633: Chapter 633 Qin Yan: 6891 contribution points, ranked first!

First, establish a relationship and invest a little bit. Once Qin Yan truly makes a Breakthrough to Grandmaster, then go all out to recruit him.

This way, no resources are wasted, and no opportunities are missed.

Killing two birds with one stone.

“Qingyue, just help me out, I’m begging you.”

Seeing that Lin Qingyue remained silent, Jiang Li grabbed her arm and shook it gently, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness.

Lin Qingyue looked at the scene before her and couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

Was this still the Jiang Li she knew?

In her impression, Jiang Li had always been that Female War God who charged through enemy lines on the battlefield, never looking back.

Over the past three months, she had relied solely on a long spear to earn a full 4,500 contribution points for their team!

Their team's total contribution was over 11,800 points, and nearly half of that was contributed by Jiang Li alone.

Such a person was actually acting coquettishly right now?

Lin Qingyue was a bit dazed.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but for a moment, she didn't know how to start.

“Qingyue, you just need to ask Qin Yan out for a meal.”

Seeing that Lin Qingyue still wasn't speaking, Jiang Li wasn't discouraged and settled for the next best thing.

She could see that Lin Qingyue's attitude toward Qin Yan was somewhat subtle.

Although the two were from the same hometown, they didn't seem very close.

She wasn't forcing Lin Qingyue to do anything difficult; she just hoped she could help act as a bridge.

It was just a meal.

She believed that with her looks, temperament, and strength, as long as she had the chance to interact with Qin Yan, she was confident she could leave a deep impression on him.

Lin Qingyue fell silent for a moment.

Jiang Li was her teammate and also her friend.

Over the past three months, Jiang Li had looked after her quite a bit.

Whether it was their coordination during missions or guidance during daily Cultivation, Jiang Li had helped her a lot.

Now that Jiang Li had asked, it would be somewhat unreasonable for her to refuse.

“Alright then.”

Lin Qingyue nodded.

“It's a deal!”

A flash of joy appeared in Jiang Li's eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

“However, I can't guarantee he will definitely come,” Lin Qingyue added.

“It's fine, just help me ask him. Whether he comes or not is up to him,” Jiang Li said with a smile.

Lin Qingyue nodded and said nothing more.

Her gaze unconsciously drifted back toward that black-clad figure in the corner of the square.

Qin Yan...

He should be quite busy right now, shouldn't he?

...

Time slowly passed as everyone waited.

More and more people gathered in the square.

Before long, all thirty thousand plus Holy Land Disciples had arrived.

Right then—

The sound of rushing air suddenly echoed above the square.

Everyone instinctively raised their heads to look at the sky.

They saw several figures flying through the air from the distance.

Some of those figures had white hair, some looked middle-aged; some had an Aura as steady as a mountain, while others were as sharp as a sword.

They wore Elder robes, and each one emanated an unfathomable Aura.

It was the Holy Land Elders.

They stopped in mid-air, lining up like a towering mountain range spanning the horizon.

In front of the many Elders, one figure was particularly eye-catching.

It was a woman.

She wore a red Profound Robe.

Her long hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall; her features were delicate, and her brows were like a painting.

She stood quietly in the air, giving off an insurmountable sense of pressure.

The Dean—Yun Nishang.

Yun Nishang's gaze swept over the thirty thousand Disciples below.

That gaze was as calm as water, yet it seemed capable of seeing through everything.

Wherever her gaze passed, all the Disciples involuntarily straightened their backs and held their breath.

“Three months is neither long nor short,” Yun Nishang began, her voice cold yet pleasant, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

“Some of you have made immense progress during these three months.”

“Some of you have stayed in place, or even regressed.”

“Some of you have secured a spot in the Inner Court.”

“And some of you will have no fate with the Inner Court.”

“But regardless of the outcome, these three months have been a valuable experience on your path of martial arts.”

She paused, her gaze sweeping the field.

“I hope you remember—on the path of martial arts, if you do not advance, you retreat.”

“No matter what today's result is, do not give up.”

“Because your future is still very long.”

As her voice fell, the square became silent.

The thirty thousand Disciples were all silently digesting the Dean's words.

Yun Nishang said no more and turned her head to look at an Elder behind her.

“Release the individual contribution ranking.”

Hearing this, the Elder respectfully stepped forward.

He stood by Yun Nishang's side and waved his hand—

A golden light shot out from his hand, soaring high into the sky!

The golden light exploded in the air, transforming into a massive golden scroll that grew larger and larger as it caught the wind...

In the blink of an eye, the golden scroll unfurled like a giant flag hanging above the square.

On the scroll, the golden light was brilliant and dazzling.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the golden scroll, holding their breath as they waited for that moment.

On the scroll, from top to bottom, dense rows of names began to appear.

Each name was written in golden script, bold and powerful, with a majestic Aura.

One, two, three...

The names became more and more numerous, like stars filling the entire scroll.

The moment the scroll was fully unfurled, the entire square instantly erupted.

“It's the individual contribution ranking! I want to see what my rank is!” one Disciple shouted excitedly.

“Ah, how is that possible? I have 201 contribution points, how am I only ranked 7,126th!” another Disciple clutched his head, his face full of disbelief and his voice filled with despair.

“Hahaha, I have 250 contribution points, ranked 6,001st! Hahaha, hahaha, how hilarious!” a Disciple laughed toward the sky, though his laughter was tinged with bitterness.

6,001st.

Only one rank away.

Just one rank away, and he could have entered the top 6,000 and joined the Inner Court.

But that single rank difference had barred him from the gates of the Inner Court.

“Nice! I have 252 contribution points, ranked 6,000th! I'm in the Inner Court!” a Disciple jumped up in excitement, fists clenched, face flushed red, his voice trembling with emotion.

6,000th.

Entering right on the line.

This was simply a blessing from heaven.

Some were joyful, some were sorrowful; some went mad, some were stunned.

On the square, all the different states of life were on full display.

Qin Yan stood in the crowd, looking up at the golden scroll in the sky.

His gaze quickly swept across the scroll, and he soon found his name.

[Qin Yan: 6,891 Contribution Points, Ranked First]

“Oh, I didn't expect to actually be number one.”