"Sixty-two?"

  "My goodness!"

  Under everyone's gaze, Lin Ming's two slightly simple characters stood out among a group of names, yet they were so eye-catching!

  Sixty-two!

  Only in the second assessment, he killed his way into the top 72! And there are only 72 people in Tianzhu House, which means that Lin Ming's strength has already reached the level of Tianzhu House!

  Fifteen years old, entered the Seventh Xuanwu Mansion for just over a month, cultivation practice body three heavy initial stage, entered the Heavenly Mansion!!

  For a hundred years, there have been three or four martial artists who entered the top 100 in the second round of assessment, but as for entering Tianzifu in the second round of assessment, it has never happened before!

  All the students who participated in the assessment, including the princes' scouts, stared at the ranking stone with wide eyes. Murong Zi covered her small mouth in disbelief, while those scouts forgot to light up the transmission talismans in their hands for the first time.

  It's against the heavens!

  This is absolutely a freak beyond Ling Sen, Takaku, and Zhang Guanyu!

  "No... it's impossible! He was clearly just a little short of the four pillars incense and would have been eliminated, logically he should be around the top hundred or so, how is it possible for him to rank this high?" A martial artist from the Heavenly Manor who ranked over 70 muttered to himself, Lin Ming's rise meant that one of them was likely to be squeezed out of the Heavenly Manor.

  "Is it possible that the ranking stone of Wan Sha Array was mistaken?"

  "How is this possible? This is an innate master's illusionary formation."

  "Even if it's a natural-born master's handwriting, there may be mistakes...". Some people are not convinced, no one wants to be squeezed out of the heavenly house.

  "Shut up, everyone! The Ranking Stone can't be wrong. Lin Ming was able to enter the top 72 of the Four Pillars of Incense because his killing speed in the Million Kill Array is much faster than that of martial artists of the same level!"

  The one who spoke was the executor in charge of the Wan Sha Array, and this person was also a graduate of the Qi Xuan Wu Fu. He had already broken through the Condensation Period. In the Qi Xuan Wu Fu, he was both an executor and a teacher.

  Faster than peers of the same level?

  Upon hearing the deacon's judgment, the people around him gasped in shock. In the Myriad Slaughter Formation, the enemy came pouring in like a tidal wave, wave after wave, each one stronger than the last. The examiners were killed to the point of being out of breath and couldn't wait to slow down their pace, kill fewer enemies, and take advantage of the opportunity to recover their true yuan. Therefore, the speed at which examiners killed enemies in the Myriad Slaughter Formation was generally similar, so people would judge the possible ranking based on how long a warrior stayed in the formation.

  Like Lin Ming's killing method, it undoubtedly consumes more physical strength and dies faster!

  What a pervert!

  At this time, Murong Zi still covered her small mouth and remained silent for a long time before saying to Bai Jingyun: "Sister Jingyun, you were right. This Lin Ming is really a stupid pig who doesn't know what kind of fodder he was raised on..."

  She was very clear about the significance of this ranking. Before the 62nd place on the Ranking Stone, there were probably eleven or twelve students who would graduate at the end of the year. In other words, even if Lin Ming stood still, he could enter the top fifty by the end of the year, and the top fifty was a leap forward.

  Besides, how could Lin Ming possibly stay in place? He might even break into the top thirty by the end of the year and become his own competitor!

  Bai Jingyun chuckled and said, "Little girl, you should learn some manners. Are you jealous of others?"

  "Hmph, how could I be jealous of him? It seems that from now on, this girl must also take things seriously. I won't let him surpass me!" Murong Zi clenched her small fist, and indeed she had been a bit too playful before. In the assessment of the Martial Heart, Murong Zi's results were terrible, barely passing with great difficulty.

  ...................

  "Damn it, what's wrong with you! Hurry up and report to the Crown Prince, this score has blinded my dog's eyes!" The gray-clothed man who led the way for the Crown Prince gave a loud slap to the hand of the person staring blankly at the ranking stone.

  "Yes, yes, I'll report right away." The little brother who had been knocked on the head hastily said a piece of information and then ignited the transmission talisman in his hand...

  At the same time, the tenth prince's men also burned their transmission talismans. The leader among them looked at the four princes' subordinates in the bamboo forest with a scornful smile on his face.

  "A bunch of idiots, still struggling in vain. This time it's definitely our Young Master who will win. What kind of trash can the Crown Prince come up with? For Lin Ming, Young Master has specially prepared a set of middle-grade human-tier secret arts and an extreme treasure!"

  .............................

  At this time, Crown Prince Yang Lin was in the East Palace, playing chess with his teacher Mu Yi.

  "Heh heh, Your Highness is thinking what? This move is a mistake!" Mu Yi smiled and dropped a piece. As soon as the piece fell, a block on the left lower corner of Yang Lin's chessboard became a dead piece, losing a large amount of territory.

  Yang Lin smiled and shook his head, "Teacher, I've never won a game of chess against you. Whether it's early or late, the difference isn't great."

  "Haha, it's not that simple. Even if you're not strong enough, you can't lose your spirit and will to fight. The chessboard is like a battlefield, where even if you're outmatched, dying in battle is still heroic, but surrendering and being captured, that's shameful."

  "The teacher's teachings are." To Muyi, Yang Lin didn't have the slightest bit of a prince's airs. In Tianyun Country, a late-stage postnatal expert, even the ruler would have to show respect and courtesy, let alone now when the court was in turmoil, Muyi was Yang Lin's most important reliance.

  "Tell me, what's on your mind?" Mu Yi put down the chess piece in his hand.

  Yang Lin said: "Today I went to see Father Emperor, his body seems to be worse than before..."

  "Hmm..." Mu Yi fell silent for a moment, knowing what Yang Lin was worried about. The change of the throne, the old emperor's physical condition had left him with little intimidating power. Now it all depended on the abilities of each prince. The tenth prince, Yun Qin Wang, had ambitious intentions and might not be content with being just a prince. Yang Lin, in terms of personal martial arts skills and the forces he controlled, was far inferior to Yun Qin Wang. Once they started competing, there was no guarantee he would win.

  But the matter of contending for the throne, once failed, the consequences can be imagined. Yang Lin is now the crown prince and does not want to contend but must contend, otherwise his life will not be preserved! Therefore, in these days, Yang Lin has been worried and anxious, and he dare not show it in front of his subordinates.

  "Your Highness, I just said that the chessboard is like a battlefield, and it's absolutely impossible to lose one's morale and fighting spirit. If Your Highness lacks confidence, the ministers under your command will also be uneasy. As the saying goes, 'one day as king, one day as minister', these people will definitely follow you, which means they have handed over their lives and families. If Your Highness loses, with Yun Qinwang's ruthlessness, it's not impossible that he won't carry out a large-scale purge of the court and the countryside, at that time..."

  Mu Yi didn't continue speaking. Since ancient times, the change of emperors has often been accompanied by slaughter and bloodshed. At this time, kinship and friendship have become a joke.

  Yang Lin sighed, "I naturally know, so in these years, I have been forcing myself to be strong. Not to mention the people who followed me, even my mother and sister's lives are tied to mine. My mother is nearly fifty years old, my sister is only twenty-eight, if I lose, I don't know how tragic their fate will be..."