C17 (2/2)

”Brother Wei Yan, where am I?” Jiang Chuan looked around and muttered.

”Hehe, I think you must have been beaten silly? ”This is the Wei Residence, the battle three days ago, you were unconscious until now, and in your dreams you even spoke some nonsense, I still think you won't wake up.” Wei Yan said while chuckling.

Jiang Chuan composed himself and thought back to the competition three days ago. That opponent was even more troublesome to deal with than that Fierce Toothed Tiger.

”So, I won?” Jiang Chuan asked.

Wei Yan nodded his head and said, ”You have won. However, your name was removed from the list of names by the judges. They will not allow you to participate in the next round.”

When Jiang Chuan heard this, his anger flared up. He had clearly won, why didn't he allow himself to participate in the following matches?

”Who did you hear about this?” Jiang Chuan's expression changed as he asked.

”My dad told me that Lord Chu discussed it with the board. Based on what they said, firstly, you were heavily injured, and even if we were to compete, you have improved for the next round. Secondly...”

”What?” Jiang Chuan raised his head and asked.

”Second is that they say that you are not a cultivator. Being able to enter the top one hundred is already a form of leniency for you. There has never been anyone who was not a cultivator who managed to enter the top one thousand in the Martial Arts Competition. This time, your influence is too great.

But what made Wei Yan curious was that Jiang Chuan's expression was the same as usual, without the slightest hint of surprise or anger.

”It's over, it's over. Brother Jiang Chuan, is your head broken?” ”You can still sit still after hearing this news?” Wei Yan walked up to Jiang Chuan and touched his forehead.

”Alright, Brother Wei Yan, I understand. Why don't you analyze it with me. Is this the decision of the jury or the decision of Lord Chu?” Jiang Chuan took away Wei Yan's hand and asked.

”I don't dare to say that directly, but what I can tell you is that the decision is not left up to the judges.” Wei Yan said.

Jiang Chuan nodded his head, anyone with a little intelligence could understand, it was Lord Chu's decree!

”If that's the case, then I don't have the qualifications to participate in the following matches.” Jiang Chuan murmured, and there seemed to be a trace of unwillingness in his voice.

”In Chu, whatever that person says is true, and he never easily changes his words. At least, it hasn't been recorded in my memory. Brother Jiang Chuan, take good care of your injuries and then we'll talk about it again.” Wei Yan also consoled him.

”How long until the next round?” Jiang Chuan asked.

”Today is the third day. In two more days, the next round will begin. However, close to fifty people have serious injuries. There might only be around fifty people who can participate.”

”Alright, Brother Wei Yan, can you help me inquire about something and ask the two from the Shen Ji Sect where they live? This matter is related to whether I can participate in the competition or not. As for my injuries, you can rest assured that I will be able to recover about seventy to eighty percent in two days.”

Hearing this, Wei Yan was also puzzled, could it be that Jiang Chuan knows the two from the God Artisan Sect?

”Brother Wei Yan, there are some things I'll tell you after the competition.” Jiang Chuan said.

Wei Yan let out a chuckle and left Jiang Chuan's place. As for the living quarters of the two people from the Shen Ji Sect, Wei Yan could naturally get them to come over. Hadn't his father been with those two for the past few days?