Top-tier Unruly Master-Chapter 1592 - 1629: Winning the Championship

Amidst the astonishment of all the disciples, Ding Fan received a perfect score of ten. Although the selection competition was not yet over, it was almost certain that Ding Fan would take the first place. He achieved first place in all three competitions, which made all the disciples very envious and they felt a great pressure from Ding Fan.

They now clearly understood the saying "there’s always someone better", as the Lake Master’s elder brother, who appeared about the same age as themselves, possessed such strength that it was difficult for them to catch up. This urged them to train even harder, realizing that they must not relax just because they were the best in their respective sects, for there were still many masters in the outside world...

Upon announcing his score, the middle-aged examiner returned to his seat, satisfied with the competition. Ding Fan was quite pleased as well; his swordsmanship had been thoroughly honed, making the execution of the Wind-like Sword Technique even easier. Especially with the second move, Ding Fan had reached a stage of perfection.

Ding Fan treated the first move of the Wind-like Sword Technique as an unexpected trump card, while the second move was a method of overwhelming the opponent with power. The results of this competition were impressive, not inferior to the first move at all. Even mid-divine stage cultivators were unable to perform their techniques under his swordsmanship, proving its great success.

As Ding Fan returned to his seat, the third part of the competition was to continue, but the middle-aged examiner encountered an issue.

"Lake Master, I have been defeated and truly have no face to continue as this competition’s examiner. Please replace me," he said with a somewhat sullen expression to Long Ren.

Long Ren looked at the Daozi, the corner of his lips slightly lifting as he comforted him:

"You were defeated, but do you know who defeated you?"

The middle-aged Daozi replied somewhat ashamedly, "It was your elder brother."

"Since you know, what is there in your heart that you can’t get past? Even some sect leaders might not be a match for my elder brother in a competition, let alone you, an elder of the Thirty-Six Caves. Even on a battlefield, he wouldn’t be their opponent. Even I have no confidence in defeating my elder brother, so why be discouraged?" Long Ren said seriously, with a comforting undertone.

When the middle-aged Daozi heard the sect master’s words, he was stunned, unable to believe that the Lake Master would say such things. Not even the leaders of the Thirty-Six Caves would be a match for his elder brother, and even the Lake Master may not be able to defeat him? How could that be? The Daozi found it hard to believe Long Ren’s words.

The Daozi’s expression shifted from shock to silence.

"You don’t believe it?" Long Ren questioned, puzzled by Daozi’s demeanor.

The middle-aged Daozi kept his head down, looking visibly aggrieved. Long Ren stood up, walked to Daozi’s side, and said earnestly:

"I’m serious and not trying to comfort you with lies. Do I need to swear an oath for you to believe it?"

The Daozi, upon hearing Long Ren’s words, was taken aback and mumbled:

"But he is so young..."

"Am I not young too? Do you also feel ashamed losing to me?" Long Ren coldly retorted.

"No, no..." the middle-aged Daozi replied.

"I haven’t lied to you. My elder brother’s abilities are beyond your estimation, and not even mine. If you don’t believe it, you will understand when you see him fight again in the future. Do you understand?" Long Ren patiently explained.

"Yes!"

The Daozi earnestly nodded to Long Ren. After hearing the Lake Master’s words, he realized that Ding Fan, the Lake Master’s elder brother, was indeed no ordinary person, at least not someone he could contend against.

Feeling somewhat relieved after Long Ren’s words, the Daozi then directly said to Long Ren:

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"Lake Master, I’ll return to conclude this round of the grand competition."

"Alright!" Long Ren replied simply.

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Then, the middle-aged Daozi continued to preside over this round of the selection competition. There weren’t many disciples left after Ding Fan, so it quickly ended. No one could shake Ding Fan’s perfect score. Even Lu Ferng, known as the top disciple among the younger generation of the Thirty-six Caves, was inwardly convinced of Ding Fan’s prowess.

Clearly, the strength Ding Fan displayed was something he could not possibly match. Even with an additional ten years of cultivation, he might not reach Ding Fan’s current level. As an exceptionally talented disciple himself, he understood the importance of talent in cultivation.

He had to admit, Lake Master Ding Fan’s cultivation talent was incomparable to his own. The most pressuring part was that his talent extended beyond cultivation to medicine pills. Being an impressive Grade Nine Alchemist was no small feat.

