Chapter Sixty: Newcomer Assessment

  The moonlit Qianchao City, with countless households' lights twinkling like stars, shining brighter than the starry sky.

  The Qin family's ancestral mansion was like a giant beast quietly lurking in the southeast of this big city, and no one dared to pry into it.

  In a study deep within the ancestral mansion, the light of the cow-fat candles illuminated every detail in the room. Two expressionless warriors stood guard at the door, their tiger-like eyes gleaming with vigilance.

  Qin Wen leaned back in the soft chair behind his desk, his eyes gloomy and his face unpleasant.

  Wu Lao Lang standing beside him and Qin Jun in front of the table didn't dare to take a breath, they both knew that this third son of the Qin family was in a very bad mood.

  "Qin Yun, humph!" Qin Wenbing said with a scowl: "This guy really has a big life, being knocked off the cliff and still not dead!"

  "Qin Jun, I've placed a heavy bet on you, this time you absolutely cannot lose, otherwise..."

  Qin Jun's heart was chilled, his future and fate could be said to depend on Qin Wenbing alone, of course he understood what would happen if he lost to Qin Yun - not to mention that he would not be able to continue in the Qin family, but even his life might be in danger!

  "Second Young Master, please be at ease. I have now broken through the Fifth Heaven Boundary and my Yang Chen Sword Technique has also reached the fifth level. If I still can't take down Qin Yun with this, I will commit seppuku to apologize to you!"

  Qin Wen's pressure is only on family achievements, money and face, while Qin Jun wants to put his own life and death at stake.

  He dares to do so, naturally with absolute confidence.

  In terms of basic strength, Qin Jun's cultivation base at the fifth heaven of Qi Refining was steadily suppressing Qin Yun's third heaven, and his practice of yellow-grade swordsmanship far surpassed the high-grade swordsmanship practiced by his opponent.

  Knowing oneself and knowing one's enemy will never be in danger. Qin Jun felt that he had a very deep understanding of himself and Qin Yun, and he really couldn't think of any reason why he would lose.

  "Good!" Qin Wenbing nodded in satisfaction: "I believe you can also win, but you must not be careless and capsize in a ditch. This Qin Yun is the one who killed Heishanfeng's general Black Tiger."

  "Second Master..." Wu Lao Lang chuckled and said, "That's just Qin Yun's good luck, not that his strength is particularly strong. I believe Qin Jun will be careful."

  "This battle must be won!" Qin Wenbing suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with a fierce and terrifying light: "I want to let others know that whoever dares to oppose me will regret it for the rest of their lives!"

  Under his wolf-like gaze, Qin Jun suddenly felt a chill in his heart and involuntarily lowered his head.

  ………

  As the day of the new Jin assessment approached, the atmosphere in the various halls of Moyang Island became increasingly tense.

  For many newcomers, this assessment is extremely crucial, and no one wants to be the eliminated loser.

  Those carefree insiders can also understand the feelings of newcomers, after all, they were once outsiders too.

  In early April, when spring was in full bloom, the new promotion assessment of Qinyang's Thousand Waves officially kicked off at Qinshi Moyang Road.

  The Grand Hall's martial arts arena had been renovated, and although the annual new promotion assessment was not a major event for the Qin family, the large arena that could hold over 2,000 people was packed to capacity.

  All the hall owners of the various halls personally attended to observe, and the Qin family also sent a retired veteran to preside over the event, showing how much importance the family attached to this new promotion assessment.

  Due to the annual newcomer assessment, there will always be one or two outstanding talented young men who stand out. They often become the focus of family cultivation and some are even directly recommended to enter the sect for practice.

  The Grand Hall's martial arts arena has a long history, covering nearly tens of acres, and was built entirely according to the sect's standards. The central arena is paved with hard bluestone slabs, its grandeur and layout are truly magnificent.

  The surrounding stands are divided into different areas, and the positions of the elders and deacons are naturally the best. However, even if you sit in the most remote corner, you can still see the situation in the center of the field clearly.

  The Guiyang Qin family established its reputation through military achievements, and for thousands of years the family legacy has been passed down without interruption, relying on the tireless efforts of each generation; only the strong can occupy a place in the clan.

  As in previous years, all the new disciples participating in the martial assessment came from the Martial Hall and the Foreign Affairs Hall, because the Criminal Hall and the Guest Hall did not have any new disciples, while the Dan Medicine Hall and the Casting Tool Hall had completely different assessment content.

  The red vermilion banner fluttered in the wind on the flagpole at the four corners of the field, and hundreds of new recruits entered the grand martial arts arena with confidence and hope under the gaze of thousands of eyes.

  In the next seven days, they will engage in hundreds and thousands of duels, ultimately resulting in more than a third of the children becoming losers, unable to enjoy normal family rations.

  Competition within a large family is always fierce and cruel, with no sympathy for losers.

  For bystanders like Neidongzi brothers and family members, their emotions are much more complicated.

  Some are purely watching the excitement, some are cheering for their friends and relatives, others are observing potential future competitors, and some have even placed bets on certain matches!

