Not saying anything else, Ethan Wright had already mastered the basics of the Scarlet Fire Fist a month ago, and in the following month, he studied two more martial techniques. Martial techniques are the foundation of combat. As for David Clark? Although no one was certain, judging by his cultivation aptitude, it took him just over a month to barely reach the peak of the first level. He probably didn’t even manage to get started on a single martial technique in the remaining time.

So what is this contest if not a joke?

Precisely because everyone found it laughable, they were even more astonished that the inner sect Senior Sister Foster would make an exception to allow David Clark to join the sect.

“Pfft~ Alright, I really can’t hold it in anymore. You guys are making me want to tease him even more! You have to give someone a bit of hope before crushing it completely—that’s what makes it satisfying, isn’t it?” Amid the laughter around him, Ethan Wright’s previously serious face instantly broke into a grin, and he bent over with laughter. After laughing heartily, Ethan Wright looked at David Clark with a proud and pitying gaze. “You’re really unlucky to face me today. Whether we compete in the Trial Tower or spar in front of everyone, I’ll make sure you enjoy it thoroughly!”

After that pitying look, Ethan Wright continued, “You’d better pray it’s the Trial Tower. Otherwise, if it’s a sparring match, I’ll cripple you right in front of Senior Brother Harris!”

With these cold and arrogant words, laughter and flattery erupted again on both sides. David Clark, however, just glanced at Ethan Wright and stood silently in front of the cliff. The guy before him was full of arrogance, clearly looking down on him, but David Clark really didn’t intend to argue. Soon, it would be a contest of strength, and there was no point in exchanging words now.

As David Clark stood quietly, Ethan Wright was suddenly taken aback. What’s going on? This kid’s attitude...

Though puzzled, Ethan Wright quickly stopped caring about David Clark, because at that moment, the Miscellaneous Servants’ Valley suddenly fell silent, and hundreds of figures in the valley all turned to look at the entrance.

At the entrance, a group of people was slowly approaching.

There were about a dozen or twenty people in the group, with the five in front clearly divided into three factions. On the far left was a sexy and charming young woman, with a delicate and beautiful face, a curvaceous figure, and a stunning black dress that added a touch of cold elegance and pride to her aura. Just one look was enough to make anyone’s heart race.

Three people followed behind this woman, all beaming with radiant smiles. About four or five meters to their right was a handsome and noble-looking young man in blue, leading his group. Beside him was a tall young man in purple, and behind them were six or seven more figures.

“Senior Brother Harris!”

Seeing the newcomers, Ethan Wright’s eyes lit up, and he strode over, bowing low as he walked, his face beaming with a bright smile.

As for the twenty or thirty servant disciples beside Ethan Wright? They just stood quietly, as they weren’t qualified to step forward and greet them!

Even David Clark was visibly shaken, staring intently at the sexy and charming woman in black. David Clark wasn’t attracted by her beauty, but was wondering if this was Emily Foster, Senior Sister Foster?

If not for Emily Foster nearly two months ago, he would have died under Brian Harris’s foot, would never have entered the Dayuan Sect, and would never have had the chance to approach the world of martial artists and seek a way to save his father.

But when Emily Foster appeared two months ago, David Clark’s consciousness was already fading, so he really didn’t remember what Emily Foster looked like. He only knew that Emily Foster would be here today to preside over the servant competition, and among the five leading figures in colorful clothes at the entrance, only the woman in black was female!

In previous years, the servant competition was usually presided over by a few disciples from the outer court, but this year, because of a bet, all five examiners were inner court disciples. This was an extremely rare high standard for the entire Miscellaneous Servants’ Valley, so it was no wonder that Brian Harris and the others were followed by a group of disciples who ranked in the top twenty among the servants last year.

As David Clark excitedly looked at the woman, her gaze suddenly swept over the crowd and landed on him. After a glance, she smiled lightly and nodded at David Clark. Only then did David Clark confirm that she was definitely Senior Sister Foster; otherwise, as an ordinary servant, it would be nearly impossible for him to receive a smile from an inner court disciple.

Once he was sure it was Emily Foster, David Clark stepped forward excitedly. As soon as he was a few meters in front of Emily Foster, he gave her a deep bow. “David Clark greets Senior Sister Foster!”

His savior, the one who gave him the chance to join the sect—if not for joining the sect, he would never have encountered that strange, palm-sized black object, nor would he have the strength he had today. David Clark himself couldn’t even describe his feelings toward Emily Foster.

“No need for formalities, the servant competition is more important. Go on in.” As David Clark bowed, Emily Foster smiled faintly and waved him on.

But a few meters away, Brian Harris, who was walking over, lazily spoke up with a cold smile, “Looks like Senior Sister Foster is even more impatient than I am. Do you really think this loser can beat the person I picked? Ha~ Even if you want to admit defeat early, there’s no need to rush. I’ve invited so many fellow disciples to witness this today, so there’s no hurry—take your time!”

“Senior Brother Harris is right. Senior Sister Foster is probably going to miscalculate this time. Her judgment is really too poor!” Following Brian Harris’s words, the tall young man beside him grinned, glanced disdainfully at David Clark, and quickly looked away as if he’d been tainted just by looking at him.

The two leading young men on the far right also laughed, exchanging helpless glances between David Clark and Emily Foster, their faces full of odd expressions.