The final phase of the Sect Promotion Exams had ended, but the arena remained alive with energy. The buzz of voices echoed across the massive stadium, as the crowd eagerly discussed the battles and the notable participants. The sky above Blue Wave City was streaked with hues of orange and red, signaling the approach of evening. The setting sun cast an ethereal glow over the scene, heightening the grandeur of the occasion.
Lord Feng Lian, the City Lord of Blue Wave City, stepped forward to address the crowd. His commanding presence silenced the murmurs as all eyes turned to him. Clad in flowing azure robes embroidered with silver wave patterns, he was the epitome of authority and nobility. His aura, though restrained, was unmistakable, a reminder of his status as one of the most influential figures in the region.
"Today," Lord Feng began, his deep voice reverberating across the arena, "we have witnessed the strength and talent of our rising stars. These young cultivators represent the future of the cultivation world, and Blue Wave City is honored to host such a prestigious event."
Behind Feng Lian stood his two sons, Feng Kai and Feng Liang, both striking figures in their own right. Feng Kai, the elder, radiated composure and strength. As a semi-Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, his mere presence demanded respect. His dark robes bore the insignia of the Feng family, and his sharp gaze swept over the crowd, assessing everything with a practiced eye.
Feng Liang, the younger son, was a stark contrast to his brother. Leaning casually against a pillar, his expression was one of amusement. His roguish charm and relaxed demeanor often masked his cunning. Today, however, his attention was fixed on Yuna, whose performance had captivated not just the audience but also his interest. A sly smile played on his lips as his eyes lingered on her.
"She's quite the spectacle," Feng Liang murmured under his breath.
Feng Kai's sharp ears caught his brother's words. He turned, his expression stern. "Control yourself, Liang. This isn't the time for your indulgences."
Feng Liang chuckled, his tone light. "Relax, brother. I'm simply admiring the competition. No harm in that."
Feng Kai's gaze hardened. "Focus. Father won't tolerate distractions, and neither will I."
The steward of the exams stepped forward, holding an ornate golden scroll. With practiced precision, he unfurled it and cleared his throat.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "the second phase of the Sect Promotion Exams has concluded. It is now my honor to announce the top ten disciples who have earned their place in the inner sect."
The crowd fell silent, anticipation thick in the air as the steward began to read the names.
1. Makoto – His calm yet dominant performance earned him the top spot.
2. Yuna – Her graceful yet ferocious techniques left a lasting impression.
3. Kazu – His masterful swordsmanship secured his place among the best.
4. Hiru – His precise and unyielding combat style won him admiration.
5. Zhao Rong – The prodigy from the Zhao Clan, known for his fiery techniques.
6. Lin Kai – A powerful contender whose strength was undeniable.
7. Wu Sheng – A strategic fighter who showcased exceptional skill.
8. Mei Rong – The lone female competitor besides Yuna, whose elegance in battle stood out.
9. Feng Wei – A rising star from the Feng family, known for his dual-blade technique.
10. Bai Zhi – A dark horse who fought with tenacity and grit.
The arena erupted into cheers as the names were called, each announcement met with applause and murmurs.
Before the cheers could settle, a sudden trumpet blast cut through the noise. All eyes turned to the grand gates of the arena, where an elaborate procession had appeared. The banners of the Han Dynasty fluttered in the wind, their golden dragon insignias gleaming in the fading sunlight.
The first prince, Han Jian, led the procession. Clad in golden robes adorned with intricate dragon motifs, his every step exuded regal authority. His cultivation base, final-stage Core Formation, was evident in the golden aura that radiated from him. Behind him walked the royal envoy, a towering figure with a commanding presence. As a sixth-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, the envoy's mere presence was enough to silence the crowd.
Lord Feng Lian stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Your Highness, it is an honor to welcome you to Blue Wave City."
Han Jian nodded, his gaze sweeping over the arena. "The talent here is impressive. I look forward to witnessing tomorrow's competition."
Behind the prince, representatives from major sects and noble families followed, each adding to the grandeur of the occasion. The Scarlet Moon Sect, the Heavenly Jade Sect, the Zhao Clan, and others made their presence known. Their elders and disciples, clad in distinctive robes, carried themselves with an air of confidence.
While the dignitaries exchanged formalities, Feng Liang's eyes remained on Yuna. His playful smirk deepened, and he leaned closer to Feng Kai.
"She's remarkable, isn't she?" Feng Liang said.
Feng Kai's patience wore thin. "Enough, Liang. You'll bring shame to our family if you act on such whims."
"Shame?" Feng Liang chuckled. "I'm merely appreciating beauty. After all, isn't admiration the first step toward alliance?"
Feng Kai's sharp glare silenced his brother momentarily, but the tension between them was palpable.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the participants were dismissed to rest. The top ten disciples returned to their quarters, their minds a mix of relief and anticipation.
Makoto, Yuna, Kazu, and Hiru sat together, discussing the day's events.
"You were impressive out there, Makoto," Yuna said, her tone light.
Makoto shrugged. "It's just the beginning. Tomorrow will be the true test."
Kazu grinned. "You sound confident. Should I start worrying about losing to you?"
Hiru chuckled. "Let's focus on resting. Tomorrow won't just be about strength. The inter-sect competition will bring out the best-and the worst-in everyone."
The steward's voice echoed once more through the arena, drawing everyone's attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, "tomorrow marks the beginning of the inter-sect competition. This event will bring together the finest talents from the major sects and noble families. It is a rare occasion that will showcase the true strength of the cultivation world!"
The crowd erupted into cheers, their excitement renewed. The stage was set for a grander spectacle, where alliances would be forged, rivalries reignited, and legends born.
As the participants retired for the night, the city of Blue Wave buzzed with anticipation. All eyes turned toward the morrow, where the fate of many would be decided.