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"Could it be that the Eighth-Rank Ironclad Armor he's wearing blocked that strike?"

"No, while the Eighth-Rank Ironclad Armor can defend against ordinary blades, that was a strike from an upper Seventh-Rank expert—there's no way it could have been blocked!"

"This guy... did he train in external martial arts as well?"

The crowd was momentarily uncertain.

Hui Shi looked at Yang Ling with a strange expression. Was this man actually cut from the same cloth as him?

But could he really have the spare energy to train in external martial arts and still master so many techniques?

"I concede."

Chi Qingyao let out a soft sigh.

"Junior Brother Yang's skills are truly remarkable."

"If you're interested, you can spar with him."

The Nine Immortals Dao Palace disciples who had advanced to the second round could only steel themselves and challenge Yang Ling one by one.

They couldn't afford to show cowardice before even fighting.

Yang Ling used them once again as a whetstone to solidify his saber momentum.

Soon, the last second-round contestant from Nine Immortals Dao Palace was also defeated.

"Hiss—"

The crowd gasped sharply.

That meant this man had now claimed the prizes from all three sects!

Was this a triple crown!?

The Extreme Flame Sword Manor's second-round disciples exchanged glances, their eyes finally settling on an upright young man.

If anyone could stop Chief Constable Yang from achieving a grand slam, it might just be this senior brother.

"Chief Constable Yang, this is our Nine Immortals Dao Palace's prize: ten Foundation Consolidation Pills and one hundred Spirit Nurturing Pills."

That Sixth-Rank elder from Nine Immortals Dao Palace suddenly stepped out of the pavilion and personally handed Yang Ling two wooden boxes.

"Thank you, Senior."

Yang Ling took the boxes, opened them on the spot to verify their contents, and then cupped his hands in thanks.

"Curiously enough, I share your surname, Yang. My given name is Hong."

Yang Hong said with a smile.

"Chief Constable Yang, it seems we are clansmen."

"Then five hundred years ago, Senior and I might well have been from the same family."

Yang Ling nodded.

Jie Hai and the others furrowed their brows slightly.

At that moment, Yang Hong spoke up: "Chief Constable Yang, have you joined a sect?"

"No, I haven't."

Yang Ling felt a twinge of caution.

Was the man suspicious of his cultivation technique's origin?

Yang Hong clapped his hands with a laugh. "Excellent! Chief Constable Yang, would you be willing to join our Nine Immortals Dao Palace!?"

At these words, Chi Qingyao and the others exchanged bewildered looks, their eyes filled with shock.

Lin Caiyi, however, was pleasantly surprised. If Yang Ling joined Nine Immortals Dao Palace, she could ask him for tips on leveling up!

Jie Hai let out a cold snort through his nose.

Their Arhat Temple had no intention of recruiting this man.

Li Ruhai immediately spoke up: "Yang Hong, that's underhanded, isn't it? Our Divine Sect also needs talented disciples like this."

With that, he turned to Yang Ling.

"Chief Constable Yang, join our Divine Sect. You have an extraordinary constitution; in our sect, you would surely achieve great things."

"What are you two talking about?"

Pei Ran sneered. "Yang Ling still has to spar with our Extreme Flame Sword Manor. If he wins, he'll earn the status of an Outer Sect Disciple of Extreme Flame Sword Manor.

You two suddenly butting in—what's the meaning? Trying to steal our thunder?"

The Extreme Flame Sword Manor disciples looked at each other strangely.

What was their elder thinking?

Did he actually hope Yang Ling would beat Extreme Flame Sword Manor?

Wasn't that just handing victory to the enemy!?

The Fourth Prince suddenly let out a soft laugh.

"Everyone, the contest isn't over yet. Saying all this now is premature.

Why not wait until the contest ends, then ask Yang Ling about his intentions?"

Yang Hong nodded at this and turned back to the pavilion.

Li Ruhai and Pei Ran also fell silent.

"Extreme Flame Sword Manor's Chen Zuo, here to learn from Chief Constable Yang."

The upright young swordsman stepped forward slowly and clasped his hands in salute.

Yang Ling opened the other's Status Panel.

