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The Clear River Palace was located at the southern foot of a mountain range that reached into the clouds. It sat south and faced north, facing the entire Black Tortoise Continent.

The Clear River Brothel was vast, and the area it occupied was several times larger than that of Clear River City. Its territory spanned over a dozen kilometers. There were many buildings in the palace, all of them grand and imposing. As expected of the Southern Xuan Region's largest sect, it truly lived up to its name.

On this day, it was the day that the Clear River Brothel accepted disciples every three years. On the way to the Clear River Palace, there was an endless stream of people.

After changing his appearance, he took a look at the clear mountain spring and confirmed that he didn't recognize him. Only then did he take out the best robe from his Cosmic Bag and put it on before walking towards the Clear River Brothel with ease.

Along the way, they met many people. There were men and women, both beautiful and ugly. The vast majority of them were youths, and their ages were similar to the peak. Only a small portion of them were infinitely close to the age of a weakling.

These people had basically broken through to the Martial Warrior Realm. Some of them were even close to the Martial Master Realm. Only a small portion of them were below the Martial Warrior Realm.

The Peak was one of the extremely small number of people. His cultivation was only at the fifth level of the Martial Disciple realm, and he just so happened to have the qualifications to compete for the inner court disciples.

Although Clear River Palace didn't explicitly state that only a grade five martial artist was qualified to compete for the inner disciple spot, everyone knew that after the brutal test, those below grade five martial artist were basically unable to become inner disciples. This was the reason why peak martial artists had to break through to the grade five martial artist spot.

Maybe it was because a great era was coming, and the cultivation base was increasing by leaps and bounds. When these Fighter 5-dan people who were proud of them saw that the cultivation levels of the surrounding people were higher than them, they felt a sense of inferiority.

If they had known that someone else's cultivation was so high, they wouldn't have come to participate in this conference. Because the cultivation of the participants had generally increased, then the rules of the Clear River Palace's disciple recruitment would be much stricter. After all, they only recruited 2,000 inner court disciples and even fewer core disciples, only 20 people. Besides the top eight core disciples of the Groom Search Competition, there would only be 12 core disciples remaining.

It was said that the previous champion of the Groom Search Competition had given up on his spot as a core disciple, and the youth called Zenith, who had defeated him, didn't join Clear River Palace because he was afraid of causing trouble for Clear River Palace.

There were several tens of thousands of youngsters who came to participate in the convention, and there were only thirteen spots. The degree of competition was extremely intense and cruel.

As for those who had the lowest cultivation, not to mention becoming core disciples, it was quite difficult for them to even become inner court disciples. These people were also the most outstanding local disciples. If they couldn't become inner court disciples, they might as well not become disciples of Clear River Palace.

If they couldn't become inner court disciples, they would be taken in as outer court disciples by the Clear River Palace.

It wasn't good for outer court disciples to hear this form of address. Actually, to put it bluntly, outer disciples were just common laborers. They had a good reputation as a kind of permanent laborer, and were responsible for tiring and unflattering matters. For example, guarding the door, cooking, washing clothes, etc. All of these were done by the outer sect disciples.

Not to mention their low status in the sect, even outsiders looked down on them. The reason was very simple. Outer sect disciples had poor aptitudes and were like trash. They could not achieve anything in their lifetime and could only be cannon fodder. Such a person was unavoidable.

When those who had the lowest cultivations saw that the people in the surroundings had a higher cultivation level than them, some of them started to retreat because they were still young, around 14 or 15 years old. There was still a chance for them to become disciples of Clear Cloud Palace as long as they didn't participate in this competition. Since he couldn't even become an inner disciple, why would he have to wade in this muddy water? It would be better to wait until his cultivation level increased.

Some didn't leave and treated this test as a form of experiential learning. Since the Clear River Palace had no rules, he couldn't participate in the next one this time.

He was a third level Fighter and could easily defeat a fifth level Fighter. In these few days, his cultivation had increased by two levels and he had already reached the fifth level of the Fighter. He should be able to fight with those youths that were infinitely close to the Martial Master realm.

In the past few days, he and Fei'er had killed more than a hundred Second Order Magic Beasts, and had used more than twenty Magic Pills to advance from the Fourth Rank to the Fifth Rank. According to his calculations, these Magic Pills should be able to increase his cultivation by another two grades.

Now that Fei was unable to share her soul with him, even Fei didn't know what he was thinking.

No matter what he wanted to do, Fei would support him unconditionally. Because she already considered herself as one of his people.

As expected, the spots for the core disciples of the Clear River Palace would be given to those youths that were extremely close to the Martial Master realm. Thus, all the way, Feng Feiyun had to pay attention to those people who were emitting a terrifying aura.

Martial masters could teach disciples, but they would rather become disciples of the Clear River Palace than enjoy the treatment of a small sect's disciple. From this, it could be seen that the strength of the Clear River Palace was absolutely terrifying.

It seemed that his choice was right. After defeating Li Xueyi, he still wanted to give up on joining Clear River Palace? Fortunately, he did not give up. Otherwise, he would have suffered a huge loss.

Seeing so many geniuses that were extremely close to the Martial Master realm heading towards the Clear River Palace, Feng Feiyun admired his decision even more. The higher the cultivation of the people around him, the more they would arouse his fighting spirit, and the better he would be able to unleash his potential.

The peak of the mountain did not want to become a mediocre person, only doing so for the rest of his life.

The closer they got to the Clear River Palace, the more people there were. It's easy to get into friction when you have too many people. Everyone was a hot-blooded youth, yet they were all local geniuses. They were used to living in luxury, and the slightest friction would ignite the flames of war between them.

Along the way, they had met quite a number of people fighting and brawling. Some of them were bullying one person, while others were fighting and fighting with their accomplices. Originally, Feng Feiyun wanted to fight for the injustice, but after thinking about how twice fighting for the injustice had caused his own downfall, he decided not to do anything.

"Clank, clank, clank …"

Suddenly, the sound of swords clashing could be heard in front of him. The sound was intense and disorderly.

"Someone's fighting again, hurry up and go watch the show."

Someone saw that the peak was not in the mood, so they loudly warned and then quickly walked forward.

In the forest at the foot of the mountain, two groups of people were engaged in a fierce battle. On one side was a group of youths, while on the other was a group of young girls. The young girl was overbearing on her side, but the young man was obviously giving way to her.

Feng Feiyun looked at the young girl's back, which was being forced back by her long sword in hand, and was slightly stunned. Why did this back seem so familiar? Could it be her? Why did she meet with other soldiers and warriors again? This really made people worry?