Ye Xiao found an inn. In the end, he was told by the shopkeeper that the inn was full because there were many geniuses who came here to participate in the disciple acceptance ceremony. He looked for several places in succession and finally found a medium-sized room with the word "Earth" in a relatively rundown inn.

"There is only one room. One hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones for a day." The shopkeeper glanced at Ye Xiao and offered the price.

Ye Xiao didn't bargain. He had asked about it before. As the ceremony was about to begin, a group of people from various small towns rushed into the inn. The inn's resources became extremely tight in an instant, and it was common for prices to increase by dozens of times.

After giving the money, Ye Xiao went to the room.

The next day, Ye Xiao left the inn. At this time, he saw many young talents heading towards the center of the town. He followed the crowd and arrived at the center of the town. There was a tall platform with a gloomy old man standing on it. He was a Ninth Stage Martial Emperor Realm martial artist.

Ye Xiao saw the geniuses who came here to participate in the disciple acceptance ceremony were all either Martial King Realm martial artists or at the First Stage of the Martial Emperor Realm. Seeing this, he also suppressed his cultivation to the Second Stage of the Martial Emperor Realm.

"Those below the Fifth Stage of Martial King Realm can leave now." After a while when all the geniuses gathered, on the high platform, Deacon Elder of the Hundred Sword Sect Zheng Bing said coldly.

Many young men who wanted to try their luck heard him and could only leave dejectedly.

This group of people occupied fifty to sixty percent of the land. Once they left, there were only two to three hundred people left. It didn't look as crowded as before.

Among the two to three hundred people, over thirty people were at the Martial Emperor Realm and the rest were Martial King Realm, martial artists.

Zheng Bing's expression became slightly better. He looked at everyone and nodded his head in satisfaction. Then suddenly, he looked at Ye Xiao and was surprised.

"Second Stage of Martial Emperor Realm?"

Zheng Bing was slightly shocked in his heart. He directly said to Ye Xiao, "Who are you? How old are you this year?"

He was attracted by Ye Xiao because Ye Xiao looked too young yet his cultivation was already at the Second Stage of the Martial Emperor realm. This kind of cultivation was equal to the geniuses from the Imperial City of the White Tiger Empire. In his eyes, Ye Xiao's talent was very close to the young sect leader of the Hundred Sword Sect.

The young sect leader of the Hundred Sword Sect, Fu Chen, was only twenty-one and he was already at the Seventh Stage of the Martial Emperor Realm.

Ye Xiao said in a clear voice, "My name is Ye Xiao. I am twenty years old!"

"Only 20 years old and already at the Second Stage of the Martial Emperor Realm. Good, not bad!"

A smile appeared on Zheng Bing's face. With Ye Xiao's talent, he could be ranked in the top ten in the Hundred Sword Sect. If he was recommended to his master, he would definitely receive a lot of rewards.

Thinking of this, his gaze towards Ye Xiao became much gentler.

Ye Xiao suddenly felt a cold gaze stop on his body. He lifted his eyes and looked over. It was the black-clothed youth who was looking at him with eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"Are you crazy? Do you want to fight me?" Ye Xiao muttered in his heart then ignored the black-clothed youth and looked at Zheng Bing.

"Come with me. The official assessment will only begin when we reach the mountain. This time, my Hundred Sword Sect will only accept ten inner sect disciples and twenty outer sect disciples. There are probably over three hundred participants here. Whether you can stand out or not will depend on yourselves." Zheng Bing said loudly.

After that, he brought everyone to Sword Mountain. Along the way, they encountered many checkpoints. There were inner circle disciples guarding them, and the higher they went, the higher their cultivation would be.

At this time, the black-clothed youth walked to Ye Xiao's side and said in a low voice, "I, He Xudong will definitely defeat you and enter the Hundred Sword Sect."

Ye Xiao glanced at him and replied, "Oh? Then I'll congratulate you first."

Perhaps it was Ye Xiao's attitude that made him feel a little strange. He Xudong frowned and said, "Don't think that you have full confidence just because you have a high cultivation level. The Hundred Sword Sect accepts disciples based on talent. I'm only eighteen years old this year and am already Half-step into the Martial Emperor Realm!"

"Whatever, I don't have time for you right now. Let's talk about it after we get to the mountain." Ye Xiao waved his hand impatiently.

"You!"

He Xudong's expression turned cold. At this moment, Zheng Bing happened to turn his head and look in their direction. He Xudong immediately suppressed his anger and prepared to wait for the exam. He will definitely teach this Ye Xiao a good lesson.

Sword Mountain was very big. Many towns were established at the foot of the Sword Mountain and this time, the Hundred Sword Sect was recruiting disciples from each town. Every town had its own way up the mountain, so when they were halfway up the mountain, Ye Xiao and the others met the teams from the other towns.

Dozens of groups gathered together, and it was extremely powerful.

Every team subconsciously had a competitive attitude. They all used the calmest look they thought to show off to each other.

In a short period of time, He Xudong had already fought with more than ten people with his eyes.

At the same time, Zheng Bing was also secretly competing with other Deacon Elder.

"Even the people of Cloud Town this year are not talented. There is only one Martial Emperor Realm martial artist?"

Zheng Bing swept a glance at the group of people from Cloud Town beside him and mocked the leader of the group, Deacon Elder.

That elder snorted coldly and said, "Your team isn't that good."

Zheng Bing smiled and said, "Take a closer look."

"Huh? Second Stage of the Martial Emperor Realm? How old is this child?" The elder was shocked when he saw Ye Xiao so he asked.

"Twenty Years old, hahaha." Zheng Bing laughed proudly.

"Humph, you only pick up a treasure occasionally. Do you really need to be so proud of yourself?" The other elders said unhappily when they heard the commotion.

"Haha, if you can't eat the grapes, don't say that the grapes are sour." Zheng Bing sneered at the elders.

From Zheng Bing's conversation, many people from other groups who thought they were talented looked at Ye Xiao. They looked up and down, and their eyes were filled with fighting intent similar to He Xudong's and some of them were also looking at him coldly.

Seeing this, Ye Xiao could only sigh. This was not the right time to cause trouble but the trouble was already finding its way to him.

Not long after, everyone passed through an invisible layer of barrier, their vision suddenly became clear. Under the blue sky and white clouds, there was a huge arch.

It was supported by eight huge pillars. On the pillars were written three large golden characters: Hundred Sword Sect!

On the eight pillars, there were also dragons of various shapes and sizes carved. In front of the giant dragons, there was a person holding a treasured sword and slaying a dragon.

It was said that this was the carving of generations of dragon-slaying experts in the Hundred Sword Sect. These experts slew the dragons using the core technique of the Hundred Sword Sect, One Slash Equal Hundred.

At this time, there were no less than ten such scenes on the pillars. This meant that the Hundred Sword Sect had slain at least ten dragons!

At this point, the whispers in the team had also disappeared. Everyone followed Deacon Elder and the others into the Hundred Sword Sect with a solemn expression. Then, they arrived at an incomparably large square. In the center of the square, there was a magnificent statue that was over 20 meters tall. It was a man dressed in palace clothes. He was extremely handsome and there was a long sword in his hand that was pointed toward the sky.

This was the founder of the Hundred Sword Sect, a peak Martial Saint Realm martial artist. However, after his death, Martial Saint had never appeared in the Hundred Sword Sect ever since, until two years ago when the previous sect leader broke through.