suffering the most must be Cao Jinxiu."

"Shh! Keep it down. No matter what, Cao Jinxiu is the young sect master’s fiancée. None of us can afford to offend her."

"Let’s just watch how Ye Zhiqiu handles these nine Qingyun Sect geniuses."

With Lu Mengran’s decree, the nine had no choice but to step onto the stage, no matter how unwilling they were.

Their gazes burned with fury as they locked onto Ye Zhiqiu. Now, they had no intention of holding back.

Since he had provoked them first, there was no need for courtesy.

"Gentlemen, shall we begin?" Ye Zhiqiu asked.

"Hmph! Since you’re asking for death, don’t blame us!"

Before the words even faded, one of them lunged at Ye Zhiqiu. The other eight followed suit, all nine attacking simultaneously.

Facing their combined assault, Ye Zhiqiu didn’t panic—instead, his fighting spirit ignited, his eyes blazing with excitement.

"Good!"

"Now this is a real fight!"

With a faint smile, Ye Zhiqiu unleashed his sword intent. His blade swept out, sending a terrifying sword energy hurtling toward the nine.

"Blocked?"

Seeing them withstand his strike, Ye Zhiqiu grinned, then erupted with even greater power.

"Hmm?"

"Such overwhelming force—this kid was truly holding back before!"

"This aura…"

Even Lu Yun, who had been silently observing, felt a tremor in his heart. From Ye Zhiqiu’s unleashed might, he sensed a trace of… fear.

Ye Zhiqiu was only at the fifth level of the Divine Ability Realm—how could he make me feel such dread?

Ye Zhiqiu swung his longsword with a fierce slash, sending a massive arc of sword light cleaving down from the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A deafening explosion erupted, as if it had detonated inside the minds of everyone present.

The scene on the dueling platform left the entire crowd stunned, plunging the surroundings into utter silence.

Defeated?

Just like that?

When Ye Zhiqiu got serious, none of them could even withstand a single strike from him?

Terrifying!

This Ye Zhiqiu was absolutely terrifying!

Lu Mengran and the others now gazed at Ye Zhiqiu with blazing intensity in their eyes.

A prodigy!

This was undoubtedly a monstrous genius—one they absolutely couldn’t afford to miss. They had to recruit him into the Qingyun Sect at all costs.

"Hahahaha!"

"Excellent!"

"Ye Zhiqiu, you truly are a prodigious talent."

"For this martial assembly, you are the undisputed champion."

"Ye Zhiqiu… would you be willing to join our Qingyun Sect?"