  "Hey, I heard that today's newcomer assessment finale is going to be a showdown between Xing Tang Qin Jun and Wai Shi Tang Qin Yun. Have you guys placed any bets? I heard there are over a dozen betting pools open!"

  "Haha, I've suppressed Qin Jun's twenty points of family merit. Although winning doesn't bring much, it's still a win, and losing is just as good! It's best to make those Zhuan Jia lose big time!"

  "You're so confident that Qin Jun will definitely win? I've heard that Qin Yun killed the general under Gu Shanfeng in the escort mission and got a reward of 100 family merits!"

  "Obviously! Who doesn't know that Qin Yun was just lucky, his actual strength wasn't even as good as Qin Jun's. This time he got injured while protecting the token, it's a sure loss!"

  "I actually put some pressure on Qin Yun, maybe..."

  The audience on the platform was in an uproar, with many topics focusing on Qin Jun and Qin Yun's battle.

  The vast majority of people think Qin Jun will inevitably win, and some are ridiculing Qin Yun for being arrogant, saying he must have lost his mind to agree to this unfair duel.

  Some people are gloating over others' misfortunes, some are fanning the flames, and even more are waiting for a good show to begin.

  As one of the protagonists of this highly anticipated showdown, Qin Yun was sitting in a corner of the stands.

  Lian Yan's Qing Guang sword lay horizontally in front of his knees, his eyes, nose and heart appearing extremely calm, as if he hadn't heard the whispers coming from around him at all.

  Qin Mingzhu was not by his side, but sat on the opposite viewing platform, far away, with other Dan Yao Tang disciples.

  Although the girl believed that Qin Yun could win the victory, she couldn't suppress her inner anxiety. Her small hands pinched the hem of her skirt, and her eyes kept drifting towards Qin Yun's position. When talking to her companions, her heart was not at ease.

  A young man in a green shirt sat down in the empty seat beside Qin Yun.

  Qin Yun's expression remained unchanged as he asked in a soft voice, "How is it?"

  This young man in a green robe was Qin Liren. He waved the several slips of paper with seals on them in his hand and said excitedly, "All have been pledged! One hundred merits plus five thousand eight hundred taels of silver!"

  All the family property that Qin Yun currently has, except for the 150 merits he bet with Qin Wenbing and the 50 merits he lent to Qin Liren, he added all his silver coins, betting that he can defeat Qin Jun!

  Qin Liren's hands were shaking slightly: "I myself have staked one thousand two hundred taels of silver, if I win, I can earn at least six thousand taels!"

  One thousand two silver coins were also Qin Liren's entire savings!

  Suddenly, a small figure appeared on the stands over here. Feeling something was off, Qin Yun turned his head around and his gaze met with that of a disgusting guy.

  With one raised eyebrow, Qin Yun slowly stood up.

  Only then did Qin Wenbing appear with a few attendants, strutting towards the position he was in, many young men making way for him.

  Qin Yun...

  Walking up to Qin Yun, Qin Wenbing sneered and said: "I can give you one last chance, kneel down and beg for mercy from me. From now on, be my dog, and I can let Qin Jun give up this trial."

  Purely malicious provocation, it's simply outrageous!

  Qin Liren, standing beside him, was indignant and couldn't help but want to go forward and reason with Qin Wenbing, but was immediately blocked by Qin Yun.

  With a scornful smile, Qin Yun shook his head and said: "Qin Wenbing, was your brain kicked by a donkey? You can still say such stupid words until now, do you think you can provoke me like this?"

  "No wonder others say 'three rooms and two sons, one good son and one lazy son', you're really bringing shame to your father!"

  "You bastard!" Qin Wenbing was suddenly furious, his face turned purple-red.

  The direct descendant of the Qin family, three houses, Qin Wenbing is a famous silk son, although he is quite spoiled at home, but whether it is prestige, status or strength are far inferior to his elder brother Qin Wenhui.

  Qin Wen Hui, who entered the Tian Cheng Sword Sect, is considered a leader among the younger generation of the Qin family. It's said that he now has the strength of nine layers of Qi Refining Heaven and has a high chance of breaking through to the Pre-Heaven realm within one or two years.

  Everyone knows that once Qin Wen Hui finishes his studies and returns home, he will inevitably inherit the family business and take over the power of the three houses.

  This is absolutely a thorn in Qin Wenbing's heart. Although he is dissolute and depraved, his ambition is by no means small.

  Qin Yun's sarcasm was like a slap in his face.

  "Alright! Qin Yun, you wait for me!"

  Qin Wenbing suppressed his anger and looked at Qin Yun with an increasingly cold and venomous gaze: "You'll have your time to cry!"

  "Bring it on, I'm not afraid of you!" Qin Yun said, taking a step forward. "I'd like to see who ends up crying in the end!"

  The tension between them was almost palpable.

  But this is the grand martial arena of Moyang Dao, and there are many family elders and executives present. Qin Wenbing doesn't dare to draw his sword against Qin Yun even if he has more guts.

  So after a brief confrontation, he turned and left with unparalleled resentment, his heart having torn Qin Yun to pieces thousands of times.

  The grudge between the two can never be resolved!

  At this moment, two sons of Wudang came down, and the new assessment competition officially began!