Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 1162: One of the Top 8 Favorites

"One of the top eight favorites?"

The youth at Heavenly Order Realm Third Layer was slightly surprised and then said enviously, "That’s impressive! If she enters the top eight, she has a chance to compete for a place in the top three!"

"Who wouldn’t say so? The power of sword cultivators is widely acknowledged. Although this girl is merely at Heavenly Fate Realm Level 7, no one dares to underestimate her..."

The young man beside stroked his chin with one hand, smiling.

Su Wanyi walked slowly along the street, listening to the surrounding discussions, her expression calm as water.

To her, these people were like air.

In the Oracle Dynasty’s regional qualifiers, she secured a position in the top thirty-two. This was just the first step in her plan.

In this endeavor to compete for the Creation Divine Spring, she would certainly shine brightly, shocking the world.

This was the plan she designed in advance.

Su Wanyi proceeded forward, heading straight to the registration point of the Creation Taiyi Sect.

Having become one of the thirty-two seed contestants, whether it was Su Wanyi or other contestants, appearing in this area would make them the center of attention.

At this time.

A burly man, wearing blood-red battle armor, carrying a large wide blade horizontally, strode over.

His steps were heavy, and his walking sound boomed loudly.

The burly man hurried along, quickly passing Su Wanyi, suddenly stopped, turned around, and said with a sinister smile, "You’re Su Wanyi?"

"That’s right."

Su Wanyi raised her brows, glanced at the burly man speaking, and immediately recognized who he was.

This was Zhong Lishan, also one of the thirty-two seed contestants.

The Creation Taiyi Sect’s competition for the Oracle Dynasty startled all sects and forces within the dynasty.

The thirty-two seed contestants had long been illustrated in catalogues, circulating among the people, and many enthusiasts paid heavily to buy these catalogues to study these thirty-two seed contestants, weighing their strengths and weaknesses.

Moreover.

Those with influential backgrounds set up gambling events for this, attracting many bets on who would eventually win.

This was a carnival event for the entire Oracle Dynasty.

Although the Creation Taiyi Sect offered three spots, they were the biggest winner behind the scenes.

Various manipulation tactics emerged endlessly, truly profiting greatly.

Su Wanyi didn’t buy the catalogues, yet how could other thirty-two strong contestants escape her notice?

Everything in the Oracle Dynasty, if she wished to know, she could know at any time.

"Su Wanyi, if I meet you in the competition, I will definitely show no mercy..."

Zhong Lishan looked at Su Wanyi, licked his lips, smiling bloodthirstily.

"Your courage is larger than life..."

Su Wanyi smiled slightly.

She didn’t seem angry at all, still as gentle and charming as a little flower.

"I am at Heavenly Mandate Realm Tenth Level, entering the path through knife techniques. To deal with you, a little girl at Heavenly Fate Realm Level 7, is there any doubt of victory?"

Zhong Lishan sneered coldly.

"Whether victory or defeat, it’s not for you to decide!"

However, I hope you’re my first opponent..."

Su Wanyi said softly, her eyes meaningful.

At this moment.

Zhong Lishan’s fate was already sealed.

Su Wanyi’s first sparring target would be this person.

"Hmph, you’re quite something, lady, but I like it, haha..."

Zhong Lishan laughed aloud, stepping forward heavily, his stride echoing loudly.

Su Wanyi moved forward calmly, without expression.

From beginning to end, she maintained her composure, like a serene lake, unmoved by stormy waves.

"Master, the lady’s mindset is truly admirable!"

Not far away on the street, in a horse carriage, Mu Qing watched Su Wanyi, unable to resist voicing her admiration.

"Hmm, this girl, as the Dragon God Sect’s head disciple, has faced far more hardships than Luo Li and Jun Moxiao, those two little rascals. She’s always understanding, knows when to advance or retreat, mild-tempered, truly a promising seed..."

Ye Yun smiled slightly.

