Chapter 1131: Chapter 1131: I Only Ask Your Name

Gu Sheng followed Yang Yan during this period, and because Yang Yan didn’t need those ordinary resources, they all benefited Gu Sheng.

Although Gu Sheng has a spiritless body, with Yang Yan’s help and the accumulation of abundant resources, he successfully broke through to the fourth level of Qi Cultivation perfection.

Now, he is considered one of the outstanding figures in the Outer Sect.

"Where are Zimu and the others now?" Yang Yan asked.

"Young Master, at the Broken Cliff," Gu Sheng quickly replied.

Broken Stone Cliff is an unknown small peak that Yang Yan and Lin Zimu often visit.

There’s nothing special about it, just that it’s sparsely populated, with beautiful scenery.

"Let’s go."

Yang Yan greeted them, got up, and pushed the door open to leave.

Gu Sheng bowed and stepped aside, then followed closely after Yang Yan came out.

Lin Zimu and Liu Yi are the first and second senior brothers in the Inner Sect, so their prestige among the disciples is also very high.

At this moment, these two leading figures of the Inner Sect had gathered all the Inner Sect disciples participating in the demon-slaying mission at Broken Stone Cliff.

A rough glance showed that these Inner Sect disciples numbered forty to fifty in total.

This accounted for half of the Ancient Abyss Sect’s disciples above Qi Cultivation level seven.

The rest were either in seclusion or on tasks outside, unable to return for now.

These Inner Sect disciples were quite curious.

After all, the senior brother gathered them together but suddenly said to wait for one more person.

Everyone is from the same sect, and the outstanding ones above Qi Cultivation level seven in Ancient Abyss Sect are quite limited.

Now, everyone is curious about who the senior brother is waiting for?

Could it be that they are waiting for those two Foundation Establishment Stage deacons?!

They didn’t have to wait too long; the answer was soon revealed.

A streak of light flashed across the sky and suddenly disappeared.

A disciple rubbed his eyes in doubt and found that there were already two more people beside the senior brother.

The newcomers were none other than Yang Yan and Gu Sheng.

"Yang Brother, haha!"

"Grandmaster Yang!"

"Grandmaster!"

"Greetings, Grandmaster!"

...

Quickly, a sharp-eyed disciple immediately knelt on one knee, cupping his fists and calling out respectfully.

As one started, the other disciples quickly followed suit, respectfully greeting Yang Yan.

Nowadays, all Ancient Abyss Sect disciples know that Yang Yan is not only the Saint Son and Grandmaster of the sect but also the future hope of the Ancient Abyss Sect’s rise.

Without the sect’s indoctrination, the younger generation of disciples now most worship Yang Yan.

Especially those disciples who entered the sect at the same time as Yang Yan show even more respect upon seeing him.

"You may rise; I’m not accustomed to this formality, let’s keep it as usual."

Yang Yan made a joke as he arrived.

Although the joke wasn’t very funny, everyone laughed together with tacit understanding.

While everyone knew Yang Yan, not many knew Gu Sheng, so quite a few people curiously looked at the Outer Sect disciple in blue robes.

"Yang Brother, we depart for demon-slaying tomorrow. These are the spiritual treasures distributed by the sect to the disciples."

Without any visible action from Lin Zimu, a small hill of spiritual treasures appeared on the ground.

The spiritual treasures emitting precious light immediately drew the attention of all the disciples.

Many disciples couldn’t help but let their eyes shine with delight.

Aren’t these all elite Inner Sect disciples of the Ancient Abyss Sect? Why would they get excited seeing some spiritual treasures?

That’s natural!

Even some Foundation Establishment Stage deacons don’t own these low-level spiritual treasures!

Many deacons devote their lives to the sect diligently and finally receive a low-level spiritual treasure as an award.

From this, the preciousness of the spiritual treasures is apparent.

Among everyone present, only Yang Yan, Lin Zimu, and Liu Yizheng seemed somewhat calm.

In Ancestor Zongming’s assessment, Star Night is considered a growth-type spiritual treasure.

Accompanying Yang Yan for many years, it has gained some spirituality, becoming a spiritual treasure!

"What is this?"

Yang Yan asked in puzzlement.

Lin Zimu smiled gently: "Yang Brother, as fine as the spiritual treasures are, with too many participating Inner Sect disciples, you need to allocate them."

"Alright."

Yang Yan didn’t refuse and nodded decisively.

"Does Zimu need a spiritual treasure with him?" Yang Yan asked Lin Zimu first.

It wasn’t favoritism on Yang Yan’s part. As the senior brother, Lin Zimu wielding a spiritual treasure is naturally more powerful than ordinary disciples.

Lin Zimu shook his head and said: "My master Mad Sword once bestowed upon me a middle-grade spiritual treasure: the sword I hold, named Chixiao."

Lin Zimu held his sword and subtly indicated to everyone.

Alright, he’s a rich second generation; I was overthinking it.

Yang Yan then turned his gaze to Liu Yizheng.

Now experienced, he didn’t speak first.

Liu Yizheng rubbed his head and smiled at Yang Yan’s gaze:

"Grandmaster, my master also bestowed upon me a spiritual treasure—the Dao Ling Sword."

"Alright."

Yang Yan slightly frustratedly looked at the ground, counting roughly only a dozen spiritual treasures left, then addressed the group of excited Inner Sect disciples:

"Those among you who consider yourselves in the top twenty in strength, step forward."

The disciples looked around at each other upon hearing this.

Some appeared hesitant, some dejected, while others confidently stepped forward.

Among the forty or fifty disciples, over twenty people eventually stepped out, exceeding Yang Yan’s desired number of twenty.

Yang Yan was satisfied and nodded.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd turned around and spoke to another:

"Junior Meng, it seems you just broke through to Qi Cultivation level seven recently. Do you qualify for the top twenty?"

The named disciple showed discontent but still retreated to the back.

Then, that person turned to two others and said: "Junior Wu, Junior Feng, you are at the bottom of the Thirty-Six Celestial Pride List; do you qualify for the top twenty?"

Again, two people reluctantly stepped back.

"Junior Fan..."

"Junior Xu..."

That person repeatedly named names, and soon the original group of over twenty was reduced to seventeen or eighteen, before stopping.

Frankly, Yang Yan was somewhat displeased inside, but he did not show it.

He looked at that person in silence for a long time, then suddenly asked:

"Name?"

The person seemed to anticipate Yang Yan’s question and smiled freely:

"Grandmaster Yang, I am Zhong Shiyi, ranked third on the Inner Sect Celestial Pride List, eligible among the top twenty present."

"I just asked for your name."

Yang Yan slightly frowned, showing a hint of displeasure.

"Since your strength is remarkable, you don’t need a spiritual treasure for defense; step back!"

Yang Yan had calculated that, without this person, the spiritual treasures on the ground would be enough for the remaining disciples.

Zhong Shiyi’s originally confident face froze, and he stared at Yang Yan with barely hidden resentment before retreating into the crowd behind.

Although Zhong Shiyi was embarrassed, none of the disciples dared to laugh; instead, some were comforting him in the back.

He seems to be a well-connected figure!

Yang Yan observed everything but didn’t pay much attention, only lightly saying:

"Divide them yourselves, pick the spiritual treasure that suits you."