Early the next morning.
As dawn broke, Huangli City was still wrapped in a thick layer of mist, and from a distance, it looked like an earthly paradise. People often passed through this fog and disappeared in the blink of an eye, making the streets seem like Hell because where else would you find ghosts that come and go unseen?
After the tournament match schedule was released, Luo Qianye came to Room 12 in the Heaven section, carrying the schedule, and knocked on the door heavily.
Three dog barks came from inside.
Luo Qianye knew it was that big-looking mongrel.
Well, the dog barked, saving him from having to shout again.
Indeed, after a few breaths, a voice came from inside, "Early in the morning, can’t you be quieter? My ears are going to explode. Don’t you know your own ancestry?"
After the voice, there was no more sound from inside, and after a while, the door finally opened.
Wen Ping opened the door with a cold face, looked at Luo Qianye, and said, "Speak your business, don’t mind my expression, I have a waking temper."
"The match schedule is out."
Luo Qianye handed over the schedule.
Wen Ping took it and saw the names of Yang Lele and Yun Liao, both participating in today’s tournament. After looking, Wen Ping nodded in acknowledgement, "Much appreciated."
"You’re not even going to check who the opponents are?"
"What’s there to see? Enough said. I need to go back to take a nap; I’ll catch up with you later." Wen Ping turned around, walked quickly to the bed, and fell onto it with a thud.
Seeing Wen Ping , Luo Qianye could only smile wryly.
He knew Wen Ping was certainly indifferent; otherwise, why would he be so unconcerned?
He shouldn’t have put in a good word for Wen Ping knowing this would happen. Now he’s become Wen Ping’s shield and even got swept away alongside him.
The Barbarian Division had shamelessly arranged their people into one group at Extreme Realm Mountain, and among them were not just people from the Barbarian Division but also from the Flying Dragon Association.
For him, a Two-star Sect, to challenge genius disciples from two Two-star Sects.
Fighting , the chances of winning are scarce.
If any mishap occurs, the Chiba Sect might not even have a single spot to represent them, which would be a massive disgrace.
When the tournament battle was about to start in the morning, Wen Ping followed Luo Qianye to the stands.
But unlike yesterday, today, there were numerous big figures on the stands, as the ten assessment venues had been reduced to three.
There were as many as five individuals in the Middle Profound Realm.
Upon hearing Luo Qianye’s introduction, Wen Ping saw the Alliance Chief Shan Long, Barbarian Division’s chieftain Wanyan Dadao, Flying Dragon Association’s leader Long Ao, and Extreme Realm Mountain’s Grand Elder Bai Peng.
However, Wen Ping was most concerned about Shan Long.
Shan Long was a middle-aged man, not impressive in appearance, but the aura of a big figure seemed carved into his bones, and you could easily distinguish him among the few in the Middle Profound Realm.
Wen Ping gave him a glance, but Shan Long did not return the look.
Unconsciously, Wen Ping felt secretly pleased that the news of five Middle Profounds having died hadn’t reached Huangli City yet.
But due to yesterday’s events, as Wen Ping walked with Luo Qianye, many people started looking at him, simultaneously casting schadenfreude-filled eyes at Luo Qianye.
As Wen Ping ascended the stands, everyone began to whisper amongst themselves.
An elder asked Black Demon beside him, "Is this the Immortal Sect that sat in the spot for Two-star Sects yesterday?"
"Recklessly bold," the elder couldn’t help but exclaim.
Upon hearing this, everyone laughed, mocking Wen Ping’s cluelessness.
When they reached the stands, Luo Qianye said, "Sect Leader Wen, find a spot to sit in the back row."
Wen Ping asked, "Can’t I sit in the front row?"
Upon hearing this, the nearby One-star Sect leaders immediately chuckled.
Black Demon said, "If you want to die, go ahead and sit. Today, everyone sitting in the front row is from Two-star Sects. If you want your Starless Sect annihilated, feel free."
