The architectural style of the inner city was very different from that of the outer city. This was because many of the buildings had special purposes. For example, in the square in the center, where the statue of the goddess stood, Mo Wen could faintly sense waves of mysterious power.
The first thing he felt when he entered the inner city was that it was very dangerous. If he was not careful, he might lose his life here. However, he was not flustered. Since the Huatian Palace had chosen to hold the Martial Arts Circle Convention in the inner city, they would certainly not let anything happen to them.
Today was the registration day for the Three List Battle, and the first step was the qualifier.
The so-called qualifier was to select the people who had the qualifications to participate in the Three Rankings Battle. The three lists were divided into the Heaven List, Earth List, and Mortal List.
Different lists had different requirements. Applicants could only choose one list, not two or more at the same time.
The age of the applicants for the Fame Roll could not exceed twenty, the age of the Earth Roll could not exceed thirty, and the age of the Heaven Roll could not exceed fifty.
Such a rule was naturally to ensure that no matter which list it was, those who could be on it were the most outstanding people of the same age.
Mo Wen's age was actually not even 20, so he still had the conditions to register for the Man List. However, he naturally would not choose the Man List. Instead, he would directly challenge the Heaven List.
The Heavenly List! This was the most dazzling list.
There was an ancient martial arts arena in the inner city. It occupied a large area and could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people at the same time. The qualifiers would be held in the arena.
It was still early in the morning, but the surroundings of the martial arts arena were already packed with people. There were not many people who signed up. After all, there were not many people in the world who could meet the requirements of the three rankings. However, there were many people who came to watch the show. Such a big event would naturally attract many people.
Mo Wen found the Heaven List's registration area. After paying the registration fee, he successfully entered the area that only registered people could enter. The surrounding environment finally became spacious.
There were obviously not many people registering for the Heaven List. After all, not everyone had the confidence to fight for the Heaven List. Compared to the other two lists, the Heaven List's registration area was much quieter. There were only seven people in front of Mo Wen. They all looked to be youths. At a glance, he found that the person with the lowest cultivation was almost at the late Golden Core Realm.
This level of cultivation and age, in some of the smaller inner worlds, would be nothing. He could definitely be called a top-notch genius.
However, what really caught Mo Wen's attention was a bald monk dressed in coarse clothes. The monk had a pair of straight eyebrows, and between his brows, there was an unparalleled sharp aura. Mo Wen walked past him. He could feel a slight threat coming from it.
There were not many martial artists who could make him feel threatened, not to mention that this monk was so young.
Mo Wen was somewhat shocked. Such a strong practitioner had actually appeared in the Heaven List Tournament. Furthermore, he realized a strange problem. It wasn't only him. None of the people around him seemed to know the monk. The reason was simple. The monk was so powerful. If they knew him, they wouldn't have ignored him like he was thin air.
On the contrary. On the other hand, there were some people whose cultivation bases could only be considered average. However, many people paid attention to them and discussed them. They talked about so-and-so, which inner world they came from, which cultivation base they had. Even the slightest appearance of a famous person would cause a commotion.
However, no one paid attention to the monk. From this, it could be seen that this monk was not famous in the martial arts world. There were very few people who knew of him.
What a terrifying cultivation base! But he was not famous. Who was he?
Mo Wen was a little surprised. This was clearly not logical. The more powerful a person was, the more famous he would be. Even he had a bit of fame now. At the very least, some people would look at him strangely. Clearly, he was no stranger to them. But this monk didn't have any of that.
The audition was the basic condition of the assessment. Soon, it was Mo Wen's turn.
"Name."
An examiner in charge of the assessment held a piece of paper in his hand. He looked at Mo Wen, who was walking forward and asked questions while taking notes.
After filling in the information, the examiner pointed to one side and said, "Go over there to test your bone age." Then, he passed a data sheet to Mo Wen.
Mo Wen took the data sheet and walked to the area for testing bone age.
The lifespan of martial arts practitioners was different from that of ordinary people, especially those with high cultivation. Some could live for more than a hundred years, or even two hundred years. It was difficult to determine the age of this type of person from the surface. For example, a person who looked like a youth might already be more than fifty years old. It was only because of his high cultivation that his aging was slowed down to a certain extent.
Hence, in order to determine the age of the participants, the Huatian Palace had a special magical instrument to test bone age. At least in terms of age, it was impossible to falsify.
"Dan Dingnian, bone age 38 years old. Meets the requirements."
A person who looked like an elder held a round disc in his hand. The round disc emitted a ray of light that shone on the monk. Immediately, a number appeared on the round disc in the elder's hand.
After passing the assessment, the elder stamped the data sheet and then passed it back to the monk.
"Only thirty-eight years old?"
Mo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly. He was only thirty-eight years old and already had such ability. He would most likely be an outstanding person in the future. If Mo Wen did not have Deified Soul Power, he most likely would not be able to see the depth of the monk's abilities.
Suddenly, the monk called Dan Dingnian turned his head to look at Mo Wen. A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes. Clearly, Mo Wen had been observing him and had attracted his attention. However, he only glanced at Mo Wen before turning around and leaving.
