Wei Quan followed behind his master, looking at the crowd escorting them, clearing the path, and in a moment, blood rushed to his head, making his face flush.
This is truly prestigious!
He did not even know that unknowingly, his master had gained such fame and prestige in Guangling City.
Following behind his master, he walked with pride, feeling indescribably proud and even more grateful that he dressed splendidly today.
The crowd made way, cheering loudly, creating quite the commotion.
Some people in the inner circle noticed, and upon listening closely—
Someone laughed, "Turns out the ’Tiger Crane Double Forms’ have arrived."
Someone questioned, "Who is Yan Chuan?"
Another scoffed, "Old school stubbornness, but quite the pomp."
Out of ten people, around seven or eight had heard of Yan Chuan; those who hadn’t were few.
Yan Chuan led the group smoothly to the front, where they finally saw over a dozen arenas circling around, each about the height of a person, with fences connecting the gaps between arenas, enclosing them, guarded by soldiers to keep ordinary people out.
But when the guards saw Yan Chuan, hearing his name, they welcomed him with a smile, "Turns out it’s the famous ’Tiger Crane Double Forms’ Master Yan! Master Yan, please come in!"
They immediately opened the fence, allowing passage.
It turned out that the inner circle needed no admission ticket; it was purely based on fame and face recognition.
even Yu Jinpeng, Jin Yutang, Wei Quan, and Che Qi, who were not well-known, could enter because they were with Yan Chuan.
Entered the inner circle.
The space surrounded by arenas was considerable, bustling with activity, and many had already entered, but most faces were unfamiliar, with only a few well-known figures from the old school that Yan Chuan could still recognize.
He wasn’t in a hurry to greet them.
Looking further ahead,
there was a viewing platform in the center, about three zhang high, with dozens of armchairs arranged on it, occupying a vast area—
"That is prepared for the Ten Elders of the Guangling Academy’s Inner Courtyard, and famous masters from the Jianghu."
Yan Chuan could tell with one glance.
Cheng Fengxiao also once sat atop.
But in recent years, as the Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall declined with no successors, Cheng Fengxiao stopped coming to avoid losing face at the Martial Arts Competition.
The Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall made a comeback.
Just as Yan Chuan entered, still looking around, suddenly, there was a loud explosion from the sky, and they saw a figure seemingly flying in from nowhere, stepping lightly on the heads of the crowd—
Flying across the sky!
Heading straight for the arena!
Then leaping onto the central three-zhang-high platform with a whiz.
"Hey hey hey! Stepped on my head!"
"Bah! Pew pew! Who is this guy? Stepped a face full of dust on me!"
"Haha! I knew there’d be people every year! Luckily, I wore a hat!"
Those who got stepped on were speechless.
The onlookers, however, had their eyes wide open—
"This person can fly!"
"This must be qinggong, right? Such amazing qinggong! Flying two or three li at a time, jumping three to five zhang! In our Guangling, not even the city walls could stop him!"
"I remember now! It’s Elder Wang Kuan, one of the Ten Elders of the Guangling Academy’s Inner Courtyard!"
Someone recognized him.
Yan Chuan looked up, raising his eyebrows.
Speaking of this Wang Kuan, he actually knew him.
Back when the Guangling Academy first opened, Wang Kuan, as the renowned Grandmaster of ’Six Harmonies Fist’ in Guangling County, immediately joined with his only son, and even presented the entire ’Six Harmonies Fist Manual.’
Since then, ’Six Harmonies Fist’ became one of the widely spread fist techniques at the Guangling Academy, with people like Lu Qing practicing ’Six Harmonies Fist.’
Wang Kuan also rose to prominence, becoming one of the Ten Elders of the Guangling Academy, a decision-maker and leader, with his status, position, strength, and reputation undergoing a monumental change.
Even his only son in his old age, Wang Zhengyi, became the Society Leader of the Six Harmonies Fist Club at the Guangling Academy, alongside Du Hanfeng, Zhong Le, Tu Tiannan, and others, as one of the ’Guangling Ten Outstanding.’
Six Harmonies Wang Family!
Thriving in the new era!
This seventh Martial Arts Competition seems to be hosted by Wang Kuan.
On the stage, Wang Kuan dressed in a long robe, with his hands behind his back, black hair and beard, exuding an aura of an immortal, and as soon as he spoke, his voice resonated far and wide, suppressing the voices of the thousands surrounding the arena.
"What a strong breath support!"
"What deep inner strength!"
Some thought it was just a loud voice.
Some thought it was just strong breath support.
But Yan Chuan suspected that this Wang Kuan, appearing around sixty, yet still healthy with black hair and beard, likely had mastered profound inner skills, thus able to suppress the whole crowd.