"Oh!" Wen Ping nodded, then under the watchful eyes of all, sat down in the front row again. He took out a folded card from his pocket and placed it in front of the teacup next to him. It displayed five words: Immortal Sect Wen Ping.
Black Demon and the others saw this and their faces turned grim.
Because Wen Ping not only sat down.
But he even displayed the name of his sect.
Seeing this, Steward Long frowned, walked over, and said coldly, "Starless Sect sits at the back!"
Wen Ping replied, "Is there a rule saying Starless Sects can’t sit here?"
Steward Long cast a cold glance at Luo Qianye next to him, seeing him ignoring him completely, and immediately gripped his sword hilt, suppressing his anger as he spoke again, "I’ll count to five!"
At this moment, Shan Long, seated in the middle, spoke.
"It’s fine, let him sit. If anyone comes, ask him to give up the seat. If no one comes, he can sit freely." Shan Long looked at Wen Ping with a smile, and Wen Ping naturally returned the gaze.
The two appeared in perfect harmony.
Shan Long also seemed compassionate like a big figure.
However, Wen Ping wondered, if he knew that five Middle Profounds had died in the Immortal Sect, would he still be so kind allowing him to sit freely?
He must say, this feeling was quite thrilling.
Wen Ping patted the head of the Mountain Dog beside him, signaling it to lie down under the table.
When coming, he also imagined encountering Shan Long and having to fight him.
So today, he even brought the Evil Spirit Knight just in case Shan Long started trouble.
Of course, it seemed unnecessary now.
Meanwhile, Steward Long heard Shan Long’s words and abandoned the thought of driving Wen Ping away, deciding instead to wait for the show.
There would always be people from Two-star Sects coming to sit in the front row. When they arrived and found no seats, the person they would naturally approach would be Wen Ping.
Being in the Middle Profound Realm, seated in the central position, Luo Qianye felt somewhat helpless witnessing this scene. He had no idea what Wen Ping was thinking, whether he genuinely didn’t understand or was doing it intentionally.
While pondering that Wen Ping might be doing it deliberately, Wanyan Dadao spoke up beside him.
"Sect Leader Luo, you’re dignified in the Middle Profound Realm. Why stand up for such a person? Aren’t you harming your sect’s disciples’ reputation? Imagine, Chiba Sect without even one spot to participate in the assessment, how disgraceful!"
Luo Qianye immediately cursed angrily, "Mind your own business!"
Having said that, he stood up and sat next to Wen Ping, abandoning the central position designated for the Middle Profound Realm.
Seeing this, Wanyan Dadao smiled and said, "Sect Leader Luo, why so fiery? Didn’t you say we’d wait and see yesterday?"
Long Ao from the Flying Dragon Association also chuckled along.
Because he was involved in the entertainment event’s cleanup.
Luo Qianye seemed to hear nothing, completely ignoring them both. However, upon sitting next to Wen Ping, he saw the paper displaying Immortal Sect Wen Ping, and was at a loss.
"Sect Leader Wen, you..."
Wen Ping replied, "It’s a traditional way back home, you place this, and people directly know who you are. Simple, straightforward, convenient, and quick."
Hearing this, Luo Qianye scratched his head and smiled.
Not well-known, relying directly on writing his name for others to know who he is.
Now he was sure, Wen Ping wasn’t foolish, but instead, he acted recklessly—perhaps due to carrying a secret treasure capable of instantly eliminating a Middle Profound.
Meanwhile, when everyone was waiting for Wen Ping to clash with the forthcoming Two-star Sect members.
The tournament began.
Those participating in the assessment had already started fighting, but the Two-star Sect claiming Wen Ping’s seat hadn’t appeared.
Some from Two-star Sects saw this and were speechless.
Again, this guy snagged a front-row seat, this time even endorsed by Chief Shan Long.
Steward Long showed a disappointed expression, glanced at Shan Long, then said, "Consider yourself fortunate!"
With that, he stepped down from the stands.