Character: Chen Zuo

Strength: 72

Agility: 61

Spirit: 30

Martial Arts: Great Flame True Scripture (Second-Rate, Flawless Proficiency)

Wind Fire Thirteen Swords (Second-Rate, Skilled)

Cloud-Piercing Body Technique (Second-Rate, Flawless Proficiency)

Faction: Extreme Flame Sword Manor

"This one's attributes are quite balanced."

Yang Ling's mind stirred, and he made the first move.

After roughly a hundred exchanges, Chen Zuo was sent flying out of the martial arena.

The crowd had grown used to it by now, though their hearts still stirred with emotion.

"A grand slam..."

The remaining second-round disciples of Extreme Flame Sword Manor chose not to forfeit; each one stepped up to spar with Yang Ling.

In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, these second-round contestants had all been defeated.

The scene fell into silence.

"A grand slam! Haha!"

A Seventh-Rank officer from the Ironclad Department clenched his fist and pumped it excitedly.

Li Huaiyi shot him a glance, letting out an almost imperceptible cold snort.

"Extreme Flame Sword Manor's reward is just a promise. I wonder if they'll actually follow through afterward."

Yang Ling's mind stirred, but he felt little joy.

His favorite rewards were still the Divine Sect's Divine Soul Great Restoration Pill, Nine Immortals Dao Palace's Foundation Consolidation Pills and Spirit Nurturing Pills.

Arhat Temple's Vajra Bodhi wasn't bad either.

"I never expected that not a single disciple we brought would be a match for him."

"It seems your Ironclad Department was well prepared."

Jie Hai spoke with a half-smile.

His words carried an undertone.

But no one paid him any attention at the moment.

Li Ruhai and the others had already accepted the defeat in today's contest.

After all, the prizes hadn't fallen into another sect's hands, so it was acceptable.

Losing to the Ironclad Department wasn't particularly shameful.

"Chief Constable Yang, come here. This is the manual for the Seven-Inch Sword; it's yours now."

The Fourth Prince waved Yang Ling over.

When Yang Ling approached, he simply pulled out a manual and handed it over.

[Seven-Inch Sword (Second-Rate), 5 Levels total]

Yang Ling didn't examine its details closely. He tucked it into his robes, cupped his hands, and offered his thanks.

"Today's sparring session is over. It's getting late, so everyone should head back and rest. Tomorrow, we'll set out to the entrance of Water Qilin Cave and wait for it to open!"

The Fourth Prince announced.

"Then we'll take our leave!"

Everyone bowed in farewell.

……

Yang Ling had planned to return to his lodgings and immediately consume the Spirit Nurturing Pills.

He wanted to boost the Proficiency of Ethereal Steps.

As for the Seven-Inch Sword, he had no plans to learn it for now.

He still had to study Heaven's Will Divine Blade, and he already had too many techniques on his hands to train them all.

So, he planned to find an opportunity to cash in the Seven-Inch Sword. But first, he needed to ask Yun Ruo if that was allowed.

However, just as he returned to the Yamen, Qin Mo called him out.

Outside the door were Lin Caiyi, Jiang Tian'ai, Zhang Shendao, and Li Shou.

"Brother Yang, these four are looking for you."

Qin Mo's expression was somewhat odd.

He'd been startled when the four introduced themselves.

"You can go now. We've got some things to discuss with Chief Constable Yang."

Li Shou pulled out a tael of silver and pressed it into Qin Mo's hand.

Qin Mo stared at it, lost in thought.

"Don't tell me it's too little... This is all I have."

Li Shou said helplessly. "Benefactor, please leave. We need to talk to Chief Constable Yang about something."

"Let me introduce you all. This is Qin Mo, ranked ninth on the Divine Realm Level Ranking."

Yang Ling said.

Li Shou was slightly startled, then a look of embarrassment crept onto his face.

Lin Caiyi and the others quickly caught on and promptly apologized to Qin Mo.

"No worries, no worries."

Qin Mo casually tucked the tael of silver into his belt and waved them off with a smile.

Li Shou opened his mouth as if to speak, then thought better of it.

"What brings the four of you to see me?"

Yang Ling asked.

The four of them exchanged glances and then said in unison:

"We've come to latch onto a big shot!"

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