"Developing the Mountain and Sea Realm, it seems they have gained a lot of benefits."
Yan Chuan grew even more eager for his own journey to the Mountain and Sea Realm after the Martial Arts Competition.
He continued to watch Wang Kuan.
Seeing this person with a loud and long-lasting voice—
"This year’s martial arts event is the same as usual."
"Young ones, if you have the courage, come to the arena and try your skills."
"The older generation, if you’re itching to compete, come down and trade a few moves."
"Martial competition is for learning, stopping at the point of contact."
"If there are those who are ruthless and intend to harm, once caught, don’t blame this old man for being impolite!"
Wang Kuan huffed, making the whole venue tremble.
"Elder Wang still has his grace!"
"What Elder Wang said is correct, stop at the point of contact, and it’s crucial not to harm lives!"
As Wang Kuan’s voice fell.
Around, some people responded.
A series of sounds, from the south and north, each had four or five people flying through the air, stepping on people’s heads as they came.
"Stepped on me again! Ow, this person’s no good, my neck got sore!"
The qinggong skills were evident in their fire control.
Some flew lightly, with ease and elegance.
Some flew heavily, clumsy and ponderous.
But they were all experts, each soaring smoothly, easily ascending to Wang Kuan’s arena.
Only then did the crowd notice—
"It’s the Seven Immortal Swords of Xianxia!"
"Five swords have arrived!"
"Those are the Songhe Five Elders! Four have arrived!"
Seven Immortal Swords of Xianxia!
These were the twelve most renowned experts in the Guangling Martial World before the Guangling Academy’s establishment—
These two sects dominated Guangling, relegating any ’Guangling Ten Tigers,’ Three Geese, Four Evils, Seven Eagles, Eight Fierce to the back.
However, with one of the ’Guangling Ten Outstanding,’ Tu Tiannan, defeating the ’Golden Saber User’ Chu Cheng of the ’Seven Immortal Swords,’ the entire reputation of the ’Seven Immortal Swords’ significantly waned.
Times are changing, not as glorious as before.
No longer had the dominance of a decade ago!
But the roots remain, whether it is ’Immortal Mist Mountain’ or the ’Songhe Sect,’ still considered ’nobility’ in the eyes of ordinary martial artists today.
"Immortal Mist Mountain, Youlong Skill!"
"Songhe Sect, Yuhai Skill!"
Yan Chuan was naturally not unfamiliar with these two sects; even when the nine people flew over, he had already discerned their martial arts methods.
With them as leaders, next, various grandmasters, famous masters, flew in one after another, filling the air—
"Southern Monkey Chen Chuang."
"Northern Donkey Guan Yang."
"Flying Fox Zhou Bin."
One by one, all figures famous for many years.
Around the arena, countless spectators had their heads stepped on, voices of curses rose and fell, but many more who weren’t stepped on marveled and applauded.
Why did they come here?
Isn’t it just to watch these high-flying martial artists show off their skills!
Many experts had arrived.
Wei Quan was both envious and anxious: "Why hasn’t the grandmaster arrived yet?"
He hoped Cheng Fengxiao would come and shine before everyone, making his own face proud.
But inwardly feared: "What if he can’t compete with others?"
Worried that Cheng Fengxiao’s qinggong wouldn’t be as graceful as others, being outperformed in front of everyone would be too embarrassing.
Whether Cheng Fengxiao came or not was not determined by Wei Quan’s will.
Yan Chuan glanced afar, seeing two figures in the distance, and immediately smiled—
"Guangling Ten Tigers!"
"Cheng Family Boxing! Tie Qiao Cheng! Cheng Fengxiao!"
"Secret Sect Boxing! Life-taking Hand! Luo Liang!"
The two arrived hand in hand!
Cheng Fengxiao’s qinggong was graceful, his feet seemed oiled, light as a swallow, exceedingly agile.
Then looking at Luo Liang, tall and burly, walking with broad strides and a poised demeanor, truly a master of Secret Sect Boxing!
The two joined hands.
Easily ascending the three-zhang high platform.
"My neck isn’t sore!"
"Hey? Did they step on my head? I didn’t even feel it! Tie Qiao Cheng? Great skill!"
The crowd below erupted in applause.
Cheng Fengxiao on the stage cast his eyes across the interior, spotting Yan Chuan and the others, who were looking up at him, Wei Quan even waving and jumping to greet him.
Cheng Fengxiao smiled, nodded toward Yan Chuan, then retracted his gaze, turned around, and clasped his hands to the assembled grandmasters and famous masters: "Cheng Family Boxing, Cheng Fengxiao, greets everyone!"
Cheng Family Boxing Grandmaster!
Once again entering the big leagues today!