Very soon, the eight platform winners stepped onto platform one in order. Mu Qianxue hurried over to Ling Feng's side, eyes full of admiration as she beamed and said, "Big Brother Long, you were amazing!" Ling Feng gave her a faint smile. "Little Xue, you did well too. You took the second platform." "That's only natural!" Mu Qianxue narrowed her pretty eyes and laughed. "I'm a genius beauty after all!" Ling Feng could not help but burst into hearty laughter. After merging with Ye Yi, Mu Qianxue seemed a bit more playful than before. Perhaps that little black cat's personality had blended into this new Ye Xue's body. At that moment, Mo Bing Demon King cleared his throat and shouted, "The final ranking battle for the top eight begins now!" The other six platform winners glanced at Ling Feng and Mu Qianxue, then let out a sigh. They could see clearly that Long Fei and Ye Xue had a close bond. The two would definitely join forces. Even if all six of them joined up, they would not be able to defeat the pair. So the six of them simply gave up fighting Ling Feng for the top two spots and chose to fight among themselves for the remaining ranks. Ling Feng felt quite carefree. When he defeated Yin Xue, he already knew no one else would dare touch him. He simply stood to the side with Mu Qianxue and watched the show in ease. Not long after, the final fights ended. Everyone had secured a good enough place to be taken in as a Canglong Envoy's disciple, so there was no need to go all out anymore. As for Ling Feng and Mu Qianxue, their ranking was even simpler. When the third-to-last person left the ring, Mu Qianxue jumped down on her own and handed Ling Feng his third consecutive crown. Mo Bing Demon King's voice rang out at just the right time. "Alright. The final rankings have been settled." This meant that this round of disciple selection had finally come to an end. Mo Bing Demon King gave a faint smile and gestured. "I will now hand out the rewards based on your results." As soon as he finished, several staffs stepped forward to distribute the Blood Crystals. Ling Feng once again took the top prize, one hundred thousand high-grade Blood Crystals. Counting all three rounds, he had gained three hundred thousand in total. For Ling Feng, these three hundred thousand Blood Crystals would be enough to push his Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art into its second phase and reach the first level of the "Eight Desolations Undying Body". Mo Bing Demon King led the applause. "Congratulations!" Thunderous applause filled the air as the eight young warriors officially became the direct disciples of the eight Canglong Envoys. The applause went on and on until Mo Bing Demon King raised both hands to quiet the crowd. He turned to the eight and said, "Come with me." Ling Feng knew Mo Bing Demon King was about to take them to meet their new masters. The eight of them followed Mo Bing Demon King and soon stood before the eight Canglong Envoys. Ling Feng felt a bit curious. How would these eight people be assigned to the eight Canglong Envoys? Just then, a cold voice rose. Ling Feng looked up and saw that the speaker was a beautiful woman in her thirties. She wore a sheer purple robe. Her features were delicate and her figure was striking but her expression was icy cold, like a true ice queen. She was the Purple Dragon Envoy, Bai Su. The Black Dragon Envoy gave a slight smile and said calmly, "Drawing lots will do." His gaze rested on Ling Feng. Clearly, Ling Feng's earlier performance had made him stand out. All eight were outstanding, but their talents still differed. Without drawing lots, no one would want a disciple with weaker talent. It would be a joke if they fought over it openly. Of course, there were exceptions for disciples who had already been chosen in advance. Yin Xue had been picked by the Red Dragon Envoy, but he was beaten by Ling Feng instead. The Black Dragon Envoy said calmly, "Mo Bing, bring the box." Mo Bing Demon King quickly nodded. He was a disciple of the Black Dragon Hall. The Black Dragon Envoy was his direct superior. In no time, Mo Bing brought over a bamboo tube of lots and knelt on one knee before the envoys. He said respectfully, "The numbers in this tube match the platform numbers. Whichever number you draw decides your disciple." A man in yellow reached in and drew out a stick. It had the number five. The fifth platform winner's talent was not bad, ranked fourth in this contest, so the Yellow Dragon Envoy was satisfied. Bai Su, the Purple Dragon Envoy, stretched out her hand and drew a stick too. It read "Two," which meant she would take Mu Qianxue as her disciple. Bai Su let a soft smile appear on her lips. She was clearly pleased with this result. Soon all the lots had been drawn. To Ling Feng's surprise, the one who picked him turned out to be that old Red Dragon Envoy. The Red Dragon Envoy flung the stick away. His eyes were cold and vicious as he growled, "If you think I'll take him as my disciple, dream on." "Like I'd ever want you as my master." Ling Feng let out a dismissive laugh. This old dog had disliked him from the start. If he really called him master, who knew what tricks he would pull. The Red Dragon Envoy waved his hand with scorn. "Anyone want this brat? I'm not taking him!" He motioned toward the audience and shouted, "Yin Xue, get up here. I'll take you as my direct disciple instead!" Yin Xue's heart leaped. He had already been promised this spot, but to be officially named now made him want to cry out in excitement. Yin Xue strode forward and dropped to his knees with a loud thud, kowtowing hard as he shouted, "Greetings, Master!" The Red Dragon Envoy nodded. "From today on, you are my direct disciple. I guarantee you will reach Demon King within ten years. Then you can repay any grudges you want!" "Heh. How very 'eye for an eye' of you." Ling Feng gave a cold laugh and stared straight at him. "Too bad your rotten disciple will never catch up to me in this lifetime." The Red Dragon Envoy's eyes flared with rage. He lifted his palm to slap Ling Feng across the face. At that moment, the Purple Dragon Envoy suddenly rose to her feet and stepped in front of Ling Feng. She glared at him. "Old Red, do you want to shame our whole Sanctum in front of everyone?" The Red Dragon Envoy's face twisted. He swung around and smashed his fist into the cliff behind him. Rocks crumbled and sand billowed everywhere. He grabbed Yin Xue by the collar and took off in the direction of the Red Dragon Hall. The Black Dragon Envoy shook his head with a laugh. "Kid, if that old man doesn't want you, I'll take you under my wing." The Yellow Dragon Envoy spoke up too. "My Yellow Dragon Hall will welcome you anytime." It did not matter if the Red Dragon Envoy rejected Ling Feng. As the champion of this trial, Ling Feng was still the prize everyone wanted.