Emperor Qin's Sword, Heaven Asking

Baijian Heights, courtyard pavilion.

"Zheng'er, do you have confidence in this competition for the position of Disciple of Sword?" A middle-aged man, clad in a red robe with an elegant demeanor, stood on the platform, overlooking the courtyards of the various sword sects, and asked coldly.

Another young man, with a stern face and a hint of arrogance, smiled, "Among the nine sects of Sword Sect, those who have reached the eighth rank in cultivation are few. In our Baijian Heights's domain, what can they rely on to win?"

"Hmm, we must not be careless," Ao Tian of Baijian Heights nodded slightly, reminding me.

"Yes, Father," Young Master Pride respectfully replied.

"The prize for this Disciple of Sword competition is a divine weapon I obtained from a hidden paradise. This sword carries immense fortune, and its wielder will have the chance to vie for the highest position in the world."