Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

After Yin Shixuan left, the main hall became much quieter. Seeing this, Sun Yi and his companion, who were not far away, also smiled and left.

Mr. Gu, sitting behind the stone table, stroked his mustache, remained silent for a moment, and then a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"Come to think of it, it's been about three months since anyone stepped onto that arena, right?" he muttered, reaching for a challenge token on the table. He drew a few lines on it with his finger, and a flash of inspiration instantly imprinted the challenge information onto it.

He looked up at the dark night outside the hall and then whistled.

Soon, a small, emerald-green bird flew in from outside the hall, circled above his head a few times, and landed directly in Mr. Gu's hand.

"Go."

A little green bird chirped, picked up the paper, and disappeared into the night as a streak of green light.

Mr. Gu gazed in the direction the bird had disappeared, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "This time, things are probably going to get interesting. But that's fine too; this stagnant situation deserves a complete overhaul. Otherwise, how boring it would be!"

Soon, a wave of drowsiness washed over him again, and Mr. Gu closed his eyes once more. Before long, his snoring resumed.

......

Meanwhile, at the residence of Mo Chongshan, who is ranked twenty-second in the Second Heaven.

Inside the main hall, a lean man with a sinister expression sat cross-legged, a bronze basin in front of him. The basin was filled with a thick, black liquid, and his hands were completely immersed in it, his eyes slightly closed.

A few breaths later, the black liquid in the basin was becoming clear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the water in the basin had become crystal clear.

The man's hands turned pitch black, but the blackness quickly faded, and his skin returned to its normal color.

That's right, this person is Mo Chongshan, who is ranked twenty-second.

"call."

Mo Chongshan slowly exhaled, opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I've finally mastered this palm technique to the fifth level, almost to perfection. Give me another year, and with my strength, I should be able to break into the top five."

Just as Mo Chongshan was feeling smug, a faint flapping sound suddenly came from behind him.

Mo Chongshan frowned and looked up. He saw a small green bird fly directly in from outside the hall and land in front of him.

"Mr. Gu's messenger bird? Is there something wrong?" Mo Chongshan recognized the origin of the green bird, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The green bird chirped crisply, opened its beak, and a piece of paper fell in front of him. Then it turned around, flapped its wings, and flew away.

Mo Chongshan reached out and picked up the paper, unfolded it, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"A challenge order?"

Xia Jin, the twenty-third disciple of the Heavenly Rank, challenges Mo Chongshan, the twenty-second disciple. Tomorrow at noon, on the battle stage.

Mo Chongshan stared at the challenge order, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I never expected that after preparing for so long, before I even started to challenge anyone, someone would have already set their sights on me."

Mo Chongshan is an extremely ambitious man. He is ranked twenty-second in the Second Heaven, but this is by no means because his strength is only at the bottom. On the contrary, his true strength far exceeds this ranking.

The reason he has always been ranked twenty-second is because his ambition is too great; his goal has always been the top five.

He would never issue a challenge lightly without absolute certainty of victory. After all, every challenge meant revealing his true strength. He preferred to lie low and remain inactive, waiting for the moment when everything was foolproof.

But now, someone has actually set their sights on him?

"A newly promoted rookie?" Mo Chongshan's face revealed a hint of sarcasm. "Tian 23... promoted just today? And he wants to challenge me right away?"

He shook his head, his smile growing even wider.

"Interesting. It seems this newcomer is quite confident in his abilities."

Mo Chongshan stood up, walked to the window, and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Very well," he murmured. "After preparing for so long, it's time to stretch my muscles. Since someone has delivered themselves to my doorstep, I'll use them to test the skill of my palm technique."

He looked down at his hands, where a faint layer of black mist swirled around his palms before disappearing.

......

Soon, it was noon on the second day.

Mo Chongshan slowly opened his eyes, looked up at the sky,

"Time is up."

He raised his right hand and squeezed the challenge token hard.

The challenge caused the flame to ignite spontaneously, transforming into a blazing light that quickly formed a void gate about ten feet high in front of him.

Without hesitation, Mo Chongshan stepped inside.

When he reappeared, he was already standing on a huge arena with three levels of stone steps.

"The one who challenged me this time, is he?" Mo Chongshan's gaze quickly fell on a figure not far away.

It was a man dressed in a black dragon robe.

Her long, light purple hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Just by standing there quietly, she seemed to blend into the surrounding world, perfectly natural.

Mo Chongshan's pupils contracted slightly, and a serious look appeared on his face. No wonder he dared to challenge him as soon as he was promoted to the Heavenly Rank disciple.

"So you're Xia Jin, ranked twenty-third?"

Xia Jin did not respond to the other party, but instead carefully observed Mo Chongshan.

"Why does this guy look like a gibbon, with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, and those long arms almost touching the ground?" A hint of disgust flashed in Xia Jin's eyes.

"Hmph! Sharp-tongued, I hope your strength is as tough as your mouth!" Mo Chongshan naturally noticed the change in Xia Jin's eyes, and his expression gradually turned cold.