Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele

If not for the lowest-ranked Chief Disciple-Changming Peak's Miao Tian-then only two other disciples would have wedged themselves among the new and former Chief Disciples of the various peaks.

This alone proved the immense weight of a Chief Disciple's title!

The top fifteen.

All were Earth Extreme Realm martial artists. The Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele only gauged raw realms without distinguishing between the early, middle, or late stages, so there was no way to determine their exact cultivation.

"After the Chief Disciples, there are so many unfamiliar names. It seems they must be the Walking Disciples who have left the main peaks to act abroad in the Sect's name."

A voice rang out, analyzing the rankings on the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele.

Indeed.

In this context, "leaving" the main peaks did not mean they had severed their ties. It was a literal departure. They were still considered disciples of their main peaks, but they now possessed the strength to stand on their own.

They could travel the outside world and contribute to the Sect.

Only when a Walking Disciple advanced further to take up an official position within the Sect, or was dispatched to guard Sect territories, would they officially detach from their main peak.

After all, Walking Disciples were one or two generations-sometimes more-senior to the disciples currently residing on the main peaks. Naturally, their strength ranked higher.

"Oh, I found him! Lei Miao!! It's Senior Brother Lei Miao!!"

A sudden exclamation rang out. The speaker was a new disciple from Yin Yang Peak. Mindful of the rule that a disciple could only enter the Yin Yang Tower twice in their lifetime, he had chosen to forfeit his chance in this Peak Competition.

At this moment, he excitedly raised his hand, pointing at the five-hundredth rank on the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele.

Lei Miao.

He was precisely a personal disciple of Yin Yang Peak.

The total number of Walking Disciples across all the main peaks was estimated to be over two thousand.

To rank five-hundredth among two thousand senior martial brothers was enough to prove Lei Miao's exceptional talent.

The person ranked directly above Lei Miao was an Earth Extreme Realm martial artist, while Lei Miao was at the Profound Extreme Realm. This meant that in this Peak Competition, a total of five hundred Earth Extreme Realm martial artists were participating.

Of course.

As the Peak Competition intensified, that number would only increase.

Starting from Lei Miao.

Familiar names began to appear on the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele, all belonging to the personal disciples of the various main peaks.

In other words, according to the Yin Yang Tower's judgment, the top personal disciples of each main peak could actually match the upper-middle ranks of the Walking Disciples.

This was more or less consistent with reality.

The top geniuses of the main peaks possessed the ability to transcend time, catching up to the realms and strength of disciples from one or two generations prior!!

"W-wait!?"

"Look, look at the name at the very bottom of the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele."

A startled cry drew everyone's attention. The crowd immediately looked toward the bottom of the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele.

Upon seeing that name, everyone froze in place.

A long while passed.

Finally, a martial artist murmured, reading the name aloud.

"Ning Fan."

Yes!

The very last name on the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele-the 1000th ranked disciple-was precisely Changming Peak's Ning Fan!!!

"If I remember correctly, isn't this Ning Fan a disciple who was admitted to the main peak through a special exception?"

"He actually made it into the top thousand of the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele!?"

"..."

Exclamations rang out, voicing the disbelief in everyone's hearts.

How immense was the weight of being in the top thousand of the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele!?

Let's put it this way.

Even among the personal disciples of the various main peaks, a portion had failed to enter the top 1000. One had to remember that the total number of Walking Disciples across the Sect was around two thousand.

In the eyes of the Yin Yang Tower, Ning Fan's strength surpassed more than half of the personal disciples.

What kind of concept was this!?

Ning Fan had joined the main peak two generations early. Personal disciples were already one to two generations ahead of the current main peak disciples. Ning Fan had effectively leapfrogged four entire generations of disciples.

Yet he could still rank in the middle of the pack.

This level of talent was simply too terrifying.

"Hss-"

"Could the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele be malfunctioning? This Ning Fan's ranking is way too outrageous. It's unbelievable."

"Yeah, it's too monstrous!!"

"..."

Many people muttered among themselves. But even if they were unwilling to accept it, the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele had never made a mistake in its history. Furthermore, the disciple ranked two places above Ning Fan was Zhao Yan'er.

Many had personally witnessed the great battle between Zhao Yan'er and Ning Fan.

The strength Ning Fan had displayed was not much weaker than Zhao Yan'er's, and his martial skills had even been superior.

"That's right."

"This current ranking on the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele doesn't take martial skills into account, which is why Zhao Yan'er is ranked above him. If martial skills were factored in, Ning Fan's ranking would probably rise even higher..."

Someone murmured.

"..."

Hearing this, the crowd fell into a heavy silence.

It was true.

It was an indisputable fact that Ning Fan had defeated Zhao Yan'er in their duel. Even if Zhao Yan'er hadn't fought with her life on the line, Ning Fan's strength had been clearly proven.

This top 1000 ranking-Ning Fan truly deserved it.

"A monster."

A whisper echoed, speaking the single word that occupied everyone's thoughts.

"..."

When Sixth Elder Yu Ji saw Ning Fan's ranking, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl upward.

Heh.

Not bad at all.

Her wager on Ning Fan had not been in vain. Between granting him the quota for the Evolution Grounds and intervening on his behalf just now, Ning Fan owed her quite a few favors.

Building a good relationship with this rising star was well worth the price she had paid.

"..."

In the distance, Lingxu Fairy stood aloft in the void. She too saw Ning Fan's name on the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele. She slightly lowered her gaze, concealing the complex divine light flickering in her eyes.

Ning Fan, Ning Fan...

Just thinking of that name filled Lingxu Fairy with a profound sense of irritation-an agitation that surpassed even the bottleneck she faced in her cultivation.

Perhaps.

Perhaps only by slaying Ning Fan could she sever this knot in her Dao Heart.

"Ning Fan!"

Ninth Elder Zhao Bo clenched his fists, a flash of ruthless malice crossing his eyes. The more monstrous Ning Fan proved to be, the more it gnawed at the Ninth Elder with regret.

"But in just a few days, the name Ning Fan will be nothing more than history in the Yin Yang Divine Sect."

The Ninth Elder suddenly let out a sinister sneer.

This time, the Zhao family.

They had prepared a grand "gift" for Ning Fan inside the Yin Yang Tower. He sincerely hoped Ning Fan would enjoy it.

At the same time.

Inside the Yin Yang Tower.

"..."

Miao Tian stood at the very front. Behind him stood Ning Fan, Li Yunqi, Lin Yu, and their Dao Companions, along with over a dozen Walking Disciples from Changming Peak.

Naturally, they were unaware of their rankings on the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele outside.

Ning Fan gazed outward.

He took in the entire first floor of the Yin Yang Tower. In truth, there was nothing obstructing his line of sight here.

It was merely an incredibly vast, empty hall, populated by black warded screens of varying sizes.

There were quite a few of these black screens.

Ning Fan roughly estimated that there were several hundred of them, perhaps even close to a thousand.

That made sense.

Over six thousand disciples were participating in the Peak Competition. Even if it was one screen per person, that still meant three people would have to fight over a single spot.

Although there were higher floors, the further up one went, the fewer the beds.

The competition would only grow fiercer.

Behind those black screens were likely the very beds that condensed Yin Yang Qi. What everyone sought was precisely the Yin Yang Qi hidden behind those barriers!!

"Huu-"

A trace of scorching fervor flashed through Ning Fan's eyes.

These.

These were all massive Fated Chances!!!

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