Yes, they finally left the village. Congrats.]
A total of 46 people were taken from that poor excuse of a village.
— 33 got the honorable job of becoming servants (aka professional grass-pullers).
— 13 were chosen as potential disciples.
And yes, Yan Wao was one of them.
[Surprised? So was the universe.]
Out of those 13:
9 had spiritual roots so trash, even weeds looked more spiritual.
3 had mid-tier roots (respectable).
And one… just one... had a high-grade spiritual root.
Naturally, everyone expected him to be a stuck-up, young-master-type character.
But nah, this guy sat next to Yan Wao and casually dropped:
> "You smell like rice and dirt… but I like your vibe."
[Unexpected friendship unlocked.]
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Scene: Flying to the Sect
They were riding a giant beast — wings flapping like it hated its job.
The world below was a blur of mountains and forests.
Yan Wao sat quietly, hood up, probably thinking about noodles or nothing.
That high-root guy looked over.
> "Name's Han Yu."
> "Yan Wao," he mumbled back.
> "You from that village?"
> "Nope. Just crashed there. Got nothing left."
> "Same, but I got two silver coins. If I become a real disciple, I'll give you one. That makes us even."
> "...That's not how math works."
> "Exactly. That's why it's spiritual math."
[Bro is weird. I like him.]
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⛰️ Crimson Moon Sect Gates
They finally arrived.
The sect looked like a floating palace built by rich immortals with too much free time.
A loud elder yelled:
> "Potential disciples! Line up! The test begins shortly!"
Yan Wao stood next to Han Yu.
> "Are you nervous?" Han Yu asked.
> "No."
> "Liar."
Yan Wao smirked. (Character development alert.)
The elder's voice boomed again:
> "Those selected must now pass the Heavenly Formality Test!
Only then will you be allowed to cultivate within Crimson Moon Sect!"
Han Yu leaned over.
> "What if I explode?"
> "Then I'm taking your silver coin."
END CHAPTER.
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