What a keen perception!
Mo Wen thought to himself. He was actually able to discover that Mo Wen was observing him. As expected, he was not simple.
"Mo Wen, bone age 18 years old."
When the elder who was testing bone age saw the number on the round disc, he could not help but be stunned. He thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Eighteen years old! There was actually such a young person!
He even suspected that Mo Wen had come to the wrong place. This was the registration area for the Heaven List. At the age of eighteen, he was more than old enough to participate in the Man List Tournament. Yet, he had actually come to participate in the Heaven List Tournament. This was a huge leap.
It was the first time he had encountered an 18-year-old youth participating in the Heaven List Tournament. This was a real youth.
Although these people looked young, their actual age was not that young. The people who came to register for the Heaven List Tournament did not do so because they were powerful, but because they were not qualified to register for the Earth List or the Man List. Hence, they could only try their luck in the Heaven List.
In the Heaven List registration area, most of the people were above forty years old. It was rare to see people in their thirties. There were also some people in their fifties who had tried to bluff their way through. In the end, they were all discovered and had paid a high registration fee for nothing.
"This is the Heaven List registration area." The elder who was in charge of testing reminded Mo Wen subconsciously. He hoped to see a shocked expression on Mo Wen's face and then hurriedly say that he had come to the wrong place.
However, he was disappointed. Mo Wen only smiled and nodded his head. Then, he took the information form from the elder's hand and walked towards the next assessment area.
The elder who was testing looked at Mo Wen's silhouette. After a long while, he said, "Youngsters these days are really ambitious. It's just that at this age … "
The elder shook his head. The Heaven List Tournament was far more intense than the legends made it out to be, especially this year. It would definitely be more intense than anyone could imagine. However, to dare to fight for the Heaven List at such a young age meant that he had quite the courage.
The second segment of the registration was to test one's strength. One's age might qualify, but one's cultivation realm might not. Only when one's age and realm met the requirements could one participate in the Three List Tournament. Mo Wen fighting for the Heaven List meant that his cultivation had to be at least in the Golden Elixir Realm.
The method of testing one's cultivation was no longer using the magical weapons of immortal cultivators. Instead, it was a direct test of one's strength.
There was a stone tablet in the testing area. The stone tablet was a special magical treasure refined by immortal cultivators. When ancient martial art practitioners attacked it, they could test the range of their strength.
The examinee would attack the stone tablet. If the strength of their attack on the stone tablet reached the standard, they would pass the assessment.
A examinee dressed in green walked up to the stone tablet. He took a deep breath and gathered his strength twice. Then, he suddenly exploded with his strongest power and crashed into the stone tablet.
The examinee could not use magical treasures or other external forces. They could only rely on their own strength. Of course, martial arts teachings and secret techniques were also counted as one's own strength.
A force crashed onto the stone tablet. The stone tablet suddenly flashed and a huge number appeared: four.
Seeing this, the youth breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the number that appeared on the stone tablet exceeded three, they would pass.
According to the strength, the number from one to ten would appear on the stone tablet. One meant that the strength was the lowest and ten meant that the strength was the highest.
If it exceeded three, they would pass the assessment.
There were still many people in front of Mo Wen. Suddenly, he noticed a familiar person.
Gu Jingman!
Mo Wen could not help but want to roll his eyes. What was Gu Jingman doing here? Did she also want to participate in the Heaven List Tournament?
He felt a little helpless. He knew very well what Gu Jingman was capable of. Why had she come here for no reason?
At the same time, Gu Jingman casually stretched out her hand and slapped the stone tablet. The stone tablet flashed and a number appeared: six!
Huh!
Mo Wen's eyelids twitched as he looked at Gu Jingman in surprise. The examinee from before had intermediate stage Golden Elixir Realm cultivation. Under a situation where he had gone all out, he had only managed to produce a four. Gu Jingman's casual palm strike had actually produced a six?
Mo Wen could naturally tell that Gu Jingman had just casually slapped him. She had not even gone through the process of gathering power.
When had her strength reached such a level? Mo Wen was very surprised.
"Mo Wen, where the hell have you been all this time? You really made me look for you."
There were only so many people in the Heaven List assessment area. When Mo Wen discovered Gu Jingman, Gu Jingman naturally discovered him as well. Immediately, she raised her eyebrows and strode over.
Previously, because of the Crimson Blood Sect matter, she had specially gone to the Dafang Sect. In the end, she had not seen Mo Wen. Later, because of the Martial Arts Circle Convention, she had thought that Mo Wen would at least return to the Dafang Sect to make arrangements. So, she had stayed in the Dafang Sect.
Who knew that Mo Wen would be so good? He had directly become a hands-off shopkeeper, leaving everything to Wang Yinru. He himself had been carefree and happy all day long.
Gu Jingman strode over to Mo Wen. Her hands were on her hips and her eyes were filled with anger. She looked like she really wanted to kick Mo Wen. (To be continued.)
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