The legendary warrior

"It seems that our chief is quite interested in Edgar's spiritual meridian with dual powers!" some disciples said in a hushed voice.

"Exactly! The spiritual meridian with dual attributes is supposed to be scarcer than the spiritual meridian that can help practice the manuals. As long as Edgar's spiritual meridian is not too weak, he stands a good chance of becoming an innate spirit in the future!"

Apparently, they also had figured out part of the reasons why their sect chief Zenith invited Edgar to be his disciple.

"It's just a great pity that Ricky didn't get the same chance. His spiritual meridian is not only dual-attributed, but also has capabilities for practicing the manuals. Yet, its biggest flaw is that it's incomplete. Due to this irreparable defect, his future achievements will always be limited. Without such a defect, he would definitely have been offered the rare chance!"

Most of them envied Edgar's great luck while also sympathizing with Ricky's misfortune.

Meanwhile, disciples from the Refinement and Casting Faction shot Ricky disdainful looks, as if to say, "You were the CHAMPION of the Outer Competition, and so what? Our chief will never show interest in a guy who doesn't have a complete spiritual meridian."

Ricky didn't care about the looks on their faces, and they were not relevant to him at all. Besides, he couldn't be more aware of his own situation. He of all people knew what he really wanted at present.

An innate spirit as their master, others might desire, but Ricky had little interest in having such a master.

His regained spiritual meridian was now so powerful that it was equivalent to the help of any master.

Right now, the only thing Ricky longed for was to obtain first prize as the champion of the Outer Competition quickly and use it for practice and weapon casting.

...

"Ricky…" Just when the disciples had relaxed, thinking the day's surprises were over, Zenith's stately voice suddenly broke through the hushed chatter.

"Is… Is our chief going to take Ricky as his disciple as well?" The disciples immediately speculated, paying rapt attention now. Among them, those from the Refinement Faction and Casting Faction, in particular, looked especially concerned.

The two factions were far from weak, and even had demi-immortal elders. Nevertheless, in front of the formidable Zenith and his Snow Sect, they felt small, like weak ants in front of a mountain.

If Ricky became Zenith's disciple, it meant that the two factions could be terribly doomed in the end.

"Yes, Chief!" Ricky responded respectfully and wondered, 'Is the chief going to take me under his wing as well?'

this was

by your performance during the Competition, so I will give you a separate reward to encourage

two factions felt greatly relieved. They heaved an audible sigh, smiling

the other disciples were more curious about what Zenith

was incredibly excited now. In Ricky's opinion, Zenith, a genius master, the top warrior in the area of Snow

obtain the championship reward, you may come pay me a visit. You'll find out what your reward is then!" Zenith added. Now that the reward's nature was kept in suspense, many of the disciples felt greatly disappointed. They had been

little disappointed. They, too, were keen to find out what reward Ricky would get from Zenith.

the four Elders left, the disciples began

Sect for a long time, especially because of Ricky and Edgar, who would for sure be the talk of the town for quite some time.

...

to the courtyard. On the way, Heather complained quite a bit about

was not accepted; otherwise, he would be miss the chance to see her every day, and it would be a shame for

Heather blush like

...

the three of them had just arrived at the courtyard, a Snow Vulture quickly

what are you doing here?" Grace asked, alarmed at

knew one of the men, Sean, who was the second

really don't want to be here! It's just my friend who took me with him!" Sean explained and smiled,

turned to look at him.

a smile lingering at the corners of his mouth. Anyone who saw him would think that he would

Grace asked doubtfully. He was

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

sound of knuckles cracking, which came from Ricky's

so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. Blood oozed from his hands, his knuckles

to gleam with a sharp murderous intent.

their hearts as they saw Ricky's

man exclaimed with a teasing smile. He seemed not to be affected by