Chapter 2586

Chief disciple battle?

Qinchuan looked at Consort Qian curiously.

Consort Qian smiled and nodded, "Yes, there's a chief disciple battle every two years. You're just in time for it. There's only one week left."

Qinchuan asked in confusion, "What's the point of the chief disciple battle? It can't be just a simple competition, right?"

"Of course not. The chief disciple battle is to see everyone's strength. The stronger you are, the more resources you'll get. Also, you'll have to represent your sect to compete with disciples from other sects." Consort Qian said.

Qinchuan's eyes lit up. This was good. This was also a way to get in touch with the outside world. It was also an opportunity to integrate into other circles.

This was a platform. A platform was the most important. Only with a platform could one enter that circle.

"Are you confident that you can take first place?" Consort Qian smiled and asked.

Qinchuan really didn't know. He felt that he could, but after all, the chief disciples before him were probably over two hundred or three hundred years old. He wasn't sure how strong they were.

He was confident in himself, but he didn't dare to say that he was the strongest. One had to know that there was always someone better out there. He had to always have this mentality.

Carelessness and arrogance often led to a tragic death. One had to know that even a lion had to use its full strength to catch a rabbit.

Every day, because of carelessness and arrogance, there would be people who would die in the hands of their opponents. They wouldn't be able to rest in peace if they failed miserably.

"As your man, I have to have this confidence." Qinchuan smiled and said.

Consort Qian glanced at him. When did he become her man …

But she was too lazy to refute him. Unknowingly, she stopped thinking about this question. Even if it was Qinchuan, she wouldn't care about it.

Qinchuan pulled Consort Qian around Bai Hua Palace. The birds were chirping and the flowers were fragrant. The sun was shining brightly and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

The Hundred Flower Hall wasn't just called the Hundred Flower Hall. Almost everything here was a flower. Even the three sides of the hall were covered in vines.

It was like a fairyland on earth. It was very beautiful. The flowers were beautiful, the scenery was beautiful, and the people were even more beautiful. She was the most familiar stranger. Actually, every time Qinchuan saw her bright and beautiful smile, he would feel a little heartache.

She was smiling amidst the flowers, but she was no longer the girl who owed him money.

Qinchuan was looking forward to it. He really wanted the Consort Qian to come back. He really missed her. He didn't dare to keep thinking about it. It would hurt his heart.

Soon, several days passed. Now, the most discussed topic in the Nine Heavens Sun Moon Sect was the Chief Disciple Battle.

Once every two years. Although it wasn't a long time, it was enough. There were bound to be a few people who would undergo such great changes in two years, making this chief disciple battle even more exciting.

This year, many people were looking forward to someone.

Qinchuan!

The main thing was that Qinchuan's performance was too outstanding. Well, actually, Qinchuan had only fought for 655th place, but in the end, he had reached 93th place. But in many people's eyes, this wasn't the final ranking.

Many people didn't dare to fight, and Qinchuan was very low-key. He didn't fight for the rankings. This time, he was full of mysteries.

Actually, there was another reason. The ranking battles were just a reference. They were very close to reality, but they couldn't truly replace reality.

Many people actually doubted whether Qinchuan would participate in the Chief Disciple Battle. But it seemed that as long as one was a chief disciple, they had to participate. This was mandatory.

So many people were curious. Qinchuan had become a lot of people's hope.

After all, no one wanted to watch a competition that was set in stone. There were only surprises when there were accidents.

The competition had been held many times, and there were no surprises. But it was still a grand event. After all, it was a competition between the halls, and at the same time, it was a competition between the Chief Disciples.

Where there were people, there would be disputes. Where there were people, there would be Jianghu.

False reputation was tiresome. Everyone knew this saying, but not many people could get over it. Those who could get over it would become monks. In fact, most monks couldn't get over it. Perhaps only those true masters could truly get over it.

Moreover, getting over it might not be a good thing, because it meant that life was very boring.

Everyone was ordinary people, and they relied on these false reputation and these very vulgar things to fill their entertainment.

It wasn't that Qinchuan didn't have a competitive heart. In fact, everyone had it. If someone didn't care about something, it could only mean that the person didn't care about it.

Many people cared about it because it had the motivation to attract them.

Qinchuan actually needed a platform. Only by standing on it could he walk out. And he wanted to walk out and walk into a bigger world.

The rules of the competition were to draw lots. The winner would advance, and the loser would be eliminated. However, everyone had two chances to fail.

If they failed twice, they would be eliminated and wouldn't need to compete again.

The reason why they could fail twice was to make it fair. After all, if they were unlucky and the second place was picked by the first place, then it would be over after just one battle.

At that time, the second place might not be the real second place.

Also, they could fail twice. They couldn't lose to the same person twice. If they lost to the same person, then they wouldn't fight a second time.

Unless there were special requirements, if the loser didn't want to admit defeat, they could challenge again. But if they failed a second time, then they would be completely eliminated.

The Ranking Stele was just a reference. In fact, every competition would be different from the Ranking Stele. Otherwise, there would be no need to hold the Battle of the Chief Disciple. They could just look at the Ranking Stele.

The Ranking Stele was just a reference. It was more of a place to spar.

Qinchuan drew number 99.

This number was the ranking on the Ranking Stele.

However, the battles started from the bottom. Actually, when the lots were drawn, everyone would draw different lots. They were all at their level. Usually, the 655th place wouldn't be the first place.

Usually, the top 75 would draw each other. 75 to 95, 95 to 15, 15 to 35, 35 to 655.

This was also for fairness.

There was no absolute fairness. It could only be relative. Measuring a range depended on one's luck.

If there was absolute fairness, then everyone would have to compete with everyone else. Then, the results would be tallied and the final ranking would be determined. This was only when there were fewer people. The more people, the more suitable for elimination. It wasn't suitable for taking turns.

The Nine Heavens Sun Moon Sect's Grand Martial Stage was very big. This was the biggest Martial Stage that Qinchuan had seen so far. It was like a big square.

Yes, it was even bigger than the big square. There were tall platforms all around. There was a sea of people. They were all people from the Nine Heavens Sun Moon Sect. It was very orderly.

No one dared to cause trouble. The experts here couldn't hide anything from their eyes and ears. If they tried to cause trouble, they would be courting death.