He took a sip of tea, recalling certain scenes from the past.

Back then.

To shield her juniors, Su Wanyi lured away the pursuers all alone, thereby hastily entering the White Mist Valley.

If not for meeting the Big Black Cat, and the Black Cat’s owner, Su Wanyi might have perished long ago.

From the depths of his heart.

Ye Yun truly liked Su Wanyi’s character, this kind of girl.

The carriage slowly proceeded.

Following Su Wanyi at a hundred-zhang distance, due to special prohibitions, no one could see it.

On the street.

The fiery dialogue between Su Wanyi and Zhong Lishan also drew the attention of numerous cultivators around.

The crowd discussed enthusiastically, the deliberation was extremely lively.

Discussion topics.

Were none other than who was weaker and stronger, who would win or lose.

Most people believed that Zhong Lishan from a Supreme Major Sect was an elite blade master, his cultivation base at Heavenly Mandate Realm Tenth Level was three levels higher than Su Wanyi.

Such powerful strength would definitely end Su Wanyi’s competitive path.

However, a small portion believed.

Su Wanyi’s top results in the regional qualifiers evidenced her extremely strong talent in Sword Dao, her combat prowess extraordinary, should not be underestimated, perhaps she could overturn the outcome.

Listening to the crowd’s discussion, Ye Yun smiled indifferently.

As a disciple of the Dragon God Sect, how could one possibly lose?

...

One seed contestant after another arrived at the foot of God Mountain, causing various sensations.

Especially some contestants favored to win the championship, shining like stars, became the center of attention.

Besides.

Some powerful forces that didn’t claim the top thirty-two spots in the regional qualifiers also dispatched numerous disciples to this place.

Although these people were low-profile, they were recognized by others.

After all, such figures at least came from Supreme Sects.

Even some strong ones hailed from Super Sects.

As for why these people came, some senior cultivators naturally understood well.

The competition hadn’t started yet.

The thirty-two qualifications still had some variables.

"That loose cultivator girl managed to reach here, her luck is outrageously good!"

On the second floor of a tavern.

At a window-side table, a black-clad elder, wearing a conical hat, sighed softly.

Across from him sat another gray-clad elder wearing a conical hat.

"What good is luck? With the competition a day away, anything could happen..."

The gray-clad elder said indifferently.

"That’s true, her slot might cause many forces to contend, and if this girl lacks any backing, her qualification might indeed be taken..."

The black-clad elder shook his head, suddenly downing his remaining cup of wine in one gulp.

Both were loose cultivators, their cultivation base at Heavenly Mandate Realm Tenth Level, neither securing qualifications nor possessing the ability to seize qualifications.

Thus, these two loose cultivator elders sat on the tavern’s second floor, watching the dazzling Heavenly Pride disciples pass by from the window, feeling quite bitter, drinking silently, casually chatting to alleviate their mood.

The black-clad elder took a sip of wine, suddenly glanced into the distance, exclaimed, "Look, isn’t that Zhou Rui from Luo Water Sword Sect? This guy, leading a group, is heading directly for Su Wanyi!"

The gray-clad elder glanced, frowned, "So it’s Zhou Rui, this guy narrowly lost to Bai Tianyi, a disciple from Red Feather Divine Sect in the third division. He’s surely dissatisfied, wanting to find a slot here!"

"I think this kid is audacious, leading a troop openly in front of everyone... Probably going to act against that loose cultivator Su Wanyi!"

The black-clad elder showed a displeased expression.

"Luo Water Sword Sect is still a Mid-Quality Major Sect, and Zhou Rui is the sect’s Heavenly Pride disciple at Heavenly Mandate Realm, the sect wouldn’t abandon those three slots..."

The gray-clad elder took a sip of wine, his smile slowly froze, coldly laughing, "Ah, in this world of survival of the fittest, we loose cultivators are forever at the bottom, unable to raise our heads!"