In chaotic times, one can become a martial immortal.

Chapter 140 Luck, Nine Prefectures Clash

"The list of heroes is updated at the end of each year. Perhaps because you two have grown too fast, you were not able to be listed in time."

Zhuo Hang glanced at Lu Yuan and Jiang Ying with a strange look in his eyes, then smiled and said, "Of course, if your performances in this internal competition are outstanding enough, you two could not only make the list, but you could even be directly ranked on the Earthly List."

"Looks like I'll have to give it my all in a bit!"

Jiang Ying clenched her fist and smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth.

Lu Yuan simply smiled; the so-called list of heroes held no allure for him.

Therefore, he was definitely among the top performers in this internal competition.

He would never want to be listed on the so-called "people's list" or "place's list" unless absolutely necessary.

"This internal competition is actually a random pairing competition, with the winners advancing and the losers being eliminated, until the final top ten spots are determined."

Zhuo Hang continued, "Therefore, unless you have absolutely overwhelming strength, luck is also very important. If you are unlucky and encounter a peerless talent ranked among the top on the Human Ranking at the beginning, or even encounter Chen Changxu and Guo Rong ranked on the Earth Ranking, then you can only accept your bad luck."

"Lord Zhuo Hang, is it only by securing a top-ten position that one has a chance to be summoned by the Sword Master?"

At this moment, the silver-sword wielder dressed in red suddenly asked Zhuo Hang a question.

"That's right. Winning a top ten spot will not only bring a lot of merit, but also the opportunity to be received by the Sword Master in person. If he can also treat you with special regard, it will be an even greater opportunity."

Zhuo Hang nodded.

Upon hearing this, the three men, all dressed in red and wielding silver swords, couldn't help but sigh and shake their heads.

They all know their own limitations. Even if they are lucky enough to not encounter those exceptional talents from the beginning, they will have virtually no chance of breaking into the top ten, or even the top one hundred.

"Wang Yao of Yun'an Garrison versus Zhuang Hui of Dongping Garrison!"

"Duan Tao of Changle Garrison versus Xu Xicheng of Chengtai Garrison!"

"Ye Zhenzhen of Tianshui Garrison versus Li Qing of Hongxing Garrison!"

As Zhuge Zheng and several other Golden Sword Envoys announced their names, geniuses from various garrisons began to take to the stage for duels.

"I was lucky, I won!"

A short while later, Ye Zhenzhen, dressed in red, returned to the group with a smile on her face.

"Congratulations!"

Lu Yuan, Jiang Ying, and the other two Silver Sword Envoys all offered their congratulations with smiles on their faces.

Ye Zhenzhen was indeed quite lucky; her opponent was also a fifth-rank cultivator, but slightly inferior to her in terms of artistic conception.

With the advantage of her artistic conception, she easily won the first battle.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was divided into nine prefectures, and each prefecture had a garrison established by the Sword-Hanging Bureau.

Therefore, this internal competition was actually a contest between the nine garrisons.

Among them, the Yun'an Garrison and the Dongping Garrison had the most geniuses, with more than twenty in each.

Other garrisons were basically the same as those in Tianshui, with anywhere from three to five people to seven or eight people.

"Lord Zhuo Hang, a genius from the Beijing headquarters, aren't you going to participate in this internal competition?"

Ye Zhenzhen seemed to have discovered something and asked Zhuo Hang with some doubt.

"Before we came to the capital, the geniuses at headquarters had already held a competition and determined the top ten spots."

Zhuo Hang said with a strange look in his eyes, "The top ten spots determined in this internal competition will be joined by them in receiving the sword."

"A summons from the Lord."

Upon hearing Zhuo Hang's words, a look of realization appeared in the eyes of the group.

It seems that the geniuses at headquarters don't need to compete with them, who come from the Nine Prefectures Garrison, for those ten spots.

Before long, two other silver sword wielders from the Tianshui Garrison also took to the stage to compete.

The result was one win and one loss; one person advanced smoothly, while the other was eliminated in the first round.

"Jiang Ying from Tianshui Garrison versus Zhou Weijie from Qingyue Garrison!"

As the name of the singer was announced, Jiang Ying stepped directly onto the battle stage.

"This is Jiang Ying from Tianshui Garrison. She seems to be no more than eighteen years old. How come she's able to participate in the internal competition?"

"At the age of eighteen, to already possess at least a fifth-grade cultivation level—he's probably either a Saintly Physique prodigy or a Martial Arts prodigy!"

Although the conditions for participating in this internal competition of the Suspended Sword Division are very simple—that is, one must have a cultivation level of no less than the fifth rank and be no more than thirty years old—those who meet these conditions are all top geniuses from various prefectures and garrisons.

Moreover, among the hundreds of geniuses present, those under twenty years old could be counted on one hand.

This is enough to show that Jiang Ying's talent is far beyond that of ordinary geniuses.

Jiang Ying's opponent was Zhou Weijie, who was dressed in a brocade robe.

He walked calmly and steadily onto the battle platform, a faint, nonchalant smile on his face.

It seemed that this fight was nothing more than a trivial matter that he could easily dismiss.

"I have no interest in bullying little girls, you go first!"

Zhou Weijie spoke to Jiang Ying with an arrogant expression.

"good!"

Jiang Ying smiled and nodded, revealing her two small tiger teeth.

The next moment, she suddenly rushed out and threw a punch at Zhou Weijie.

"Boom!"

A fist imprint, imbued with the full power of lightning, instantly erupted.

"A perfect embodiment of the essence of thunder!"

Zhou Weijie's expression changed drastically in horror, and he hurriedly raised his hand to defend himself.

However, the fist imprint, which looked like it was made of countless bolts of lightning, arrived in front of him in an instant.

"Bang!"

With almost no chance of resistance, Zhou Weijie was blasted away.

After landing, he was already below the battle platform.

"I—you—"

Looking rather disheveled, Zhou Weijie looked up at Jiang Ying on the battle stage, his face flushed red.

He thought he could easily win the fight with just a little effort.

Unexpectedly, his opponent easily sent him flying off the stage with just one punch, proving utterly vulnerable and causing him to lose face.

"That's amazing!"

"I can conclude that she is a prodigy with a sacred body, and may even be a complete sacred body!"

"Incredible! Just from our internal competition within the Sword Suspension Division, three complete Holy Bodies have emerged. Could this be the Golden Age mentioned in ancient texts?"

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in uproar.

"A complete mastery of the essence of lightning—its power is indeed remarkable!"

"I just hope I don't run into her too soon in the next match!"

Several exceptionally talented individuals in the crowd looked at Jiang Ying, who had already returned to the group, with wary eyes.

"They haven't yet reached the Gang Realm, so there's nothing to worry about!"

"She's still too young. If I give her a few more years, perhaps she'll be qualified to be my true rival!"

Chen Changxu and Guo Rong, both possessing complete holy bodies, did not seem to regard the emerging Jiang Ying as a true opponent.

"Jiang Ying, you're amazing! I even suspect you not only have a chance to be in the top ten, but you might even take the top spot!"

Ye Zhenzhen and the other two were all quite excited as they surrounded Jiang Ying.