Lu Ferng understood the meaning of a Grade Nine Alchemist, indicating the ability to refine supreme quality medicine pills! Such pills were coveted even by cultivators at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage. A Grade Nine Alchemist naturally wouldn’t have low-leveled cultivators around them; they were surrounded by figures of power and influence.

Therefore, even if an alchemist’s cultivation was initially weaker, they wouldn’t be mocked. The higher the rank of an alchemist, the greater their potential. A Grade Nine Alchemist needed no further words. What was astonishing was Ding Fan being a Grade Nine Alchemist while having such high cultivation.

At least, his current strength allowed him to contend with mid-stage Deity Transformation cultivators, an impressive feat. Moreover, he was so young. If he continued to grow, his achievements would be beyond ordinary cultivators’ estimation.

Soon, it was time to announce the final results of the selection competition. It was no surprise that Ding Fan took first place. When the host announced Ding Fan’s position, the disciples broke into enthusiastic applause. None dared to question Ding Fan anymore.

The disciples held Ding Fan in high esteem. No one doubted his strength now; they were all genuinely convinced. Ding Fan’s performance was unparalleled in all three major competitions, making him the deserved winner.

The second place was, as expected, Lu Ferng. Though he came second, many disciples admired him greatly. Compared to the reverence for Ding Fan, they were more inclined to admire Lu Ferng, as his strength seemed more attainable. Meanwhile, Ding Fan’s level was beyond ordinary reach.

The third place was a young female cultivator. Though her strength was slightly inferior to Lu Ferng, she was undoubtedly the third strongest among the disciples present.

As for Leng Jian, he ranked fourth. The sect master of Qinghe Sect felt some solace. Ever since being heavily punished by Long Ren, the sect master had been downcast. Even when Leng Jian achieved fourth place, the Elder merely gave him a calm smile and nod, saying little more but urging him to cherish this opportunity to enter the Xuantian Secret Realm and seize any chance he could, which would benefit the sect as well.

The fifth and sixth places were claimed by a male cultivator and a female cultivator, respectively, marking the end of the selection competition.

The top six finishers earned the opportunity to enter the Xuantian Secret Realm. Hearing this news, they were overjoyed and eager. Through Ding Fan’s example, they realized the endless heights beyond themselves.

Though considered excellent within their sects, leaving their confines meant encountering even greater talents. Thus, they felt the need for continued cultivation, treasuring the chance to enter the Xuantian Maze. Gaining blessings within the realm would be excellent, even if they still couldn’t catch up to figures like Brother Ding Fan and Lake Master, but at least they would draw a bit closer.

After receiving generous rewards from the Lake Master, the top twenty disciples descended the mountain, returning to their respective sects, with only the top six remaining. They were assigned rooms to rest for a few days before the secret realm opened, allowing Long Ren to ensure they were at their peak to enter the secret realm with full vigor.

Ding Fan was naturally assigned a special room by Long Ren. After a brief rest in his room, he made his way to Ding Fan’s room.

"Brother, I’m sorry for the trouble this time. My subordinates were somewhat disrespectful before, apologies, Brother!"

Seeing Ding Fan enter, Long Ren apologized with a guilty face. During the selection competition, neither the disciples nor the sect masters of the Thirty-six Caves had high expectations for Ding Fan, often making sarcastic remarks. Although Long Ren heard them, he couldn’t silence everyone, feeling somewhat guilty.

"Oh, come on, brother. It’s normal for everyone to question me. But now doesn’t everyone love me?"

Ding Fan joked to Long Ren.

"Haha... Brother, you’re absolutely right. Your strength is extraordinary, and seeing your prowess was an honor for those disciples. Thank you, Brother!"

Long Ren said earnestly.

"No need, let me tell you about the Lake of Purity. You’re curious, aren’t you?" Ding Fan looked at Long Ren with a playful smile.

Long Ren nodded somewhat sheepishly, clearly eager to know what Brother had comprehended in the Lake of Purity during the second competition. The secret had lingered for centuries among the Thirty-six Caves, with no one deciphering it. He was truly eager to know whether his brother had unlocked its mysteries.

Subsequently, Ding Fan began explaining his insights into the formation of the Lake of Purity to Long Ren, while he started arranging a formation in Long Ren’s room. Though Ding Fan understood, he needed to practice it, using this opportunity for a proper experiment was perfect.