Overriding the Heaven

The letter was very long, and Chu Yan was similarly looking at it patiently.    

    

Because this letter was written almost a month ago, the story was told until last month.    

    

In this letter, Chu Yan found out that there was also a ranking competition like the Shattered Star Pavilion's Spirit Apostle Board in the Profound Moon Sect where Lin Miaoran was from.    

    

The goal that her master set for her this time was to enter the top twenty of the ranking tournament.    

    

With regards to this ranking, Lin Miaoran grumbled for a long time.    

    

Chu Yan was naturally aware of the difficulty of competing against those high ranking disciples, who had accumulated for many, many years or even over ten years, in a match like this, as a new disciple who had entered a sect.    

    

However, Chu Yan also understood that the reason Lin Miaoran's teacher set her this goal was because she hoped that even though she had a good teacher to guide her and a sect to protect her, she still needed him to make a move when she needed to fight for the resources on the Immortal Path.    

    

The young falcon, always under the protection of the falcon, will never be able to fight in the sky.    

    

There was one other thing that Chu Yan cared more about, and that was that in his heart, Lin Miaoran had mentioned a senior brother named Lan Yu several times and she took care of her.    

    

With Lin Miaoran's intelligence, she naturally understood that Senior Brother Lan Yu had good impressions of him, which was why he approached her.    

    

However, Lin Miaoran was obviously worried that Chu Yan would misunderstand, so she said directly in her heart that she did not feel anything for the other party.    

    

When reading up to here, Chu Yan pinched the center of his brows and let out a cry, "Oh, Lan Yu, this guy, I have a deep impression of him."    

    

When he was still at Evergreen Town's Lin Family at that time, Chu Yan's meridians were all shattered from his deductions. It was this Lan Yu who had barged into his resting room and announced that the Profound Moon Sect no longer wanted news about him.    

    

Chu Yan still clearly remembered the other party's high and mighty mouth.    

    

"I remember this Lan Yu said before that he was an inner sect disciple. Since that's the case, it means that he cultivated Third level of the Pulse Condensation Stage." Chu Yan blinked his eyes, "Hmm, love rivals are still a bit of a threat, but I hope that guy has good talent in cultivation, if not, he would be so attentive, and not long after, Lin Miaoran would have surpassed him in cultivation, which would be very embarrassing."    

    

Smiling, Chu Yan took out a pen and paper and prepared to reply Lin Miaoran.    

    

After he entered the Shattered Star Pavilion, although he had spent most of his time cultivating, there was still a similarly interesting part.    

    

Furthermore, Chu Yan also wanted to share some cultivation experience with Lin Miaoran.    

    

In fact, Lin Miaoran had mentioned many of the problems she had encountered with regards to cultivation in her letter.    

    

However, just like Lin Miaoran, Chu Yan muttered to himself for a long time when it came to the title of a pen.    

    

His gaze landed on the first line of Lin Miaoran's letter.    

    

"Hello, melon, your words are like paper …"    

    

Chu Yan mulled over these words, and after a moment, he smiled, and started writing as though he was flying.    

    

"Hello, Ah Dai. Your words are like the surface of your face …"    

    

A dummy, a dummy, just a dummy.    

    

"I already recognized you when you were in Langya Pavilion, but you didn't know who I was. So if you weren't Adai, who would you be?" Thinking about the new nickname he gave Lin Miaoran, Chu Yan couldn't help but shake his head, feeling extremely proud of himself.    

    

It was the same ten or so pages of replies. Chu Yan read it again and after confirming that there were no problems, he realized that it was already close to dusk.    

    

The reply took him more than six hours!    

    

Unfortunately, Chu Yan's luck was not as good as Lin Miaoran's, and he did not have any deacons or disciples who were heading to North Cloud at the same time.    

    

In fact, this was not a very coincidental time.    

    

The lower level disciples were all preparing for the ranking competition that was going to take place in a few days, and the higher level disciples were disdainful of earning just a few spirit stones.    

    

In the Shattered Star Pavilion, core and legacy disciples received several tens or even a hundred spirit stones per month from the sect.    

    

They couldn't afford to embarrass a disciple at this level just by asking them to deliver a letter for a mere two spirit stones.    

    

Therefore, Chu Yan could only allow this letter to go through the slowest commercial road.    

    

By the time this letter arrived at the Mystic Moon Sect, it would probably be in the middle of April.    

    

However, Chu Yan was not worried at all. The Immortal Road was long, and it was possible to travel across the next hundred to a thousand years. What did the three months in front of him count as?    

    

Chu Yan's eyes were filled with expectation as he watched the caravan go further and further under the setting sun until it transformed into a string of ants at the end of the horizon.    

    

After a moment, he turned back.    

    

After all, in a few days, it would be his first competition ever since he arrived in Shattered Star Pavilion.    

    

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.    

    

Early in the morning on the fourth day, Chu Yan heard the melodious sound of a bell ringing in the distance.    

    

Chu Yan opened his eyes, a glimmer in his eyes as he got up and left the room.    

    

He had long known about the relevant information and rules of the Spirit Apostle Ranking Competition, and now, he directly arrived at the plaza where the competition was held.    

    

In the center of this square, there was a ring. It was surrounded by stands and seats. Under the control of a formation, there would be no chaos.    

    

There were a total of fifteen thousand disciples in Shattered Star Pavilion. At the moment, there was a bustling crowd.    

    

However, Chu Yan knew that out of these fifteen thousand people, only about four to five thousand would be participating in this ranking competition.    

    

The reason was simple, this Spirit Apostle Ranking Competition was not something that you can participate in just because you want to, but instead something that you have to pay as your participation fee.    

    

The Spirit Apostle Ranking Competition's participation fee was not too much, it was exactly three Spirit Stones, which was the salary of an apprentice disciple for three months.    

    

Coincidentally, the Spirit Apostle Ranking Competition also opened once every three months.    

    

In other words, if an apprentice had no other way to earn money, they would not be able to use the resources they had spent on cultivation for the last three months.    

    

If one could enter the top 1000 and gain the qualifications to be on the list, that would be good, because they could receive rewards.    

    

However, if one was unable to enter the top 1000 and was unable to enter the leaderboard, then the registration fee for the three spirit stones would be completely wasted.    

    

And amongst the disciples, the majority of them would not be like Chu Yan, who would rob people of their money the moment they entered the sect, and even earn a lot from the missions, possessing hundreds of spirit stones.    

    

As a result, most of the apprentices, in order not to waste the spirit stones they had saved up, chose to watch the competition instead.    

    

Only disciples with aspirations to be on the list would come to participate in the competition.    

    

But even so, in a competition of four or five thousand people, only a thousand would make it onto the list. In other words, only one out of five would make it to the top.    

    

When Chu Yan went to pay the spirit stones required for the competition, many of the surrounding disciples looked at him in surprise, many of them ridiculing him while ridiculing him, mocking him, sympathizing with him and some even started whispering to him.    

    

"You ignorant fellow. Do you really think that you can enter the Spirit Apostle Ranking just because you're a turnip? If you're participating in the first stage, you'll see how he weeps."    

    

"Ai, isn't this normal? There will always be new disciples who enter the sect feeling that their talents are extraordinary. When they get beaten up and lose three spirit stones, they will know that there is always someone out there."