Rise in the Martial Chaos: Starting From a Martial Arts School

Chapter 368: Chapter 143: Promotion to the Inner Sect

With the CRASH of the One-Eyed Giant Tiger’s massive body hitting the ground, now completely lifeless, Yang Jing’s fourth battle came to an end, culminating in his total victory.

This victory didn’t just mean he had passed the most perilous stage of the Dragon Gate Martial Trial.

It also signified that he had successfully passed the entire assessment, was about to shed his status as an Outer Sect Disciple, and would officially become an Inner Sect Disciple of the Xuanzhen Sect’s Lingxi Peak, ascending to a new level on his cultivation path.

Every Outer Sect Disciple knew that the sect had only ever truly valued and nurtured its Inner Sect Disciples.

Only entry into the Inner Sect represented a future, represented potential.

When traveling, Outer Sect Disciples lacked the confidence to even call themselves disciples of the Xuanzhen Sect. But an Inner Sect Disciple, upon leaving Fushan Island, automatically represented the Xuanzhen Sect!

The Main Peak Steward in charge of the assessment strode onto the high platform. His gaze landed on Yang Jing, who stood tall despite being drenched in blood. A look of admiration and amazement filled his eyes.

Although he had previously seen that Yang Jing’s strength was formidable, he hadn’t expected him to pass all four stages in such a crushing fashion, easily slaying even the two exotic beasts in the fourth round.

He slowly nodded at Yang Jing, his tone filled with approval. "Congratulations, kid. You have formidable strength and a steady temperament. From this day forward, you are an Inner Sect Disciple of the Xuanzhen Sect."

Yang Jing took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent qi and blood within him. The ferocious aura around him quietly receded as he gave a slight bow to the Main Peak Steward, who was bending over to deal with the carcasses of the two exotic beasts.

His posture remained humble, without a hint of post-victory arrogance, and then he turned and walked down the high platform step by step.

At this moment, almost all eyes in Dragon Gate Plaza were fixed on Yang Jing, filled with reverence, awe, envy, and jealousy.

The countless gazes landing on him created the feeling of being the center of attention, and even the air itself seemed to thrum with excitement and admiration.

Yang Jing seemed oblivious to it all. With a calm expression, he walked off the high platform and headed straight for the three Stewards from Lingxi Peak, as well as Zhou Bohao and Shen Yue.

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To the side of the high platform, the Main Peak Elder who had been quietly monitoring the battle watched Yang Jing descend. A faint look of approval crossed his aged face, and he nodded slowly.

Yang Jing’s performance had left a rather deep impression on him.

In the past, most disciples who passed the Dragon Gate Martial Trial had barely scraped by, exhausting all their strength. They often ended up in a miserable state—at best, covered in wounds; at worst, suffering damage to their bones and tendons that required months of quiet recuperation to heal.

Yang Jing, however, was completely different. He had won all four battles cleanly and decisively, with no wasted movements.

Even in the fourth round, when facing two perfectly coordinated exotic beasts—one built for power, the other for speed—he still managed them with composure and killed them with ease.

Throughout the entire ordeal, aside from a few superficial wounds, he had suffered almost no substantial damage. This level of strength and mental fortitude far surpassed that of other disciples at his rank.

The Main Peak Elder couldn’t help but take another look at Yang Jing, making a mental note of this remarkably strong disciple.

’This boy has a solid foundation, formidable combat power, and a steady temperament,’ he mused. ’With a bit more polish, he might really make a name for himself in the Xuanzhen Sect and reveal his true talent.’

As Yang Jing steadily descended from the high platform, the previously silent Dragon Gate Plaza instantly erupted. Fervent cheers and applause exploded, rising and falling in waves that echoed to the heavens.

Disciples frantically waved their arms, their faces flushed with excitement as they shouted in Yang Jing’s direction, a hint of fanaticism in their eyes.

Yang Jing’s four crushing victories had truly astonished many of the people present.

Before this, most people had never even heard of someone named Yang Jing, assuming he was just an unremarkable Outer Sect Disciple from Lingxi Peak.

But after this display, many people had already begun asking around about Yang Jing’s origins, wanting to know who this hidden expert really was.

After all, for others, passing the Dragon Gate Martial Trial was an incredibly difficult feat.

Every battle was fought with extreme difficulty, and even if they were lucky enough to pass, the injuries they sustained were so severe that they would need to enter seclusion for several months to fully recover.

But Yang Jing’s journey through the Dragon Gate Martial Trial was a relentless, crushing steamroll.

Those ferocious and exotic beasts, which seemed incomparably powerful and difficult to handle in the eyes of the crowd, were like clay figures in his hands, unable to withstand a single blow. Such tyrannical strength filled many Outer Sect Disciples from the various Veins with admiration.

Yang Jing passed through the raucous crowd and soon returned to the side of the three Lingxi Peak Stewards, Zhou Bohao, and Shen Yue.

He stopped, bowed respectfully to the three Stewards, and said calmly, "This disciple was fortunate not to fail his duty. I have passed the assessment."

Steward Zheng could no longer contain his joy. He immediately stepped forward, grabbed Yang Jing’s arm, and clapped his shoulder with a rough hand. His face was full of relief and pride as he said heartily, "Yang Jing, you did great! Winning all four battles so cleanly and decisively! You’re the first disciple from the Main Peak and the Seven Veins to pass the assessment in this Dragon Gate Martial Trial. You’ve really made our Lingxi Peak proud!"

Zhou Bohao and Shen Yue stood to the side, their gazes on Yang Jing extremely complex. There was envy, awe, and an unconcealable hint of unease.

The two exchanged a glance, then both raised their hands to salute Yang Jing. In a somewhat strained tone, they offered their congratulations: "Congratulations, Senior Brother Yang, on successfully passing the Dragon Gate Martial Trial and being promoted to the Inner Sect."

Previously, when Yang Jing had voluntarily gone up to the platform, they had felt a sense of relief.