Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 110 Song Qing

Instructor Lin sighed, feeling rather puzzled.

In his view, recruitment competitions like this are just the most insignificant way for the inner sect of the Crimson Flame Sect to recruit new members. Their more important function is to give the outer sect disciples a goal, like a carrot, so that they have something to look forward to, settle down, and not be without aspirations.

Therefore, whether the rules change or not is not important at all. The simpler and more easy to understand the rules are, the more they can inspire the fighting spirit of those who aspire to become inner disciples.

As they were talking, several disciples came to the front of the arena to register, calling out to the participating disciples to register. In just a short while, two long lines formed.

In previous years, only a few dozen people would enter the third round of the competition, but this year, Han Yi looked at the outer disciples coming and going and estimated that there were probably over a hundred.

"By the way, Han Yi, I heard that Song Qing from the Song family has also entered the third round of the competition..."

Before leaving to queue, Li Tie whispered to Han Yi.

Song Qing?

Han Yi frowned. Wasn't that kid demoted to a mining apprentice and forced to undergo labor reform in the mining camp?

However, Han Yi then thought that all outer disciples could sign up for the sect's minor competition. Although Song Qing was a mining disciple, if he signed up, went through the first and second rounds of selection, and then passed the third round of competition to become an inner disciple again, the whole process would be reasonable and no one could find fault with it.

Some might even praise Song Qing for his resolute character, for not being discouraged even after becoming a mining disciple, and for continuing to cultivate and strive for progress.

Even a fool could guess that after Song Qing became a mining disciple, given his status as a direct descendant of the Song family, he would inevitably continue to act arrogantly and domineeringly. In fact, the so-called first and second rounds would just be a formality.

Moreover, Song Qing himself is a late-stage Bone Refining martial artist, nearing the Blood Refining stage. As a scion of a powerful family, his weapons, elixirs, and cultivation techniques are all top-grade. Among the outer disciples, there are probably few who can rival him…

Thinking of this, Han Yi couldn't help but sigh. Given Song Qing's attitude, if he became an inner disciple, he would definitely cause him trouble. There was no good solution to Elder Li's matter, and now Song Qing had become another obstacle…

"Disciples, silence!"

As the flow of people increased, inner disciples gradually began to maintain order.

Han Yi also prepared to go to the viewing platform to sit down and wait for the competition to begin.

"Han Yi!"

Han Yi looked over at the sound and saw Pan Sheng dressed as a patrolling disciple, wearing a gray-black leather armor with crimson patterns on the hem and holding a long knife.

"What are you doing?"

"Haha, how's this leather armor? Isn't it super cool?"

As Pan Sheng spent more time with Han Yi, he also learned a few new and interesting words from Han Yi.

"I'm in charge of maintaining order in the hall for this sect competition, which is incredibly boring. My poor little red girl will have to stay alone in her room..."

Pan Sheng pursed his lips and said with a hint of helplessness.

"Senior Brother Pan, maintaining order may be a bit boring, but your little red girl might not be all alone in her room~"

Han Yi's lips curled up, and he said with a wicked smile.

"Get out, you bastard who ruined the sincere love between me and Xiao Hong..." "By the way, Senior Brother Pan, I heard that the rules for this year's sect competition have changed. Do you have any inside information?"

Han Yi leaned closer and asked with a grin.

"I heard that the sect has increased the number of inner disciples this time, and they'll be using a 'competition' format..."

As a disciple of the External Affairs Hall, Pan Sheng had indeed heard some rumors.

"However, what does this have to do with you? Just sit quietly on the viewing platform and wait for the competition to end before joining the sect with the winner!"

Pan Sheng rolled his eyes. This kind of small competition was held by the External Affairs Hall every year, and he had seen it many times before. It was completely meaningless. It was nothing more than a bunch of weaklings from the outer sect who were only at the skin and bone refining stages fighting each other.

Moreover, the sect's minor competitions are only taken seriously by outer disciples. Within the Crimson Flame Sect, the minor competitions have never been taken seriously. Just like the square now, although it is bustling with people and looks very lively, very few of the sect's real high-ranking members will come.

At most, a few elders from the External Affairs Hall or the Enforcement Hall might come to observe the battle and register the identities of the new disciples.

What truly made the top leaders of the Crimson Flame Sect take notice was the sect competition held every three years!

The outcome of the sect competition is the redistribution of interests among the various halls, such as territory and important cultivation resources like Crimson Blood Tiger meat. It is said that even the sect leader, who is usually elusive, will appear during the competition!

"But, Senior Brother Pan, I heard that Song Qing participated in this recruitment competition and even made it to the third round!"

Han Yi lowered his head and said in a low voice.

When Song Qing was in the guard team, he not only had a bad relationship with Han Yi, but also had many conflicts with the others in their ninth squad.

"Song Qing?"

Upon hearing this, Pan Sheng revealed a strange smile and said mysteriously, "Junior Brother Han, I forgot to tell you, do you know what Senior Brother Li Feng's task is in this minor competition?"

He was swaying and wandering around, and for a while he stopped talking, as if he was stretching his muscles after standing for a long time.

Han Yi was still waiting for Pan Sheng to speak, but seeing the ambiguous smile on his face, he remained silent.

Now Han Yi knew the reason. Pan Sheng was a generous and magnanimous man who was also very loyal to his friends, but he had one bad habit: he liked to keep people in suspense.

So Han Yi didn't press the matter. He just stood there with his arms crossed in front of his chest, seemingly thinking about what to eat for lunch, unhurried and calm.

He had known Pan Sheng for so long that he knew that the kid's biggest quirk was that he liked to leisurely wait for others to ask him questions.

When pressed for answers, he would remain silent, wanting to see how anxious the other person became. The more anxious they were, the happier he was; it was quite despicable.

But it's alright, Han Yi already knew how to deal with Pan Sheng's peculiar tastes...

That is, just ignore him!

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, Pan Sheng looked left and right, circled around several times, but Han Yi didn't ask any questions. Instead, he started scratching his head in frustration.

"Sigh, I suddenly forgot what Senior Brother Li was going to do. He just told me, and I forgot. I'm getting old, my brain isn't working well anymore. I was thinking about it for a long time, and I only just remembered now..." Pan Shengzhang sighed and pretended to continue what he had said earlier.